Coagulation (09/20)
W00t! I actualy kinda like this chapter ^^ and I hope you do too~ I know there's not that much MinJong in it, far less than usual. I just want to say thank you to everyone reading this. I know, I take a long time with the updates and it is very bad as me. I really do promise that I'm trying. I have a plan for an EunHae, but I think I will probably refrain from posting that until after this is complete, ot at least not for while. SO WE'RE NEARLY HALF WAY THROUGH, PEOPLE! Is everyone excited for where it's going now? I also want to say, this fic isn't easy. It's actually much harder to write than you would guess :/ BUT I AM TRYING MY HARDEST :D and Ihope you continue to support and love this fic~ So enjoy chapter 9, it's one you have been waiting for! Also, before ou ask, I know nothing about anything even close to medical situations. I tried my hardest, and I did try and find info on reactions. But this may be a little more extreme than is realistic. But eh! It's fiction!
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그 입술로 말해보세요
오래전부터 나를 사랑해왔다고 말이에요
- Our Love by Super Junior
Jae's breath hitched in his throat as he was pushed against solid wood. He threw his head to the side as YunHo's strong arm hit the booth behind him, their bodies pressed together, breath heavy.
“JaeJoong-ah,” YunHo said, his eyes filled with hurt, and lust. YunHo wanted to close that small distance, he wanted to kiss the beautiful man before him. “How come you can't see how I feel about you?” Jae's eyes glanced from YunHo's down to his full lips, and that beautiful little freckle that lay there. YunHo leant further in, their breath mingling and their hearts racing,
“What are you talking about?” Jae's voice was innocent, filled with fear and ignorance, though YunHo could see that his eyes betrayed the act. In one smooth motion, YunHo slowly took Jae's hand from his side and placed it over his chest, his heart thumping fast as he felt the soft hand over it,
“There's you in my heart.” YunHo all but whispered. Jae looked from his hand back up into YunHo's eyes,
“YunHo-yah~” he said softly, leaping into the mans arms as they embraced with such love and passion. Jae wanted to hold him, cling to him forever.
“CUT!” the director yelled, “That was perfect! Exactly what we were looking for!” The couple broke apart, though their hands were still clasped. They both separated and bowed low, smiles on their faces,
“Thank you.” they both said, as they went around bowing to each member of the room.
“Whaaa, you almost looked like you really were in love!” The director complimented as he watched the footage that had just been taken. The two boys laughed, making sure they stood apart from one another. They heard clapping and turned their heads to where ChangMin, JunSu and YooChun stood,
“Hear that, hyung? You looked almost real!” ChangMin said, snidely. YunHo laughed, thwacking the boy over the head as he passed,
“Aish, this kid.” he said, affectionately.
“JunSu-ssi, ChangMin-ssi, please follow us, we would like to film your kidnapping scene now.” a noona smiled, bowing to the two and leading them out of the studio. YunHo smiled at Jae,
“Can we go outside? I want to talk to you about the script for the rescue scene.” he said, a very kind and loving look on his face.
“Down the hall, on the left, there should be an empty room.” another Noona smiled as she dabbed powder on YooChun's chin. “If you'd like to practice it should be fine.”
“Thank you, that would be perfect.” YunHo bowed his head to her, leaving the room and heading towards the empty room. YunHo bowed his head, opening the door and standing by, letting Jae enter before him. The door was shut and Jae was shoved up against a wall, lips attaching themselves to his neck. The man laughed, his fingers finding their way into YunHo's styled hair, puling him back and pressing their lips together,
“You looked amazing there, pressed up against that phonebooth. I wanted to kiss you as soon as I saw you.” YunHo smiled, kissing him again.
“You know if someone walks into this room, we're screwed.” Jae warned, his stomach fluttering at YunHo's suddenly dominant nature. “And don't come back with a 'you're gonna be screwed anyway' joke.” YunHo chuckled, his hand reaching underneath Jae's shirt.
“I'm not planning on sex, that would be careless.”
“More careless than the boner you had when we were filming? Cause don't pretend it wasn't there.” Jae laughed,
“You talk too much.” YunHo's hand cupped his ass gently, lips back to Jae's neck. A chuckle escaped the elder's lips, shifting his body beneath YunHo's.
“What has gotten you so frisky today?”
“I just... love you.” just as YunHo's hands finished unbuckling Jae's tight jeans, the sound of music blaring from the leader's pocket halted him. “Aish...” he cursed, pulling the phone to his ear, not moving away from Jae.
“Dick back in pants, we have to film.” ChangMin said, hanging up before the leader could reply. YunHo slumped against Jae,
“Well it's been nice.” he sighed, kissing Jae softly and helping the boy with his clothing before they unlocked the door and left.
~
“Hello, we are Tohoshinki,” the five men raised their fists, determined looks on their faces. The unconvinced members of the media looked at them with unsure eyes, not quite happy with the introduction of Koreans to their industry,
“You have risen to become one of the most popular groups in Korea, and now you are attempting to take Japan as well? What makes you think you can enter the industry?” a reporter asked, his eyes on Jae's expressionless face. YunHo eyed the reporter, carefully as Jae answered the question,
“We are merely making an attempt to spread our music wider and to offer our music as a gift to those who support us.” he smiled shyly, his large doe eyes glistening in the artificial light. YunHo bit down on his tongue, “We are only wanting to continue working hard for those who support us.”
“I see, and I understand you have just released your third Korean language album? Are you going to be translating this into Japanese?” the reporter asked, his eyes trailing down Jae's body.
“We may translate the most popular songs into Japanese, but we prefer to release in Japan with new material. It feels odd to merely be recycling our Korean work into Japanese and re-releasing it, so we prefer to release our own Japanese music, too.” Jae smiled brightly, “It's almost like Dong Bang Shin Ki and Tohoshinki are two different groups with the same members.”
“We understand you five have faced a lot of difficulties in Japan, during your careers here, what would you say is the cause of this?” a woman stood, her question much like those that they had answered so many times before. YooChun took over, leading the attention to himself, and leaving YunHo's thoughts brewing as he watched the reporters gaze almost lustfully over Jae, while the singer shamelessly basked in their attention. It was always like this. Men of all shapes and forms, whether they be staff at a television station, a concierge at a hotel or reporters at a press conference, they would gaze longingly at Jae, and he would act almost as if they had a chance with him, sending flirty smiles and batting his long eyelashes at them.
“Hyung?” ChangMin jabbed him in the side and he was pulled from his thoughts, looking around the room. JunSu and YooChun were standing and talking to a young woman wearing a pant suit, while Jae was conversing comfortably with the same reporter as before. “Hyung the conference is over.” the maknae smiled, thumping the leader on the back, “You awake?”
“Yeah. I'm fine.” He said, his eyes narrowing.
“... An attractive man like you, I find it hard to believe there's no one in the picture.” YunHo heard the man push, but was merely rewarded with a smile,
“We're very busy, there isn't enough time for a girlfriend.” Jae replied solidly, making sure he held control of the situation. The journalist almost licked his lips as he watched Jae, his eyes zeroing in on his full lips moving gently as he spoke. YunHo's nostril flared as the man placed a friendly hand on Jae's shoulder, laughing lightly,
“I can imagine. Though I guess a man with your looks gets a lot of offers?” YunHo was aware that Jae's fans would only ever send out ridiculous praise, but he saw things like this and realised that it really wasn't a wonder how Jae was getting such a high opinion of himself, “Offers from everyone! Men and women alike!”
“Well I wouldn't exactly say I am given offers as such, I just try and keep myself in a positive image to the fans. I work only for them.” he said, steering award from the intimate subject.
“Well... I am writing a report on you and the other four members. I was wondering how you... maintain this positive image where reporters are concerned.” the man said, moving slightly closer to Jae as the amount of people in the room became smaller. Jae just laughed, hitting the man on the arm gently, and making sure to widen the gap between them slightly.
“Deep breaths, Hyung. Slow, deep breaths.” ChangMin said, placing a hand on YunHo's back as he watched the two across the room. “Jae's a big boy, he can handle himself without you publicly throwing a jealous fit on him.”
“I'm not jealous.” YunHo bit out as he watched Jae's hand linger longer than it should.
“Sure you're not. We have a plane to take, Hyung. We need to get back to Korea for Music Bank.” ChangMin tapped his watch in an attempt to distract the leader, but the man's eyes were still on Jae. “Oh for fucks sake, YunHo. Jaejoong-Hyung! Plane, leave, Korea, Music Bank.” ChangMin yelled, pointing to the door. Jae nodded his head to the maknae before turning back to the reporter with a bow, without a second glance. He walked up to the leader with a smile,
“YunHo-yah~ I was wondering-” he started,
“Just get in the car, JaeJoong.” the leader interrupted, walking away. ChangMin sighed, smiling apologetically before following the leader. YunHo didn't say a word to anyone the entire trip, and when they finally reached the studio to prepare for Music Bank, JaeJoong pulled him aside, to an empty room,
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, worry curling in his stomach.
“Me? What the hell is wrong with you?!” YunHo snapped back, folding his arms.
“What have I done? Why are you being such bad company?” Jae tried to reach out,
“Bad company? Well I'm sorry it's so boring to spend time with me.” YunHo scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “Why don't you go hang out with one of your admirers, I'm sure they'd be more fun.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jae asked, he didn't understand what was happening.
“I saw you flirting with him, Jae! In fucking plain sight of all those reporters!” YunHo cried, throwing his hands into the air.
“Come on, YunHo! There is no harm in securing us some good press!” Jae snapped back, “And anyway, it's not like I can help it when a man tries to flirt with me! I can't stop people from liking me!”
“Oh yes, how hard it must be for poor little Jae, everyone wanting to sleep with you.” YunHo bit back, sarcastically.
“You can't get mad at me for being attractive, YunHo!”
“So you're saying everything happens because you're hot?” YunHo asked incredulously.
“It's not my fault! You cannot get angry at me for something I cannot help!”
“Dear lord, I never knew the world could harbour such vanity.” YunHo laughed, staring at the man. “I'm sorry, Jae. Of course, it's not your fault, you can't help it.” YunHo continued, sarcasm drowning his words.
“Fuck off, YunHo. It's not my fault you're a jealous prick!” Jae snapped back, his voice like a dagger.
“I'm a jealous prick am I? Do you remember that time you almost got a magazine stylist fired for fixing my belt during a photoshoot? Do you remember that time you got us kicked out of a restaurant for threatening the waiting staff? You have no idea about jealousy! Of course I get jealous when a man is touching you, but at least someone actually touches you first. If I got jealous like you did, your admirers would be dead long before they got close enough to touch you.”
“Oh yeah, back to me, then! I'm a jealous asshole who only cares about myself, right?” Jae laughed bitterly.
“I never said that! For christ's sake, Jae!” YunHo cried again, he was exasperated.
“At least I don't sulk like a child when I get angry.” Jae raised his eyebrow, pushing away from YunHo.
“So I'm now a childish, jealous prick? I can tell just how much you love me, there, Jae.” YunHo scoffed.
“Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare question my love for you!” Jae yelled, his face red and his eyes looking close to shooting fire. “I can push people into a place where they think I adore them when I don't. I can-”
“Yes, you should be so proud of your shameless manipulation of others, Jae. It's not like it's immoral or anything.” YunHo snapped.
“Everything I have done, no matter how immoral you think it is, everything I have done I have done for you. Everything is to make things easier for you.” Jae snapped,
“Great! Asia is full of cruelly manipulated men and it was all for me. Fan-fucking-tastic!” just as YunHo's final curse left his lips, the door was pushed open to reveal a timid looking JunSu,
“Don't swear like that.” he said, giving them both a disapproving look. “You both need to eat before we perform. So stop fighting as at least pretend you like one another for a few hours. You can fight when we get home.”
“Fine by me.” YunHo growled, pushing JunSu aside and walking down the hall. Jae watched him go, a loud sigh escaping his lips,
“Hyung.. are you alright?” JunSu asked, a hand landing gently on his back.
“Yeah... I just don't want to fight with him. He's so different when he's angry.” Jae smiled softly. He was still mad, and he knew it. He wanted to yell and scream at YunHo until he understood and until everything was better again. That was how their fights worked: no one backed down, no one gave in, they fought, yelled and screamed until they just couldn't anymore, and then they would fall into the other and drown themselves in the love they shared. Jae took a seat in between ChangMin and YooChun, making sure to not look at YunHo as he began to eat the kimchi Ramyeon laid out before him.
“JaeJoong-hyung, I have been writing this new song, and I was wondering if you'd take a look?” YooChun asked, “There are some lines I think would suit your voice.” he waved his chopsticks at the elder, making him smile.
“That sounds awesome!” he grinned, he loved the way his dongsaeng composed. YooChun and ChangMin really were talented in the field, he loved hearing their work.
“ChangMin-ah, next break we get we should go a play soccer at the Super Junior dorm,” JunSu suggested.
“Can I come too?” YooChun asked, looking up from his food,
“That'd be fun. We have to beat HyukJae and DongHae this time. I swear they are getting better than me.” JunSu pouted.
“You guys can play, I wanna see KyuHyun again... He was an interesting kid.” ChangMin said, he looked contemplative.
“KyuHyun?” YooChun cocked his eyebrow, “Who's he?”
“Come on! The new Super Junior maknae!” ChangMin scoffed, “You don't remember him? We've met him heaps before.”
“Oh yeah! The good singer, who doesn't talk much.” YooChun smiled,
“He seemed nice enough.” Jae smiled,
“Hyung? Are you arlight?” JunSu suddenly asked. Jae turned to see YunHo staring down at his food, he was looking pale.
“Me? Uhm... yeah I think so... I should be fine.” he smiled weakly at JunSu.
“Are you sure? You don't look so good...” ChangMin's smile had fallen as he observed his dearest hyung. YunHo's face was getting paler and paler and small beads of sweat were starting for form on his forehead. His eyes were losing focus and his breath was getting heavier,
“Yeah, I'll be fine. Jae... I'm sorry I was angry before.” his smile was weak, but sincere. Jae was taken aback by the apology,
“Never mind that, you really don't look okay.” he said. YunHo shook his head, wincing slightly when he did, a hand reaching up to cradle his aching skull,
“It's just a headache.” he said softly, “I'm probably just tired. It'll past,” he said assuringly.
“Bullshit you're just tired. Something is seriously wrong. JunSu, go get the manager.” ChangMin said, moving over to kneel in front of YunHo, a hand reaching up to touch his forehead as small beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. JunSu stood and ran out of the room without a second word. YunHo doubled over, his hand clutching at his stomach as it began to burn,
“Fuck...” he cursed, his eye lids feeling heavy. Jae began to panic, moving like lightning across the room and claiming the spot beside him. YunHo began to cough, reaching out for the plastic bag that had been used to carry their food. YooChun picked it up and quickly handed it to the leader just in time for him to keel over and throw up the contents of his stomach into the bag.
“Holy shit! Is that blood?” YooChun cried as YunHo spat red into the bag.
“Screw the manager, call a fucking ambulance.” ChangMin ordered. “Jae, don't let him lose consciousness.” Jae began to panic, his arms clinging on to YunHo's shoulders as he shook him,
“Stay with me, YunHo.” he said, his eyes worried. His breath was coming faster as YunHo's body rejected more food into the plastic bag. ChangMin grabbed the food from the table and sniffed it, he then picked up the can of coke, taking a smell before pulling it away.
“Someone put something in his drink. Hyung, was this open when you started drinking?” ChangMin asked, shoving the can into his face,
“Yeah..” YunHo said weakly, his eyelids drifting closed.
“No, YunHo look at me.” Jae moved him,
“Jae it hurts.” YunHo gasped, his hands clutching at his stomach, “Oh god it's burning.” JunSu ran back, followed closely by the manager just as YooChun shut his phone,
“An ambulance is on it's way.” he said, frowning deeply,
“Oh god is that blood?” JunSu asked, his hand slapping over his mouth.
“Hyung, someone put something in his drink.” ChangMin handed the can to the manager, who held it to his nose before bluntly pulling it away.
“This is bad.” the manager said, moving across to where YunHo was whimpering in Jae's arms. “YunHo can you hear me?”
“Hyung it hurts.” YunHo said, tears were joining the sweat on his face now. Jae was in a state of panic and ChangMin's genius was working in a panicked over load.
“It's burning his insides.” the manager said, “We need to get him to a hospital as soon as we can.”
“What do you think it was?” YooChun asked, watching as ChangMin smelled it again.
“Something poisonous, but not as bad as bleach or anti-freeze. From the way it burns, I think it's super-glue or something similar. We just have to thank God it's not bleach. He'd already be dead if that happened.” ChangMin said, his eyes darting around the room. He seemed so calm and collected, but Jae could see the panic in his eyes. He loved YunHo more than he valued his own life, and this was destroying him.
“YunHo I need you to try and throw up as much of it as you can.” the manager was saying pressing a wet cloth against YunHo's forehead. “And whatever you do, don't let yourself lose consciousness.” It was then that they heard the blaring siren outside, and YooChun leapt up and towards the door, sprinting down the hall, where idols had began to gather to find out what the commotion was. It was less than five minutes that YooChun returned, followed by two paramedics with a stretcher. They liften YunHo up and took him out of the room
“We need one person to come with us in the vehicle, the rest of you need to follow behind.” one said as they fastened an oxygen mask over YunHo's mouth and pushed him inside. The manager stepped forward, but Jae turned and gave him a panicked expression.
“Jae.” YunHo said, his body shaking. Jae leapt in with him, taking a seat as the paramedics worked on him. He took the other's hand and held it as tightly as he could.
“It's okay. Everything is going to be okay.” Jae smiled, tears falling down his cheeks as he watched YunHo's weak body try and find the poison coursing through his veins. “everything will be okay.” he repeated, and he prayed with everything he had that he was right.
“Wow...” MinJong said, wiping a tear from his cheek. The idea of the man he loved... the idea of anything even close to that happening. “What did it feel like?” he asked, his brow furrowed deeply and his eyes saddened,
“It felt like someone was holding my heart ad squeezing it as hard as they could.” Jae replied honestly. “It was the first time I had ever been so scared. Sure, the idea of losing YunHo had always terrified me, but it was that moment when it felt so real... So close. I didn't know what was going to happen. I knew that five hours into the future, YunHo could have been dead, and where would I have been then? He was in so much pain and I was sitting there, helpless. I couldn't have done anything and... He could have died.” Jae felt tears welling in his eyes as he remembered that car ride. “It was that moment when I became fixated on never losing him. I'd had a taste of what it felt like, and to say that I didn't like it is a gross understatement. The thought of losing him hurt more than I ever knew it could have, and I became obsessed with not letting him go. Never letting him go.”
“But...” MinJong started, trailing off into silence.
“But I did.”
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그 입술로 말해보세요
오래전부터 나를 사랑해왔다고 말이에요
- Our Love by Super Junior
Jae's breath hitched in his throat as he was pushed against solid wood. He threw his head to the side as YunHo's strong arm hit the booth behind him, their bodies pressed together, breath heavy.
“JaeJoong-ah,” YunHo said, his eyes filled with hurt, and lust. YunHo wanted to close that small distance, he wanted to kiss the beautiful man before him. “How come you can't see how I feel about you?” Jae's eyes glanced from YunHo's down to his full lips, and that beautiful little freckle that lay there. YunHo leant further in, their breath mingling and their hearts racing,
“What are you talking about?” Jae's voice was innocent, filled with fear and ignorance, though YunHo could see that his eyes betrayed the act. In one smooth motion, YunHo slowly took Jae's hand from his side and placed it over his chest, his heart thumping fast as he felt the soft hand over it,
“There's you in my heart.” YunHo all but whispered. Jae looked from his hand back up into YunHo's eyes,
“YunHo-yah~” he said softly, leaping into the mans arms as they embraced with such love and passion. Jae wanted to hold him, cling to him forever.
“CUT!” the director yelled, “That was perfect! Exactly what we were looking for!” The couple broke apart, though their hands were still clasped. They both separated and bowed low, smiles on their faces,
“Thank you.” they both said, as they went around bowing to each member of the room.
“Whaaa, you almost looked like you really were in love!” The director complimented as he watched the footage that had just been taken. The two boys laughed, making sure they stood apart from one another. They heard clapping and turned their heads to where ChangMin, JunSu and YooChun stood,
“Hear that, hyung? You looked almost real!” ChangMin said, snidely. YunHo laughed, thwacking the boy over the head as he passed,
“Aish, this kid.” he said, affectionately.
“JunSu-ssi, ChangMin-ssi, please follow us, we would like to film your kidnapping scene now.” a noona smiled, bowing to the two and leading them out of the studio. YunHo smiled at Jae,
“Can we go outside? I want to talk to you about the script for the rescue scene.” he said, a very kind and loving look on his face.
“Down the hall, on the left, there should be an empty room.” another Noona smiled as she dabbed powder on YooChun's chin. “If you'd like to practice it should be fine.”
“Thank you, that would be perfect.” YunHo bowed his head to her, leaving the room and heading towards the empty room. YunHo bowed his head, opening the door and standing by, letting Jae enter before him. The door was shut and Jae was shoved up against a wall, lips attaching themselves to his neck. The man laughed, his fingers finding their way into YunHo's styled hair, puling him back and pressing their lips together,
“You looked amazing there, pressed up against that phonebooth. I wanted to kiss you as soon as I saw you.” YunHo smiled, kissing him again.
“You know if someone walks into this room, we're screwed.” Jae warned, his stomach fluttering at YunHo's suddenly dominant nature. “And don't come back with a 'you're gonna be screwed anyway' joke.” YunHo chuckled, his hand reaching underneath Jae's shirt.
“I'm not planning on sex, that would be careless.”
“More careless than the boner you had when we were filming? Cause don't pretend it wasn't there.” Jae laughed,
“You talk too much.” YunHo's hand cupped his ass gently, lips back to Jae's neck. A chuckle escaped the elder's lips, shifting his body beneath YunHo's.
“What has gotten you so frisky today?”
“I just... love you.” just as YunHo's hands finished unbuckling Jae's tight jeans, the sound of music blaring from the leader's pocket halted him. “Aish...” he cursed, pulling the phone to his ear, not moving away from Jae.
“Dick back in pants, we have to film.” ChangMin said, hanging up before the leader could reply. YunHo slumped against Jae,
“Well it's been nice.” he sighed, kissing Jae softly and helping the boy with his clothing before they unlocked the door and left.
~
“Hello, we are Tohoshinki,” the five men raised their fists, determined looks on their faces. The unconvinced members of the media looked at them with unsure eyes, not quite happy with the introduction of Koreans to their industry,
“You have risen to become one of the most popular groups in Korea, and now you are attempting to take Japan as well? What makes you think you can enter the industry?” a reporter asked, his eyes on Jae's expressionless face. YunHo eyed the reporter, carefully as Jae answered the question,
“We are merely making an attempt to spread our music wider and to offer our music as a gift to those who support us.” he smiled shyly, his large doe eyes glistening in the artificial light. YunHo bit down on his tongue, “We are only wanting to continue working hard for those who support us.”
“I see, and I understand you have just released your third Korean language album? Are you going to be translating this into Japanese?” the reporter asked, his eyes trailing down Jae's body.
“We may translate the most popular songs into Japanese, but we prefer to release in Japan with new material. It feels odd to merely be recycling our Korean work into Japanese and re-releasing it, so we prefer to release our own Japanese music, too.” Jae smiled brightly, “It's almost like Dong Bang Shin Ki and Tohoshinki are two different groups with the same members.”
“We understand you five have faced a lot of difficulties in Japan, during your careers here, what would you say is the cause of this?” a woman stood, her question much like those that they had answered so many times before. YooChun took over, leading the attention to himself, and leaving YunHo's thoughts brewing as he watched the reporters gaze almost lustfully over Jae, while the singer shamelessly basked in their attention. It was always like this. Men of all shapes and forms, whether they be staff at a television station, a concierge at a hotel or reporters at a press conference, they would gaze longingly at Jae, and he would act almost as if they had a chance with him, sending flirty smiles and batting his long eyelashes at them.
“Hyung?” ChangMin jabbed him in the side and he was pulled from his thoughts, looking around the room. JunSu and YooChun were standing and talking to a young woman wearing a pant suit, while Jae was conversing comfortably with the same reporter as before. “Hyung the conference is over.” the maknae smiled, thumping the leader on the back, “You awake?”
“Yeah. I'm fine.” He said, his eyes narrowing.
“... An attractive man like you, I find it hard to believe there's no one in the picture.” YunHo heard the man push, but was merely rewarded with a smile,
“We're very busy, there isn't enough time for a girlfriend.” Jae replied solidly, making sure he held control of the situation. The journalist almost licked his lips as he watched Jae, his eyes zeroing in on his full lips moving gently as he spoke. YunHo's nostril flared as the man placed a friendly hand on Jae's shoulder, laughing lightly,
“I can imagine. Though I guess a man with your looks gets a lot of offers?” YunHo was aware that Jae's fans would only ever send out ridiculous praise, but he saw things like this and realised that it really wasn't a wonder how Jae was getting such a high opinion of himself, “Offers from everyone! Men and women alike!”
“Well I wouldn't exactly say I am given offers as such, I just try and keep myself in a positive image to the fans. I work only for them.” he said, steering award from the intimate subject.
“Well... I am writing a report on you and the other four members. I was wondering how you... maintain this positive image where reporters are concerned.” the man said, moving slightly closer to Jae as the amount of people in the room became smaller. Jae just laughed, hitting the man on the arm gently, and making sure to widen the gap between them slightly.
“Deep breaths, Hyung. Slow, deep breaths.” ChangMin said, placing a hand on YunHo's back as he watched the two across the room. “Jae's a big boy, he can handle himself without you publicly throwing a jealous fit on him.”
“I'm not jealous.” YunHo bit out as he watched Jae's hand linger longer than it should.
“Sure you're not. We have a plane to take, Hyung. We need to get back to Korea for Music Bank.” ChangMin tapped his watch in an attempt to distract the leader, but the man's eyes were still on Jae. “Oh for fucks sake, YunHo. Jaejoong-Hyung! Plane, leave, Korea, Music Bank.” ChangMin yelled, pointing to the door. Jae nodded his head to the maknae before turning back to the reporter with a bow, without a second glance. He walked up to the leader with a smile,
“YunHo-yah~ I was wondering-” he started,
“Just get in the car, JaeJoong.” the leader interrupted, walking away. ChangMin sighed, smiling apologetically before following the leader. YunHo didn't say a word to anyone the entire trip, and when they finally reached the studio to prepare for Music Bank, JaeJoong pulled him aside, to an empty room,
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, worry curling in his stomach.
“Me? What the hell is wrong with you?!” YunHo snapped back, folding his arms.
“What have I done? Why are you being such bad company?” Jae tried to reach out,
“Bad company? Well I'm sorry it's so boring to spend time with me.” YunHo scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “Why don't you go hang out with one of your admirers, I'm sure they'd be more fun.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jae asked, he didn't understand what was happening.
“I saw you flirting with him, Jae! In fucking plain sight of all those reporters!” YunHo cried, throwing his hands into the air.
“Come on, YunHo! There is no harm in securing us some good press!” Jae snapped back, “And anyway, it's not like I can help it when a man tries to flirt with me! I can't stop people from liking me!”
“Oh yes, how hard it must be for poor little Jae, everyone wanting to sleep with you.” YunHo bit back, sarcastically.
“You can't get mad at me for being attractive, YunHo!”
“So you're saying everything happens because you're hot?” YunHo asked incredulously.
“It's not my fault! You cannot get angry at me for something I cannot help!”
“Dear lord, I never knew the world could harbour such vanity.” YunHo laughed, staring at the man. “I'm sorry, Jae. Of course, it's not your fault, you can't help it.” YunHo continued, sarcasm drowning his words.
“Fuck off, YunHo. It's not my fault you're a jealous prick!” Jae snapped back, his voice like a dagger.
“I'm a jealous prick am I? Do you remember that time you almost got a magazine stylist fired for fixing my belt during a photoshoot? Do you remember that time you got us kicked out of a restaurant for threatening the waiting staff? You have no idea about jealousy! Of course I get jealous when a man is touching you, but at least someone actually touches you first. If I got jealous like you did, your admirers would be dead long before they got close enough to touch you.”
“Oh yeah, back to me, then! I'm a jealous asshole who only cares about myself, right?” Jae laughed bitterly.
“I never said that! For christ's sake, Jae!” YunHo cried again, he was exasperated.
“At least I don't sulk like a child when I get angry.” Jae raised his eyebrow, pushing away from YunHo.
“So I'm now a childish, jealous prick? I can tell just how much you love me, there, Jae.” YunHo scoffed.
“Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare question my love for you!” Jae yelled, his face red and his eyes looking close to shooting fire. “I can push people into a place where they think I adore them when I don't. I can-”
“Yes, you should be so proud of your shameless manipulation of others, Jae. It's not like it's immoral or anything.” YunHo snapped.
“Everything I have done, no matter how immoral you think it is, everything I have done I have done for you. Everything is to make things easier for you.” Jae snapped,
“Great! Asia is full of cruelly manipulated men and it was all for me. Fan-fucking-tastic!” just as YunHo's final curse left his lips, the door was pushed open to reveal a timid looking JunSu,
“Don't swear like that.” he said, giving them both a disapproving look. “You both need to eat before we perform. So stop fighting as at least pretend you like one another for a few hours. You can fight when we get home.”
“Fine by me.” YunHo growled, pushing JunSu aside and walking down the hall. Jae watched him go, a loud sigh escaping his lips,
“Hyung.. are you alright?” JunSu asked, a hand landing gently on his back.
“Yeah... I just don't want to fight with him. He's so different when he's angry.” Jae smiled softly. He was still mad, and he knew it. He wanted to yell and scream at YunHo until he understood and until everything was better again. That was how their fights worked: no one backed down, no one gave in, they fought, yelled and screamed until they just couldn't anymore, and then they would fall into the other and drown themselves in the love they shared. Jae took a seat in between ChangMin and YooChun, making sure to not look at YunHo as he began to eat the kimchi Ramyeon laid out before him.
“JaeJoong-hyung, I have been writing this new song, and I was wondering if you'd take a look?” YooChun asked, “There are some lines I think would suit your voice.” he waved his chopsticks at the elder, making him smile.
“That sounds awesome!” he grinned, he loved the way his dongsaeng composed. YooChun and ChangMin really were talented in the field, he loved hearing their work.
“ChangMin-ah, next break we get we should go a play soccer at the Super Junior dorm,” JunSu suggested.
“Can I come too?” YooChun asked, looking up from his food,
“That'd be fun. We have to beat HyukJae and DongHae this time. I swear they are getting better than me.” JunSu pouted.
“You guys can play, I wanna see KyuHyun again... He was an interesting kid.” ChangMin said, he looked contemplative.
“KyuHyun?” YooChun cocked his eyebrow, “Who's he?”
“Come on! The new Super Junior maknae!” ChangMin scoffed, “You don't remember him? We've met him heaps before.”
“Oh yeah! The good singer, who doesn't talk much.” YooChun smiled,
“He seemed nice enough.” Jae smiled,
“Hyung? Are you arlight?” JunSu suddenly asked. Jae turned to see YunHo staring down at his food, he was looking pale.
“Me? Uhm... yeah I think so... I should be fine.” he smiled weakly at JunSu.
“Are you sure? You don't look so good...” ChangMin's smile had fallen as he observed his dearest hyung. YunHo's face was getting paler and paler and small beads of sweat were starting for form on his forehead. His eyes were losing focus and his breath was getting heavier,
“Yeah, I'll be fine. Jae... I'm sorry I was angry before.” his smile was weak, but sincere. Jae was taken aback by the apology,
“Never mind that, you really don't look okay.” he said. YunHo shook his head, wincing slightly when he did, a hand reaching up to cradle his aching skull,
“It's just a headache.” he said softly, “I'm probably just tired. It'll past,” he said assuringly.
“Bullshit you're just tired. Something is seriously wrong. JunSu, go get the manager.” ChangMin said, moving over to kneel in front of YunHo, a hand reaching up to touch his forehead as small beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. JunSu stood and ran out of the room without a second word. YunHo doubled over, his hand clutching at his stomach as it began to burn,
“Fuck...” he cursed, his eye lids feeling heavy. Jae began to panic, moving like lightning across the room and claiming the spot beside him. YunHo began to cough, reaching out for the plastic bag that had been used to carry their food. YooChun picked it up and quickly handed it to the leader just in time for him to keel over and throw up the contents of his stomach into the bag.
“Holy shit! Is that blood?” YooChun cried as YunHo spat red into the bag.
“Screw the manager, call a fucking ambulance.” ChangMin ordered. “Jae, don't let him lose consciousness.” Jae began to panic, his arms clinging on to YunHo's shoulders as he shook him,
“Stay with me, YunHo.” he said, his eyes worried. His breath was coming faster as YunHo's body rejected more food into the plastic bag. ChangMin grabbed the food from the table and sniffed it, he then picked up the can of coke, taking a smell before pulling it away.
“Someone put something in his drink. Hyung, was this open when you started drinking?” ChangMin asked, shoving the can into his face,
“Yeah..” YunHo said weakly, his eyelids drifting closed.
“No, YunHo look at me.” Jae moved him,
“Jae it hurts.” YunHo gasped, his hands clutching at his stomach, “Oh god it's burning.” JunSu ran back, followed closely by the manager just as YooChun shut his phone,
“An ambulance is on it's way.” he said, frowning deeply,
“Oh god is that blood?” JunSu asked, his hand slapping over his mouth.
“Hyung, someone put something in his drink.” ChangMin handed the can to the manager, who held it to his nose before bluntly pulling it away.
“This is bad.” the manager said, moving across to where YunHo was whimpering in Jae's arms. “YunHo can you hear me?”
“Hyung it hurts.” YunHo said, tears were joining the sweat on his face now. Jae was in a state of panic and ChangMin's genius was working in a panicked over load.
“It's burning his insides.” the manager said, “We need to get him to a hospital as soon as we can.”
“What do you think it was?” YooChun asked, watching as ChangMin smelled it again.
“Something poisonous, but not as bad as bleach or anti-freeze. From the way it burns, I think it's super-glue or something similar. We just have to thank God it's not bleach. He'd already be dead if that happened.” ChangMin said, his eyes darting around the room. He seemed so calm and collected, but Jae could see the panic in his eyes. He loved YunHo more than he valued his own life, and this was destroying him.
“YunHo I need you to try and throw up as much of it as you can.” the manager was saying pressing a wet cloth against YunHo's forehead. “And whatever you do, don't let yourself lose consciousness.” It was then that they heard the blaring siren outside, and YooChun leapt up and towards the door, sprinting down the hall, where idols had began to gather to find out what the commotion was. It was less than five minutes that YooChun returned, followed by two paramedics with a stretcher. They liften YunHo up and took him out of the room
“We need one person to come with us in the vehicle, the rest of you need to follow behind.” one said as they fastened an oxygen mask over YunHo's mouth and pushed him inside. The manager stepped forward, but Jae turned and gave him a panicked expression.
“Jae.” YunHo said, his body shaking. Jae leapt in with him, taking a seat as the paramedics worked on him. He took the other's hand and held it as tightly as he could.
“It's okay. Everything is going to be okay.” Jae smiled, tears falling down his cheeks as he watched YunHo's weak body try and find the poison coursing through his veins. “everything will be okay.” he repeated, and he prayed with everything he had that he was right.
“Wow...” MinJong said, wiping a tear from his cheek. The idea of the man he loved... the idea of anything even close to that happening. “What did it feel like?” he asked, his brow furrowed deeply and his eyes saddened,
“It felt like someone was holding my heart ad squeezing it as hard as they could.” Jae replied honestly. “It was the first time I had ever been so scared. Sure, the idea of losing YunHo had always terrified me, but it was that moment when it felt so real... So close. I didn't know what was going to happen. I knew that five hours into the future, YunHo could have been dead, and where would I have been then? He was in so much pain and I was sitting there, helpless. I couldn't have done anything and... He could have died.” Jae felt tears welling in his eyes as he remembered that car ride. “It was that moment when I became fixated on never losing him. I'd had a taste of what it felt like, and to say that I didn't like it is a gross understatement. The thought of losing him hurt more than I ever knew it could have, and I became obsessed with not letting him go. Never letting him go.”
“But...” MinJong started, trailing off into silence.
“But I did.”