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virginangelic Length: 1875 words, (Sequel to Kindred Spirits)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jaeho, passing mentions of Kangteuk & Yoosu
Genre: Drama
Summary: Perhaps there was more than just fanservice. And it takes a phonecall to make Jung Yunho realise what he's lost.
A/N: I know it's been a while but I hope you'll enjoy this. Unbeta'ed as usual. Comments are much loved.
Part 1: Kindred Spirits
Yeobeosayoh
Rummaging in the dark for the telephone receiver, he grabbed the slender hands-free set.
“Yeobeoseyoh?” he mumbled, loathing whoever it was, on the other line. It was…he looked at the face of the clock; the numbers quietly glowing in the still darkness of the room.
It was 3.30am.
There was no one on the phone. Only silence greeted him. Straining, he caught the barely audible hitches, of shallow irregular breaths.
But it was the silence that promptly made him sit up and take notice; he knew it was him. Sleep fled him instantly as he sat rigidly, gripping the receiver as tight as he could, despite the trembles that plagued his hands.
“Jae? Boojae?"
He wasn’t sure if he could last a minute longer but he knew he had to hold on. His heart was pounding violently, was it out of excitement or was it desperation he wondered absentmindedly, as he proceeded to press the receiver to his ears, straining harder to pick up on the background sound, ignoring the growing discomfort on his ears – hoping that somehow he could get closer to the source, to be able to hear him with more clarity.
His mind was whizzing - he had countless questions to ask the other man but he didn’t know which question to start with.
How are you? (Would it seem too…trivial? Too pedestrian?)
Where are you? (Did it make him sound desperate? Or even stalker-like?)
How’s life? (Would it make it sound pompous though? He recalled that Min said the last time they made contact, they were struggling.)
There were a myriad of questions to ask; questions that had plagued him for the past few years. The most pressing, naturally, was the other’s well being. He could never understand why he cared so much about the other – perhaps it was because the other had been through so much, had been his pillar of support through thick and thin like during the whole poisoning scandal. He chuckled, remembering the other’s face of fury and anger that melted into worry and anxiety. He was too enveloped in the warm nostalgic feeling that it took him some time to realize that the other had hung up.
He couldn’t explain the feeling that overcame him with that realization; it hurt like daggers piercing through his chest but it wasn’t particularly painful...it just hurt. The intensity of the feeling both confused and frightened him; it had been eons since he last had last felt such intensity come over him. Glancing at the small green digits projected on the wall, he noted that it was already four a.m.. In a couple of hours time, he was bound for work, even if it was a Saturday. Work at the lawyer's firm had started to be his saviour - at least doing something productive to whittle Time away was better than say, drinking the blues away, like what YoungOon did nowdays. He wanted to tell the other to be a man and just get out of the relationship and get back with Jungsu but it would have made him a damn hypocrite.
He quietly returned to the oversized king sized bed, willing sleep to return. He tried to clear his mind but it was then that he realized the large expanse of his bedroom, of the emptiness. It was a far cry from before when once he shared a room with four others who were closer, dearer to him than his own sister. Granted, it was the presence of him that he missed terribly; his pillar of support. He walked out of the bedroom, shivering. Had it always been this cold in this apartment of his? He quickened his pace to the kitchen; had time somehow slowed down? Or had his apartment enlarged itself while he was asleep? The distance between his room and the kitchen seemed somehow longer than usual; the darkened corridor seemed like a never-ending tunnel. Was it…he shook his head. Donghae’s theory of aliens couldn’t possibly be true.
He flung open the fridge and noted absentmindedly that he needed to get more food; there was barely anything in the large metal fridge – all he had was a half empty bottle of milk and some unrecognizable organism which he promptly threw away. Could it be that meatloaf that nice grandmother gave him because "you remind me of my son", he wasn't sure.
He couldn't care less - he barely ate much. Junsu had berated him when they met two days ago (he had been forced or rather, blackmailed to come out for lunch).
"Hyung, you...you don't look so well,"
"I'm fine,"
"Stardom’s long over, U-Know, you know? Why aren't you eating?"
"I'm...I'm not that hungry. And this kimchi hotpot taste nothing like..."
"You…you miss him, don't you?"
"What...what are you talking about?"
"Jung Yunho. You know that I know that you know what I'm talking about,"
"I...I have to go. I'll pick the tab up, you can continue eating, Susu-ah."
And he remembers the briefest look of regret and pain that flitted through the other as he left. Junsu left soon after, shaking his head, muttering something about God.
Chugging down the cold milk, he glanced around the kitchen and realized miserably that the kitchen was barely used; the kitchenware was still wrapped in their plastic films like the day they were bought. Her brash tone rang out from his cluttered memories, of a time when his parents came over unexpectedly.
"Dear, why don't you cook something while I serve the drinks?"
“Do I look like a servant to you?! Of course I don't cook! Do I look like I belong in the kitchen, whipping up dishes for old people? I…I mean…we can always hire someone to help us out right, yabbo?”
In the end, they had dinner outside, deeply apologetic that his wife was black faced throughout the entire meal. It was the last time his parents came over and his mother had said something along the lines of "We really don't mind that other boy, you know...you'll always be our son no matter who you decide to be with" before she rushed into the waiting car.
And he remembered the woman’s lazy drawl which irked him to no end. And even her artificial accent, which she thought made her sound posh. Combined together, they made the ends of his hair stand - he never knew what he saw in her. Was it her raven locks of silk? Was it her pale milky skin? Was it her ruby red luscious lips? Or was it her smile? The way she laughed, covering her mouth which he found adorable and somehow…familiar. He remembered the amount of time he vested in her; pandering to her every whim; and yet…yet she left him only two weeks after they moved in together, saying she had found someone new.
Come to think of it, he realized that he wasn’t all that perturbed by her confession. He remembers the conversation they had; he had no recollection what time it was or whether it was over lunch or tea. He doesn’t remember her clothes; he barely remembers anything other than her words.
“Yunnie-oppa...I want a break-up,” she quietly murmured, her head bowed down low, trying to sound apologetic when he knew, she really wasn’t. He wasn't stupid - it was only a matter of time, seeing how she had been avoiding him for the past week.
“Oh. Okay,” he said nonchalantly, choosing to ignore the shock in her eyes as his words sunk it.
That quickly flitted to blazing anger. He didn’t understand why she was upset and enraged at him. Shouldn’t it have been the other way around? She cried endless rivers of tears, frustrated at him, as she slammed out of the apartment. He felt somewhat lighter, as though he could breathe again the moment she stepped out of the apartment.
And he came to a realization that he never really loved her - it was no real loss to him. He was thankful he had insisted that they sign the pre-nuptials. It was a simple matter of annulment - there were no messy divorce cases. In the eyes of the court, the wedding just simply hadn't happened.
He trudged back to his room, feeling pensive as waves of nostalgia washed over him. Climbing back into bed, he pulled the covers closer to him, trying to block out the coldness that was seeping into bones.
He remembered instead vivid flashes and glimpses of raven hair coloured blond or brown, almond-shaped eyes that glistening with pride. He remembers the lovely curl of the lips to form a smile that endeared him to millions. He remembered with vivid clarity how instantaneous the warmth quickly left the other; and he remembered the hurt he felt, the regret he felt when it happened. It had taken long for the ice to melt and only mere seconds to freeze once again. He had wanted to look for the other, needed to explain somehow but he had no time - he was just starting out. He needed to make a good, lasting impression and she always dragged him around, throwing a fit when he couldn't make it for some party of her friends or other.
He wondered if he was just a trophy husband to her, an elusive accessory that added to her glam factor. He wasn't stupid; he had seen it happen plenty of time, having worked in the entertainment industry before.
The tears came down bit by bit as his memories started to flood him and it was then that an epiphany struck - something that half the world already knew. After all, fan service was fan service but how the other often treated him better or how comfortable the other's hand felt, clasped together with his own and so much more sent his mind was reeling all the many Jaeho moments, from the Bora-bora hugs to the...
Oh god. How could I have been so stupid?
He cursed himself, wiping back the unrestrained tears. Behind closed doors, the last remnants of U-Know, leader-shii melted and all that remained now was Jung Yunho, idiot extraordinaire. And he realised that it no longer mattered what anyone said or thought, his life was his once again. No managers to tell him to lay off the Jaeho or even reporters who would stalk him. The entertainment world had long since dropped him - he was last century's it boy, he was no longer desirable. He would get at the very most a small note in the corner of some tabloid on a slow news day, IF he was lucky and did something stupid. Otherwise, he was below the radar most of the time. They had respected his wishes to be left alone.
Jung Yunho stayed in bed the entire morning; ignoring the one call from the office. He felt somewhat disappointed - he had expected a lot more calls, even if he had cleared two weeks' worth of work in advance.
He stared at the clock, counting down the time and only when it struck 12 noon, did he pick up the phone. He knew, even if it had been years since they last stayed under one roof, never to wake the youngest before noon especially on a weekend. But he didn't know if it still held - afterall, people change with time.
“Yeobeoseyoh? Min? It's Yunho I…I need your help,”
“Yunho? Wait...you want my help? What is it this time? Silencing the press? Oh god. If think I'm going to help you out in finding a girl or something equally silly, go hire a matchmaker okay, hyung? I'm so terribly swamped with my research – I don’t even eat eight meals nowadays! I only eat five…But then you know how important this is to me, right? Well...unless...”
“Changmin, Changmin! Stop. I... I just wanted to ask you about erm, Je…Jaejoong. But…”
He was caught offguard when he heard loud cheers and whoops from the youngest before an-out-of-breath, excited dongsaeng muttered,
“Finally, pabo, finally! Meet me at the nice Japanese restaurant two blocks away from your apartment in 30 minutes. And you’re paying okay? Ahnyong, Appa-shii! And now about the Yoosu...”
Then it struck Yunho.
“Wait…did he just call me pabo? And…oh god. Yah! Changmin!” Yunho cried to no avail. The younger had long since hung up.
Yunho cursed himself as he got out of bed and hunted for his wallet, praying he had enough to feed the bottomless pit that was his dearest dongsaeng. But he couldn’t stop smiling.
Boojae, I’m coming.
End.
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Date: 2007-11-08 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 05:43 am (UTC)I might consider writing bits and pieces of what happened between part 2 and part 3 though. :)
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Date: 2007-11-08 06:03 am (UTC)In the part 1, both Joongie and Yoochun was upset and depressed cause their love was unrequited namely by Yunho & Junsu cause they think Yunho is in love with Junsu right? However, from part 2, we know tat Yunho is actually in love with Joongie. Was Yunho just in denial or something like that or that he pretended to like Junsu? Was Yunho ever in love with Junsu(hopefully not, I pray...)?Er,I don't think so right? From the conversation both Junsu and Yunho had during their lunch, it seems like Junsu knew Yunho still likes or loves Joongie...hm...realy perplexing..
But I belive you'll clear everythingup in Part 3? I look forward to more Jaehoness and Yoosuness then...
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Date: 2007-11-08 06:27 am (UTC)Thanks for reading btw!
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Date: 2007-11-08 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 08:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 09:22 am (UTC)O yeah BooJae...just wait...he's coming!!!
Hehehehe...
Now...about the YooSu..just like Minnie said...
Kekekekekke... ^_____^
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Date: 2007-11-08 12:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 01:14 pm (UTC)Anyways. I was saying.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Now if there was more. XD♥
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Date: 2007-11-08 01:20 pm (UTC)I shall try to churn something out. Thanks for reading!!! <3
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Date: 2007-11-08 01:20 pm (UTC)Part 1 was really angsty. You nearly made me cry.
Jae shouldn't forgive Yunho that easily >_< after all he made Jae suffer..
Continue please? <3<3<3
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Date: 2007-11-08 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 01:26 pm (UTC)but...ohhhh~i love min in here..he was like ignoring yunnie at first,and then at the mention of jae..he suddenly turned all happy..haha~^_^
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Date: 2007-11-08 01:37 pm (UTC)Changmin the little matchmaker.
I can just see the wheels in his head turning LOL
Jaeho FTW in this little fic....I hope
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Date: 2007-11-08 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 05:45 pm (UTC)Now, for the Yoosu~ I really can't wait to read about it! ^^
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Date: 2007-11-08 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 11:05 pm (UTC)Except it may take a longer time for themThanks for reading!:)
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Date: 2007-11-09 04:36 am (UTC)err...pwease =3 *pouts*
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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Date: 2007-11-09 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-09 07:12 am (UTC)