Title: By Any Other Name
Genre: An AU / Non AU hybrid
Words (this chapter): approx. 5300
Warnings: Some use of strong language
Summary: "Jaejoong, stop messing around. You're part of DBSK, along with me and Junsu and Yoochun and Changminnie," said the man named Yunho. And he said it so confidently that Jaejoong would've believed him if he hadn't just come back from killing a mob boss. In a nutshell, Yunho wakes up in a Yakuza AU where Jaejoong's a first class hitman.
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A/N: This is an idea that I've been dying to write ever since (a) I got into the whole Yunho / Jaejoong pairing and (b) Tae Goon's MV Call Me came out where Jaejoong made quite the sexy assassin. Though, as you'll see, hitman is a bit different than an assassin. xD
"I'm sorry," says Yunho, unable to look at Jaejoong's eyes. "This whole thing was me being incredibly stupid and paranoid and––"
"No, wait," interrupts Jaejoong, "you can't say that. I was going to say sorry first."
Yunho feels surprised. "But it was my fault––"
But Jaejoong shoves his fingers into his ears and shouts, "I'm sorry!" and Yunho can only watch as Jaejoong keeps repeating it.
This is ridiculous, thinks Yunho, laughing as the tension that had been knotting his stomach for days disappear in an instant. Ridiculous and insane and irrational and each second longer he looks at Jaejoong, the love that he feels grows so damn much that he thinks his heart might burst from trying to contain it all.
"Stop," says Yunho, smiling as he reaches to take Jaejoong's hands into his own. "Boojae."
But he says, "We both might have been wrong this time but all that stuff that you said. Don't think you can do that ever again, okay? I'll kick your ass if you do."
"Never," promises Yunho, drawing Jaejoong into a hug. "And you must have known that I was angry and I would never mean a single thing about you that wasn't good – well," he stops, tone changing into a teasing one. "Except that you snore when you sleep. And you're a total attention whore. And you can be really, really obnoxious when you––"
"Yah, stop it," says Jaejoong and punches Yunho's arm, hard, though there's a grin threatening to break across his face. "You're such a bully."
"That's a surprise?" Yunho laughs, but means it when he says, "I love you."
He feels Jaejoong melt into his arms, head resting on his shoulder.
"Of course you do," he replies, and Yunho can feel Jaejoong's lips against his neck, spreading into a smile. "How could anyone not?"
.f o u r t e e n
Pieces of a Puzzle
Jaejoong wasn't surprised to see Jung asleep when he got home that night, considering that he did everything he possibly could to delay his arrival to ensure that he'd return late enough so this would be the result.
It would just be uncomfortable, rationalized Jaejoong, to have to interact with Jung after their last encounter had ended in such a tense note. Normally Jaejoong wouldn't have cared about who he had pissed off and why, but it was different when he lived with the guy.
There was also the whole thing with Jung saying strange things while he thought Jaejoong to be asleep, but that wasn't uncomfortable so much as it was embarrassing and damn it, he should not be feeling flustered over this.
What was surprising, however, was how early Jaejoong woke the next day.
This only occurred when he was stressed, or if he had just returned from a job (the two were perhaps connected, but Jaejoong didn't want to think about that right then). He felt completely at edge, looking over his shoulder each time he heard a creak in from the floors or the slight rattling of the windows.
When this usually happened, Jaejoong busied himself with menial tasks that took his mind off of things, such as cooking a ridiculous amount of food – he might not have been the world's most amazing chef but he knew what he was doing – and giving some to the obaa-san next door, taking an extra shift at work, or cleaning the apartment.
But Jung was so freakishly neat that Jaejoong didn't think he ever saw the place looking tidier, and the restaurant wasn't open yet.
So the kitchen it was then, thought Jaejoong sardonically.
He was so engrossed with what he was doing – mixing batter and frying tempura and making sure that the soup wasn't too salty – that he didn't notice Jung's activity around the apartment until Jung was right beside him, peering into the contents of the pot and saying, "Wow, that looks great!"
Shocked, Jaejoong pulled away from Jung so fast that some of the soup from the ladle he was holding went flying straight towards Jung's head.
"Ow – what the hell, why is this is so hot?" shouted Jung, hands covering his face. "Shit, shit, shit––"
Jaejoong stared, not quite registering what was happening before:
"Why're you just standing there?" he demanded. "Go and put cold water on that!"
"I would but I can't exactly see––"
"You're so fucking useless," growled Jaejoong, grabbing Jung's wrist and dragging him to the sink.
"Excuse me? Whose fault do you think this is?"
Jaejoong glared, though it was ineffective as Jung was covering his face, and said, "Can you do the rest by yourself?"
With his eyes still shut, Jung put his cupped hands under tap and splashed the water onto his face. This continued for a few more moments until Jung said, "Er, maybe you should check on the food..."
Cursing, Jaejoong rushed towards the stove to make sure that things hadn't been ruined beyond repair.
If Jaejoong had been wondering how to behave with Jung – which he hadn't, thank you – because of the nature of their last conversation, he needn't have bothered.
It had been a long time since he had gotten into an argument with somebody: he didn't talk enough with anyone to have one and where he might have thoughts about a lot of the Tiger Dragons' activities, he never voiced them.
Back in Korea, whenever he and Yoochun had gotten into a disagreement, neither would relent and everything would just be okay a few days later. With his mother or sisters, he had usually sucked it up and apologized even when he was certain that he was not wrong.
But Jung was behaving as per usual, offering to get the bowls even while holding an ice pack to his face. And he was smiling and saying something about kimchi and Jaejoong decided that everything was back to normal.
"I have a lot to tell you," said Jung once they sat down to eat. "You know how I said that I was going to try and call Junsu? Well, I did and it's awesome because he knows me."
"What?" Jaejoong's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "He's also from where you're from?"
"No," replied Jung, deflating a little, "he knows the Jung Yunho of this world."
Jaejoong thought that the whole, this world business was still a little shady. A part of him still believed that Jung might be a bit insane, but he hadn't displayed any strange traits other than being... himself.
"He's in Korea right now," Jung was saying, "and I didn't get the chance to tell him what had happened, but apparently the Yunho of this world is missing. He vanished around a week ago, which is basically the same time I appeared here..."
"So you think the two of you... switched places?"
"Well, I hope we didn't – if I woke up in Tokyo even though I went to sleep in Seoul, I have no idea where he'd end up in my world..."
He looked extremely troubled by the thought.
"Anyway," said Jung, shaking his head. "After talking with Junsu, he told me I should find Changmin because apparently he knows this world's Yunho too..."
Jaejoong raised his eyebrows in surprise – he hadn't seen that coming – but didn't say anything as he chewed on his rice.
"Changmin told me a lot of things. Like, apparently over here, I'm studying to be a lawyer." There was disbelief in Jung's voice as he said this. "And even if this weird thing didn't happen to me, I think you would have met this world's Yunho, regardless."
This had Jaejoong's attention.
"In this world, my father is dead," explained Jung. "He was a lawyer too, one of the lead prosecutors in Korea fighting against the increase in organized crime. A few years back he was heavily involved with a case involving the black market and how these mob bosses who were extorting some labour workers or something. It was pretty big, rumours about the Triads being involved as well as some yakuza factions. Changmin didn't go into the details, but from what he said, I think my father was, er, taken out, so to speak."
Jung looked thoroughly baffled as he said these things, as though he himself could not believe the situation.
Jaejoong, however, said, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, because of that whole thing, this world's me has been trying to find a legal way to bring these people down, similar to what his father had been doing. But I guess he and Changmin – with Junsu financing the whole thing – had also been looking for the person directly responsible for it because a couple of weeks ago, Changmin finally found a name."
"So?" asked Jaejoong, frowning.
"If this world's me hadn't disappeared," said Jung, "then Changmin would've told him and he would have come to Tokyo and, er, he would have stayed with you."
"What," he said flatly. "No, he wouldn't have."
Jung looked hesitant.
"He was basically going to ask you because he knows – Changmin knows what you do and because there are people after this world's me because of who his father is and I guess I can understand why Changmin and Junsu thought that I was dead when I disappeared. But Kim-shhi."
Jung looked at him worriedly.
"Though I didn't tell Changmin anything about you and referred to you as Hero when I was talking to him, he knows who you are. He knows your name is Kim Jaejoong and that you're using a different identity. That's how he was going to convince you to look after the other me."
Jaejoong's brain stopped working for a moment.
Because Kim Jaejoong was a name that had disappeared. He was used to having three different personalities: the quietly observing Hiroshi, the ruthlessly efficient Hero, and the slowly fading Jaejoong. To think that some punk could somehow connect all of them together was just––
It was terrifying, because who's to say that the people who Jaejoong had been trying to find all this time – all the whilst hoping that he himself would not be found – won't be able to do the same?
But Jaejoong forced himself to stop, and let anger replace the panic that was clawing at his throat.
"The kid was going to blackmail me?" he asked instead, forcing his voice to stay calm.
Jung quickly shook his head.
"No, no," he assured. "Despite whatever he's doing with the Tiger Dragons, Changmin is a really straight laced person. He told me that he likes having leverage over a person, but has no interest in... well, in ripping them off."
"He told you. And you believed him?"
"Of course I did," he said. "He believed me, and if, deep down, he's anything like the Changmin that I know, then––"
Jung's naïveté was starting to irritate Jaejoong because honestly, it was unbelievable. It was this kind of behaviour that would get him killed one day.
Too fucking trusting, he thought.
"What if he's not?" said Jaejoong finally, words hard. "What if he's actually a bad person like the rest of the fuckers in the gang? Am I anything like the Kim Jaejoong that you know?"
"Yes," was Jung's immediate reply though he stopped and took a deep breath afterwards. "But you're also different, which is why I'm doing the best I can to try and have a friendship with you that has nothing to do with the Jaejoong I know back home––"
"A friendship? With you?"
Jung pursed his lips, but didn't rise to the bait.
"Changmin told me," he said instead, "that he has information that you want. He wouldn't tell me what it was, but apparently you're looking for someone?"
Jaejoong's attention was brought back to the conversation.
"It doesn't matter because he wouldn't tell me anything because this was your business," Jung was saying. "But the point is, he was sure that if it came down to it, you'd take him up on the deal. He's good at reading people, Changmin."
Jaejoong's throat was dry.
"I want to meet him."
Jung looked surprised.
"Don't you see him whenever you go to––"
"No, that would be too suspicious. We hardly ever interact."
Jaejoong was glaring at Jung by this point, as though the fierce look in his eyes could will Jung into agreeing with him. However, Jung just stared at him for a moment, looking completely unfazed, before saying, "Okay, sure."
Jaejoong was a bit wary of the response.
Immediately he frowned.
What the fuck was this? He sounded like he needed Jung's approval or something and.
Jung didn't seem to notice anything wrong, however.
"Why not? I was going to go see him again in a few days anyway because I don't have work that day or the one after. I'll talk to him then. You have Sundays and Mondays off, right?"
Jaejoong nodded, returning to his meal.
"All of this looks great," said Jung enthusiastically, picking up his bowl for the first time. "Are we going to be able to finish it all?"
"I give some to the woman next door," said Jaejoong. "And you can take some to work."
Then, he added with genuine curiosity, "Did you find out what Max does with the Tiger Dragons?"
"Ah, not the specifics..." replied Jung, looking a bit put out, "but I know that he managed to find some leads on the people who were involved in killing this world's me's father to Japan."
And maybe it was because Jung was everything that Jaejoong was not that he had to ask.
"A lot of this is really valuable information," he said, voice deliberately considering. "Are you sure you're doing the right thing telling me this? I could easily sell you out and get myself in a better ranking in the Tiger Dragons."
Jung looked thoughtful.
"You could," he agreed. "And I guess that would be my fault for putting my trust in the wrong person."
At those words, Jaejoong felt that Jung really had to be a leader of some sort of something because had Jaejoong given a damn, he would have been emotionally manipulated into not saying anything.
But thankfully Jaejoong wasn't that stupid.
Even if Jung's presence seemed to have become an ingrained part of his life.
Which, really, was only to be expected.
"You know," Jung continued as though nothing significant had taken place – which, Jaejoong supposed, it hadn't – "meeting Changmin really made me realize that it's like I'm in some sort of movie. Except it's in all the bad ways. I mean, I'm assuming that the other me's pretty well off, going to Harvard and staying in America––"
"Wait," interrupted Jaejoong, noticing something wrong with the story. "If this – this world's version of you wants to stop the people who killed your – his – father, then why's he studying American law?"
"It's a bit sad," he said, "but he can't come back to Korea. That's why Changmin and Junsu are the ones who are doing most of the work in Asia even though the other me has all of his father's files."
"Max and this singer do an awful lot for this other you," noted Jaejoong.
The smile that spread on Jung's face was so warm that for a moment, Jaejoong felt like he got hit over the head with it.
"Yeah," he said. "Other than his family, the Yunho here couldn't keep in touch with many people from his other life. I mean, he had to change his whole identity for his safety. With each person that knows, there's that much more of a chance that someone will find him."
"And they want to find him because he has all of his father's work?"
"Right. He was pretty grown up when his father died, and the people who were after his father would be able to recognize his face. He still wants to make a difference somewhere though, and maybe sometime in the future he'll go back to Korea if everything works out – and you know, assuming I go back to my world and he comes back here – but I doubt it. There's too much to risk. Jung Yunho isn't even the name he had on his original birth certificate."
This was a surprise to Jaejoong.
"So this guy actually isn't you?"
"No, he is my, er, counterpart. Because after everything happened, he literally did become Jung Yunho. That is who he is now, that is the person who he has been for the last few years."
"That makes absolutely no sense."
Jung looked apologetic.
"Changmin did a better job explaining it."
"But seriously," said Jung, "imagine it. Having the mafia after you because your father was trying to make a country a better place and you were going to follow in his footsteps? That's intense. All those accidents and poisoning incidences and being mobbed seems so small now, in the grand scale of things."
A pea went down the wrong pipe and Jaejoong coughed.
"You were poisoned?" he asked in disbelief. "What, did some rival dancing group sneak into your dressing room?"
"It was an anti-fan," explained Jung.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes.
"This is really good," said Jung, swallowing a mouthful of fried rice for the first time and reaching for the tempura. "I think we should use the money I'm making to buy this kind of stuff every day."
"Don't you think I have better things to do than––"
"Is this shrimp?" interrupted Jung, eagerly putting some in his mouth. "Yah, Kim-shhi, you didn't try this yet! It's fantastic!"
Jaejoong's response, which was something along the lines of, "I think I know how my own food tastes," was cleanly cut forgotten when he saw Jung holding out his shrimp nestled chopsticks towards Jaejoong, an expectant look on his face.
I'll try to be there for you in any way that I can, echoed Jung's voice unexpectedly in Jaejoong's head and he felt himself getting angry because seriously, what the hell.
In retaliation, Jaejoong glowered at Jung and pointedly took his own shrimp with his own chopsticks and bit into it.
Jung just shrugged and continued to eat happily.
After Jung had left to go to the construction site, Jaejoong took out his cell phone.
Running late, the text message said, will be there by one.
Jaejoong glared at the small, bright screen.
Fine, he texted back, not a second later.
When the reply was a large red heart, Jaejoong wondered why he bothered with Sunday at all.
"It's because you like me, Hero," she replied an hour and a half later, plopping down on the seat beside Jaejoong's at the small ramen stand. "But let's face it. It would be ridiculous to think that someone wouldn't."
She smiled a little impishly and Jaejoong rolled his eyes.
"I have other appointments to keep," he said. "Don't think you can do this each time."
"When was I ever late before today?" she asked, not backing down. "I am sorry still, but honestly? When one subway has an accident on the line, the entire system is thrown off."
Obviously, Jaejoong wanted to stay, but instead he took out an envelope from his jacket and slid it over to her.
"Like before, I'll pay you when I get confirmation from TOP that he received this," he said, because Choi Seunghyun was the only person in Korea who he'd trust enough to get the money to his family. "Don't screw this up or I swear that I'll––"
Sunday looked annoyed.
"I think we've known each other long enough to not have conversations filled with death threats."
"I can't help it if the way you look makes me think you're incompetent. I feel like shooting something each time we meet."
"You're only pissed because no one else would call you on your bullshit," she retorted. "God, why do I even come here? Next time I'm sending Dana."
"Please do," said Jaejoong dryly. "Or Stephanie, she's quiet."
"If you weren't my employer, I'd be kicking you with my three inch heels right now."
Jaejoong looked at her, unimpressed.
"How are you so damn short when you have three inch heels on?"
Not for the first time, Jaejoong wondered how the agency was so efficient at what they did when they had recruited someone like Sunday to be a part of it. However, it was a well known fact that they had a solid chain of bases throughout Asia, even though no one seemed to know exactly where each individual person was.
Sunday, Dana, Lina, and Stephanie were the four that he mostly associated with. He assumed they were the only four stationed in Tokyo, and the reason he kept meeting with different ones each time was because the others were meeting other clients.
Jaejoong felt a bit paranoid at the thought that he was basically giving away two months worth of cash each time he sent it with someone whose real name he didn't even have – because Sunday's real name was Sunday as much as Jaejoong's was Hero – but each time it reached Seunghyun alright – and Seunghyun even sent packages back to Jaejoong that were delivered to him safely – so Jaejoong wasn't going to complain and think about the complicated channel of people and all the number of hands his package would have to travel through – as Lina mentioned once to reassure him of their anonymity – before it got to the desired destination.
All that mattered was that though he was so far away from home, he was helping in making his (remaining) family's life easier.
"Do you have what I asked you for?" he asked Sunday, once he saw her put away the envelope securely in her jacket.
Her scowl immediately smoothened away.
"Yeah," she said, and reached into her purse and pulled out a large manila envelope.
"At your request most of this was done by Lina," she said. "But I was doing the field work necessary and... well, I guess you'll realize what's wrong when you look at the file."
"What is it?"
"It's not exactly uncommon in the line of work that I'm in," she said. "But though we found a lot of what you asked for, the, er," she paused and looked discreetly looked around, "daughter company that was supposed to be our focus has this time period around seven years ago where there's absolutely nothing."
"I mean nothing, no information. From word of mouth we know that it started during that time, but as far as the papers and all records that we have access to, they say that the company hadn't been set into motion until later, and even after that it was under a new name."
"So all of this is garbage?"
"Well, that's up to you to decide," replied Sunday simply. "We don't know what you're specifically looking for, and we don't ask any unnecessary questions. We just do what you pay us to."
Frustrated, Jaejoong's fist curled around the corner of the envelope. But before he could say anything to Sunday, his cell phone started to ring a familiar tune.
"I have to take this," he said, sliding off his stool at the ramen stand.
"Alright," she said. "Your package should be delivered within the next five days."
Jaejoong nodded and Sunday gave a little wave as he left, and the last thing he saw before answering his phone was her smiling at the man behind the counter and ordering something.
He flipped open his phone.
"Hey," he said into the mouthpiece as he walked down the sidewalk.
"Hey, yourself," said Boa's cheerful voice from the other end of the line. "I'm just letting you know that I'm leaving, okay?"
A small smile crossed Jaejoong's lips.
"I just need to drop something off first," he replied looking at the envelope in his hands, "and then I'll head over."
"If I have to wait more than half an hour again like a couple of months ago, I'll leave," she said, though there was amusement in her voice.
A genuine surge of affection swept through him.
"I'll do whatever I can to make sure that the bus doesn't break down then," he replied dryly.
"Alright then Hi-ro-shi, I'll see you in a few."
The thing about Boa, thought Jaejoong as he spotted her golden brown hair the moment he walked in to the sushi restaurant, was that to him, she was a combination of a younger sister, an older sister, a boss, and a best friend.
And the one person who had every right to demand his life and didn't even know it, but that was a story for another time. Preferably when Boa wasn't around, when he could lock himself in the washroom and vomit out all the disgust and bile that never seemed to go away.
"Hey," he said, tapping Boa on the shoulder. "Here a bit early, aren't you?"
Boa laughed as she stood up, wrapping her arms around Jaejoong in a brief hug.
"I can never wait to see you, Hiro," she teased.
"Most people would say the opposite."
"Ah, but that's only because they're on your hit list," she grinned, and though from anyone else that statement would've made Jaejoong uneasy because of how close it was to the truth, with Boa it wasn't.
"Did you order for me?" he asked instead, looking at the menu.
"I did, I did," she confirmed. "Even if we haven't seen each other in months, I don't forget what you like to eat."
He smiled a little, and his heart warmed a bit when she positively beamed back in response.
"How's thing's been here? Did you get yourself into any trouble?"
"No more than I usually do."
"That doesn't make me feel any better."
"Tell me about what you did when you were in Korea," he said, steering the topic away from himself. "Not official business stuff, but did you go anywhere?"
"Just Seoul and Busan," she replied. "Sorry! I totally forgot that we could've been talking in Korean – just being back in Tokyo makes me automatically speak in Japanese..."
"I don't mind."
"But Hiro, you don't know a lot of Korean people other than me – except for your friend at work that you mentioned," she said, looking genuinely worried and Jaejoong was immediately reminded why his heart was so naturally inclined to look after her. "It's okay! I learned some street slang there that I can talk to you with."
She grinned, and Jaejoong kept quiet on the fact that speaking with Jung for the last week or so had brushed up his street vocabulary.
Because no matter how well spoken and put-together Jung was, Jaejoong found that if pushed hard enough, Jung had the ability to swear like the best of them and hints of an accent would break through.
It was a vaguely familiar accent, thought Jaejoong absently, and it reminded him very much of home, back in Korea. It came across in Jung's speech whenever he was angry or excited or––
"Hiro, the food's here."
Jaejoong's eyes slightly widened when he saw the large tray in front of him.
"My treat," said Boa. "Itadakimasu."
"Itadakimasu," repeated Jaejoong, snapping his chopsticks apart. "Thank you."
Boa waved it off.
"And about what you said before," she said, pointing at Jaejoong with her chopsticks, "you should know by now you're one of the only people I trust enough to tell what I've been up to."
Jaejoong smiled a little, putting a strip of salmon in his mouth.
"You got into a fight, huh?"
"Not me, no. But others did. There was a lot of punching. And yelling. And I got to use my newly learned Korean street slang."
She demonstrated and Jaejoong laughed.
"You were born in Korea, weren't you? How can you not know stuff like that?"
"I was eight when I came here, idiot. Children don't know these things."
"Not even a mafia princess?"
Boa's foot connected with Jaejoong's shin under the table.
It was well past an hour later when Jaejoong said, "I have to go now. Work starts in a bit."
Boa sighed and leaned back on her seat, hand resting on top of her stomach.
"They're going to contact you for a job soon," she said, eyes closed. "Like, the next three days, soon. I thought I'd give you a head's up."
Boa peeked open her eyes and studied him.
"Why do you do this, Hiroshi?"
Boa smiled a little sadly.
Jaejoong glanced away from her.
"You know this story already," he said.
"You're too good for this," she murmured. "Too damn good to be doing this."
Jaejoong laughed a little.
"I say this over and over but you never believe me. I'm not good at all."
Boa shook her head.
"I was made to do this, you know. It doesn't bother me, what they tell me to do. I know that it should, but somehow..." Jaejoong paused, thinking. "It's like my mind's never calmer, never as focused as it is when I'm doing it."
"I can't believe that," said Boa softly, and Jaejoong was reminding of Jung's words, the firm, I can't accept that.
Jaejoong looked at Boa, at the beautiful face that he had known ever since he was eighteen years old.
"I should be asking you why you're still around," he said instead.
"I was the one born into this, Hiroshi," she replied. "My father was the boss's right hand man. I was trained as the princess of the Tiger Dragons since I was three. This is my life."
And perhaps it was, thought Jaejoong, remembering how each and every one of the members of the gang had unwavering loyalty to their ojou-sama.
But he still had to say, "It doesn't have to be."
"No, it does." She shook her head. "It's what my father would have wanted."
No he wouldn't, thought Jaejoong, but couldn't say out loud.
Especially not when Boa took his hand and said, "I want you to have a normal life, Hiroshi, because you're different than me, than the rest of us."
"I'm not," he responded quietly.
"You are," said Boa with such firm conviction that Jaejoong's eyes automatically traveled up to meet hers. "You came into my life when my father was killed, you were there for me as a kind friend and you looked out for me, took care of all those people who wanted to hurt me because by father's protection was gone. To this day I know that you'll be there for me for anything, from my puppy dying to a full out territory war."
With each of Boa's words, Jaejoong heart got heavier and his throat, drier.
Whose fault do you think it is that your father's dead? he wanted to scream, but couldn't bear to. Who do you think pulled the trigger?
But Boa had stood up to go, signalling her suit clad bodyguards, who were sitting at the corner of the restaurant, towards the door.
Jaejoong reflexively stood up as well, though his mind was in another world entirely.
"Take care," she said, pulling Jaejoong into a hug. Jaejoong's arms automatically hugged her back, though his movements were stiff.
Boa smiled as she left and Jaejoong managed to nod back.
I'm sorry, he thought, staring at the spot she had been standing at. I'm sorry that every good thing you think about me was something I did to try and atone for my guilt.
Because she was his best friend and he loved her, but sometimes Jaejoong wondered how he managed to look at her without having shame and remorse eat him up alive.
Sunday from CSJH (along with Lina, Dana, and Stephanie), one of my great loves. Also TOP, aka Choi Seunghyun (guys, he has a DRAMA COMING OUT, it's called IRIS <-- subbed trailer for the drama and it's EPIC ♥). Also, Boa, just because she's gorgeous. Are you guys noticing that most of the people I'm introducing in Tokyo have some kind of established fame in Japan irl? Lol, like SS501 (well, only Hyunjoong so far, but...), CSJH, Boa. So even though I like say, Super Junior and SNSD, they won't be coming in (unless they're randomly connected to Jaejoong or Yunho, like TOP =P).
Anyway, guys. WHAT A LONG CHAPTER. T___T I totally respect other authors who write such big chapters all the time. This totally killed me. And I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes etc. D= Next time I'll probably take a day longer so I have more time to check it over properly.
And though there was no Yunho POV, at least he was here. =D And so much stuff was revealed here. =O
I hope you enjoyed reading Chapter 7! =D
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