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10 April 2016 @ 01:51 am
Title: Burner
Series: The Syndicate
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Jungkook/Taehyung
Summary: Jaejoong is the leader of the widespread syndicate that runs underground Asia, and Yunho is his top agent and right hand man whose skills and composure are terrifying. The Korean Syndicate is under heat from the American company's invasion, and Jaejoong has his hands full, with protecting his people, and trying to control Yunho, the man that cannot be controlled.

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31 March 2016 @ 03:03 pm
Title: Burner
Series: The Syndicate
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Jungkook/Taehyung
Summary: Jaejoong is the leader of the widespread syndicate that runs underground Asia, and Yunho is his top agent and right hand man whose skills and composure are terrifying. The Korean Syndicate is under heat from the American company's invasion, and Jaejoong has his hands full, with protecting his people, and trying to control Yunho, the man that cannot be controlled.

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29 March 2016 @ 04:49 am

When he was younger, he used to think life was both simple, and hard. It was a contradiction really, if he thinks on it now, how little he thought of life growing up. But the mind of a teenager isn’t fully developed enough to understand the intricacies of human nature and adulthood, and it’s only when he’s reached twenty and counting, that he understands.
He relapses sometimes, in his addictions. He’s gotten better, at coping. The darkness hits when he least expects it, the overwhelming fear, the gnawing anxiety ripping at that part deep inside of him, the parts that matter, until it stifles him up to his throat.
These days, the panic is less. Two months of normal meals, and better thoughts, better thoughts on life and his dreams and that his dreams aren’t impossible has him reaching for the stars, stars that he used to close his eyes and grasp at when he was sixteen and naive.
These days, the stars are back. They don’t seem as unfathomable, and life doesn’t seem as dark and narrowing as he admits he thinks it is, on those days.
He doesn’t need as many off days from life and school and work anymore, but today is one of those days, those rare days. It hits him hard a few days ago, that fear, the panic. Relapses are few but they are still there, and it reminds him that he’s human, that life knocks him down like it’s likely to.
But he’s better. At four in the morning, he could breathe. The laptop lights are the only thing in his room that reminds him of wakefulness, curtains drawn in against the darkness out, and stomach full with too much coffee to combat the night and gnawing.
The thought of stars up above him, so high that he can touch them if he stretches out his arm enough, makes him smile, eyes burning against the hours. One day it’s the stars that will fall to touch his finger tips. One day. And the dreams of impossibility wouldn’t be so much of an illusion that it is when he closes his eyes.
04 January 2016 @ 09:20 pm

Title: Burner
Series: The Syndicate
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Jungkook/Taehyung
Summary: Jaejoong is the leader of the widespread syndicate that runs underground Asia, and Yunho is his top agent and right hand man whose skills and composure are terrifying. The Korean Syndicate is under heat from the American company's invasion, and Jaejoong has his hands full, with protecting his people, and trying to control Yunho, the man that cannot be controlled.

Part Four - Forever and a DayCollapse )


[The public and the Korean police force is unaware of the name of the Syndicate's leader. Yunho however, is well known throughout the crime world and with the police. Kim Junsu is registered as a normal university student. There was no former connection between him and the Syndicate. All records connecting him as Kim Jaejoong's cousin have been erased. Park Yoochun's past is unknown, even to Kim Jaejoong. Junsu was unable to find records of his previous existence, where he went to school, who were his parents, where he lived. Jung Yunho's information was also cleared from record. Shim Changmin is an ordinary office worker, who is unsettled with his ordinary life. His father is a former pro-racer, and his best-friend, is a street-racer. Further information about him is unknown. Kim Taehyung had to beg to become a barista and manager at the coffee shop 'Low Hearts'. He was involved in the Cafe Incident. He has no previous ties to the crime world or the Syndicate. He was an unfortunate bystander.]

[Psychological analysis of the Syndicate members is still pending.]

Kim Jaejoong
Age: unknown
Status: Leader of the Syndicate
Likes: fries heavily salted with sea salt, black coffee with one sugar,
Dislikes: weak people, The American company.

Jung Yunho
Status: Second hand man and main fighter for the Syndicate
Age: unknown
Likes: breakfast and dessert, cigarettes, eating healthy
Dislikes: unknown

Park Yoochun
Status: “The Handyman”
Age: unknown
Likes: cigarettes and black coffee, anything he finds interesting
Dislikes: unknown

Shim Changmin
Status: An office worker unrelated to the Syndicate
Age: 26
Likes: Meat, jogging every morning
Dislikes: liars, unfair situations

Status: ‘The new kid’
Age: 19
Likes: currently unknown
Dislikes: being called ‘kid’

Kim Taehyung
Status: Runs the Syndicate's coffee shop, 'Low Hearts'
Age: 22
Likes: Coffee with too much whipped cream, salty foods
Dislikes: sweet foods
28 December 2015 @ 01:24 am
Title: Burner
Series: The Syndicate
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Jungkook/Taehyung
Summary: Jaejoong is the leader of the widespread syndicate that runs underground Asia, and Yunho is his top agent and right hand man whose skills and composure are terrifying. The Korean Syndicate is under heat from the American company's invasion, and Jaejoong has his hands full, with protecting his people, and trying to control Yunho, the man that cannot be controlled.

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25 December 2015 @ 11:31 am

Merrry Christmas Everyone~!!!!
I hope you guys enjoy your day and eat lots !!!

19 December 2015 @ 09:13 am
Title: Love In Between Words
Summary: Yunho has fallen for Kim Jaejoong, but the book store owner hates him. He promises to win the cold man's heart over by Christmas Eve.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Changmin, Junsu/Seohyun

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Saturday, December 10th
Cold nights are best for long walks and phone calls

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It was nine in the evening. The weather had become colder than it was in the morning, soft snow and below ten degrees, and Jaejoong was glad he had invested in heating for the store. Eleven was the latest he had ever closed. It was only during Christmas, that he did it, wanting the extra sales to buy presents, and to restock coffee beans and milk and takeaway cups. Novels usually went quickly during the season, and Jaejoong had to keep checking inventory every night for the best seller lists, and the young adult novels that had begun to sell out since late November.

A few customers were still trickling in for warmth and hot drinks. Seohyun took orders and he made the drinks. Every few minutes he would look over the counter to where the trio was – Changmin, Yoohwan and Hyunjoong – working, laptops open. Yoohwan didn’t know much about computers and engineering like Changmin and his younger brother, but he was helping to promote the conference and the ball, and using his overseas contacts to increase the guest list.

Seeing them was a reminder that Yunho hadn’t called in two days. He had become accustomed to seeing him with Changmin, with his loud mouth and crinkly eyed smile. He had teeth that needed fixing, but his teeth did not subtract from his handsomeness. Jaejoong would never tell Yunho that he was handsome, but he could think it.

It was because Yunho had made himself present. Jaejoong had no need to miss him, but he did. He had managed his way into his every day life like Changmin and Junsu and Seohyun, and it was a slow realization that he didn’t mind that.

“You feeling okay?”

Yoohwan was smiling at him, eyes worried.

Jaejoong nodded, and blinking away his sleep, handed the closed takeaway cup to the woman standing next to him.

“Do you want something?” Jaejoong asked him. Yoohwan grinned, and Jaejoong turned his head in embarrassment.

“No I don’t want something,” he laughed. “We’re going to go for a walk when you close up. Come with us.”

Jaejoong looked on at the couple that had now entered, and then at Seohyun, who was rubbing her eyes as she spoke.

“By ten,” he said to Yoohwan, “I’ll close by ten.”

Jaejoong locked the door to the coffee and book shop, fingers trembling from the cold. Hyunjoong was holding his drink for him, a vanilla latte sweetened with stevia and honey. He gave it to him when he pocketed the key, drinking from his own.

“Hyuna called,” said Hyunjoong, “Said that mum’s making dinner. And eggnog.”

“Eggnog? Since when do we make eggnog? And why isn’t mum resting?”

Changmin was grinning, and Hyunjoong continued, trying to draw as much warmth as he could from his cup. “Since Taeyon showed her a recipe from online. They were watching Christmas movies whole day. And mum’s feeling fine. She’s looking better. It’s like she hasn’t been sick for fucking ever.”


“Don’t tell me shit about my cursing. You cuss more than I do.”

Jaejoong glared at him over his cup and icy fingers. “I’m just worried that she might faint again. She’s been lying down in bed for nearly two years.”

“Exactly why she needs the exercise.” Hyunjoong walked closer to his brother. Yoohwan and Changmin were listening to them and grinning. “I have a theory,” he said softly, “About mum. I’ll tell you later, when we’re back home.”

“The lights are up.” Yoohwan pointed to the line of trees. He took out his smart phone to take pictures of the decorations and lights, running ahead of them.

“He really likes Christmas,” said Changmin, and Jaejoong nodded, because he knew, and he remembered. “He missed you, you know, during Christmas time. I know you forgive me but, I hated that it was because of me. I never thought it would be you.”

Jaejoong was still trying to rub warmth into his fingers. Hyunjoong flicked at cheek.


He held out a pair of gloves, shoving it in Jaejoong’s face. Jaejoong had to reach for it quick enough before it fell to the dirty pavement.

“Use it. I don’t need it.”

“Hyun, you should wear it.”

“I’m not the one that’s fucking chattering and rubbing their fingers together every minute. Use it. You’re annoying me.”

Changmin chuckled, and Jaejoong scowled while he put them on. He didn’t know how Hyunjoong had a personality so different from his sisters, from his mother. But he was unlike the women in his house too, and he and Hyunjoong clashed too many times, as they grew from teenagers to adults.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” He reached for Hyunjoong’s hands, and clasped them between his palms, before his brother could answer. Their breaths were little puffs of white, and he laughed a little at the redness of his brother’s cheeks and nose, brought about by the night air.

“I’m fine.”

Jaejoong let go when he was sure enough that Hyunjoong wasn’t shivering from the weather, and quickened his pace to match Changmin’s. He was watching Yoohwan as he snapped more pictures of the surrounds.

“Things were probably meant to work out that way,” said Jaejoong. “And I found out the truth now, didn’t I? Things are awkward between us, but it’s not that awkward. Me and Yoohwan…we were meant to meet again. And I can’t say that we’re as close as we were before, and we’re no longer the same persons we were when we met, but we can start over.”

Changmin was in a turtleneck, and it made him look even taller. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, gloved fingers that held on to the sides of his pants.

“I know. You’re starting to like Yunho. Or do you already like him?”

Changmin wasn’t looking at him, and he didn’t have to. It was a serious question, and it was just the two of them, with Hyunjoong walking slowly, phone out, but watching around instead of using it.

“I think I do. It’s not easy for me to like someone, Min. Not in the romantic sense.”

“I’m not saying this because he’s my cousin, but you should take a chance. I know that he came on strongly. He’s an idiot, but he’s a good man, and I’m saying that as his cousin. But, there’s nothing to lose by trusting and giving in to your feelings. If you’re not sure that you like him, or if you want to like him, give it a chance and see if you do. I did that, with Yoochun. He was the one that pursued me, and I ignored him for months until I started paying attention to him, accepting his offer to go out for lunch or coffee, or to stay back and help him code a program. That was a few years ago, when I was new to his company. I’ll never regret that.”

“Do you love him?”

“Most days. Except the ones where he makes me want to smash his face but most days.”

Jaejoong laughed, gloved fingers coming by his lips and frosty breath.

The girls were still up when they came home, bundled on the couch under a fleece blanket. There was a nopen pack of honey chips and an empty ramen container on the glass table, and Hyuna was holding a coke can as she leaned over the couch when she heard them by the door.

“You’re back! Hyunnie’s spending so much time with hyung these days.”

“I’m your hyung too,” said Hyunjoong, and Hyuna stuck her tongue out, sitting back down to stare at the television.

“What are you two watching?” asked Jaejoong. He hung up his coat, taking Hyunjoong’s and hushing him before he could fuss.

“Home alone!” Taeyon’s voice came from the couch, and her hand snagged the bag of chips.

“Where’s mother?”

“She’s asleep. She made dinner and this awesome eggnog Jae hyung. You guys need to taste it! She left the pot on the stove for you guys to heat it up.”

Hyunjoong went into the kitchen, and Jaejoong went over to the couch. He messed with his sisters’ hair, and glanced at the television, before going into the kitchen. His slippers made sharp noises on the tiles, and he pushed Hyunjoong’s bag further on the table from where it was, hanging off from the edge.

“Eggnog?” his brother asked. When Jaejoong nodded he started up the stove, peering in under the cover at the drink inside the pot.

“She probably put in alcohol, even though Hyuna and Taeyon are underage.” Hyunjoong got a bottle of green tea before joining him by the table.

“Not like they’ve never drunk alcohol before. I remember you quarreling with me for drinking at sixteen.”

“You were sixteen!”

“And I hated you acting like a father. You were my brother, my hyung.”

“You never address me properly.”

“Do you want me to call you ‘hyung’?” Hyunjoong’s eyes were narrowed, and Jaejoong looked away from his stare.

“I’m already accustomed to you never using it. Don’t bother.”

He saw Hyunjoong’s side ways grin.

“How’s the work coming along with Changmin?”

“Challenging,” he said, “But good. I like a challenge.”

“I know. That’s why I called you. Changmin’s insufferable sometimes, just like you.”

“You really like him,” Hyunjoong remarked, playing with the bottle wrapper.

“Jealous?” Jaejoong teased. Hyunjoong’s dyed hair was long, and it covered his flush.

“A little.”

Jaejoong checked on the pot, and lowered the heat to medium. The phone was ringing, and he was closer than Hyunjoong, walking across to answer. It was late. No one ever called the house phone at late hours, not even his sisters’ friends.

“Good evening?”

“Good evening Jaejoong.”

It was Yunho’s voice, and he recognized it as quickly as Yunho had recognized his own.

“I was thinking we could Skype instead of talking over the phone. If that’s okay with you.”

“I don’t have a Skype,” Jaejoong mumbled into the phone. Yunho laughed, and Hyunjoong was staring at him, intrigued.

“Who wants to skype you? I can set up one for you.”

“Can you make one?”

“Yeah, I can.”

Jaejoong wrote out Yunho’s Skype name, hanging up as he turned off the heat and shifted the pot.

“Who was that?” Hyunjoong asked him.

“Someone who wants to Skype me.”

“Really Jaejoong?”

“Hyung,” Jaejoong muttered. Hyunjoong had his arms folded, leaning back on the cupboards and counter. “Changmin’s cousin.”

“Changmin’s cousin? You’re friends with his cousin?”

“Sort of,” Jaejoong answered, hip hitting into Hyunjoong’s as he took down the larger Christmas mugs. They were red and green mugs, with an ornament like Santa handle.

Hyunjoong's face was close to his, and he trapped him before he could move. “You like him.”

Jaejoong hit away his hand, and went to pour eggnog into the Christmas mugs. “I’m thinking about liking him.”

“No, you like him. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be so reluctant to answer me. You never really care about the guys you fuck, so you don’t care about what you say about them.”

“Stop with your fucking genius shit,” Jaejoong told him, giving him the green mug.

“I want to see him,” said Hyunjoong.


“I’m setting up Skype for you. I want to see him.”

His bedroom lights were set to low, and the humidifier was on with the air conditioning. Hyunjoong had stubbornly stayed on his bed, pressed next to him while he set up a Skype account. His younger brother had ran him through the workings, even though Jaejoong knew how to. It wasn’t that he was technologically challenged. He never had a reason to use Skype, so he had never downloaded it.

“It’s calling,” said Hyunjoong, with the laptop still on his thighs. Jaejoong had tried running him, but his brother refused to move.

The screen was blank until the call went through. Yunho’s face came up, and it was sudden. His face was narrow, lips thick, hair messy, and Jaejoong’s legs curled together, because Yunho was shirtless, coming to his laptop with his low slung jeans and taking a seat.

“Hey,” he said, grinning. “Who’s that with you?”

“His brother,” replied Hyunjoong, pulling the laptop closer to stare at him. “At least he’s good looking.”


Yunho laughed, elbows propped on the table. “Thank you. Playing the over protective brother?”

“I just wanted to see what you looked like.” Hyunjoong shrugged, and handed over the laptop to Jaejoong. “Since Jaejoong likes you and all.”

Jaejoong closed his eyes, and resisted tossing a pillow after his brother. He fixed his legs and looked back at the screen, to Yunho’s amused smile and crinkly eyes.

“You like me huh.”

“Stop talking.”

Yunho grinned. “I called you to talk.” He leaned back on his chair and pulled the laptop closer to him. He must have put on a light, because suddenly the video was brighter, and Jaejoong could see his face better. “So how was your week?”

“Busy, more customers. People drink too much coffee and buy too many books which is good, for me.”

“Changmin’s been over?”

“And Yoohwan. Hyunjoong’s been helping them. Changmin’s barely sleeping with the work he’s been doing.”

“I know. I talked to him yesterday, when you guys came back from your walk. He was contemplating injecting caffeine.”

“I told him that wasn’t logical or possible.”

Yunho laughed, hand running through his hair. “I told him the same, but knowing Changmin, he’d probably find a way to do it without dying….I hope.”

Jaejoong took a minute to watch him. Yunho was staring right at him through the video, and he could see him and feel the way he was taking in his features.

“How’s America? Are you getting enough sleep?”

“I never get enough sleep. But it’s been good. Busy too. I’m shadowing this Korean-American lawyer. His Korean’s so damn good, but he’s so American that it’s fucking hilarious. He’s a great guy.”

Jaejoong nodded. He was feeling nervous, with a laptop on him, and staring at Yunho through a screen. It made it easier for him to stare, and it made it easier for Yunho to stare at him without being rude. The silence stretched on, and Yunho seemed content to watch him.

“Yunho…why are you shirtless?”

Yunho grinned. “Because I not too long showered. And it’s hot.”

“Put on the air-conditioning.”

“Naw, don’t feel like it.”

He propped his hand up, fingers by his chin and lips. “Is my state of undress making you uncomfortable? It’s just a chest.” He looked down. “And my poor excuse for abs.”

Jaejoong scowled, because Yunho did not have a poor excuse for abs, and it was more distracting than uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable because he couldn’t tear his eyes away from his screen.

“And you’ve seen it before anyway.”

Yunho’s gaze was so heavy. It must have been, for Jaejoong’s breath to catch, and feel the way Yunho’s eyes seemed to swallow him. That look made Jaejoong remember, the way Yunho looked up at him with his cock in his mouth, how his teeth had felt, gnawing marks of possession into the skin of his neck.

“Are you missing me?” Jaejoong’s voice came out soft. He hadn’t meant for it to drop, but the mood had changed, now that the silence stretched out, since Hyunjoong had left. He was too old to feel this shy, this nervous, but his cheeks felt so hot, and his chest was a fiery mess with intermittent coldness.

“Like crazy,” Yunho groaned. “My plans to woo you before Christmas, they’re going to happen. Have I wooed you yet? Your brother said you liked me didn’t he? So is it true?”

“Hyunjoong’s a piece of shit,” he said, sliding lower on the bed. His lips parted, and Yunho’s stare was relentless. “Don’t stare at me like that Yunho. Please.”

“Why not? I like staring at you. It isn’t like you’re not staring at me.”

Jaejoong closed his eyes, because it was the only way that he could escape Yunho’s gaze for a few seconds. This was insane. One man-child should not have him this way, years beyond his age, with a personality that kept switching too quickly for him to keep up with.


The way Yunho said his name broke the wall he kept up, chipping away the outer layer of coldness and security he had built since Yoohwan had left. It had him sucking in cold air, eyes lowered, and hating himself for feeling.

“I do like you,” he said, shuddering breath and fingers tracing the edge of his laptop. “And you’re going to shut up and let me end this call, because I’m done talking to you.”


Yeah so…Jaejoong’s a special one. And I like writing his personality in this. I don’t see him in this fic being the type of person to have sexy time on Skype, even if he’s bold when it comes to sex and his relationships with other men. But his feelings for Yunho is scaring him somewhat, and he’s coming to terms with that.

But he finally admitted to liking him, and it’s all thanks to Changminnie.

18 December 2015 @ 07:19 pm
Title: Love In Between Words
Summary: Yunho has fallen for Kim Jaejoong, but the book store owner hates him. He promises to win the cold man's heart over by Christmas Eve.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Changmin, Junsu/Seohyun

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Wednesday, December 7th
To new friends

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After hitting third year of his studies, Yunho was accustomed to the lack of sleep and the constant need for caffeine to function. But America, as he tried to use as much of his little time there, meant less hours of sleep and everything he could possibly need to keep standing, even if it meant downing espresso shots and cutting down his meals to keep going.

One of the young lawyers at a prestigious law firm had agreed to take him under their wing, and he was just as greedy as Yunho for knowledge. He carried around a book to pen his words, the laws of a country that was not his own, but necessary for him to understand the workings.

“So you’re interested in law?”

Yunho turned from the sights he’d been gawking at. It was lunch hour, and they were looking for a restaurant to eat at, and possibly, for Yunho to try not to fall asleep.

“Well…yes and no. I love politics. But I think it best to understand the laws that govern South Korea and America before I graduate.”

“You’re not here for very long, are you?” Namjoon asked, stopping. “Up for some pizza?” When Yunho nodded, he pushed open the door to the moderate sized restaurant, smelling of cheese and spices.

“For a few weeks. I want to get back home before Christmas.”

“Ah yes, family. I can barely remember my aunts and uncles back in Korea.”

“Were you born in Korea?” Yunho asked, as they sat. “Your Korean is well…very Korean.” Namjoon laughed and Yunho grinned back sheepishly.

“I came to America when I was about ten. But my parents are still strict on speaking Korean everyday.”

“I wish my English was good. I never really paid much attention to it in high school.”

“Are you taking a course for it?”

“Yeah,” Yunho answered, glancing through the laminated menu. “But I spend most of my time concentrating on passing my core courses so it usually gets pushed back for last. Which means I scrape a bare pass in all my English courses.”

They had both ordered small pizzas, Yunho selecting a chicken and feta with spinach. He had asked for more olives, ignoring the look of distaste that Namjoon was sending him.

“Nasty things man,” he said. He took a sip of his coke, and then grinned. “So, gotta girlfriend back home?”

“There’s this older guy I’m trying to pursue,” Yunho answered, and he stared right at Namjoon as he said it. Namjoon stared back.

“A guy…huh.”


Namjoon took a while before answering. “Not particularly. Homosexual relationships scare the hell out of my parents though.” He dragged his glass closer. “I try not to be biased with the clients I see everyday,” he explained.

“I see.”

Namjoon stopped drinking. “An older guy, you said? So you like them older…”

Friday, December 9th
Tis the season for brotherly love

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Seohyun’s exam had gone well, according to her bright face and rushed words of excitement. She hadn’t come in till early Friday morning, wrapped in a scarf and a leather jacket that was much unlike her every day style.

“It was worth the late night,” she told Jaejoong, lifting the new batch of best sellers onto the counter. She had the price tags out, ready to press them onto the back of the covers.

“Which late night?” Jaejoong called out from the kitchen. It was nearing seven, and he wanted to have the muffins done to open by half past, early enough to catch the business crowd for their morning cup.

“What do you mean which late night?”

Jaejoong could hear the apprehension and blush in her tone.

“You’re wearing a leather jacket. You don’t wear leather jackets Seohyun. Had a nice evening with Junsu?”

Jaejoong heard a book fall, and he came out from the kitchen with the bowl of buttercream frosting in his arms. It was a coffee cupcake morning. Fridays were usually the perfect day to start with coffee cupcakes and waffles. He had bought goat milk from the green market before coming in. He had had the idea to add it to the milk option menu, along with fresh coconut milk. His mother had more than one good day, and when she had heard his plans she had made him some, ignoring his pleas for her to stay off her feet and already taking out the blender and sieve.

“How did you know?” Seohyun wasn’t denying it, but her face had reddened to near match the colour of her scarf.

“I’m not blind. I know you like him. And he’s smitten with you. Head over heels stupidly in love sort of smitten.”

Seohyun muttered into her scarf, bending to pick up the hard cover novel that had fallen.

“You mean like Yunho is with you?”

Jaejoong heard her, and the glare he sent her made her flush drain away. She grinned back.

“You know it’s true.”

He went back into the kitchen, spoon whipping at the buttercream mixture. “How about you start telling me how your night went instead you being a little shit so early in the morning.”

“I’m not the one being a little shit!”

Hyunjoong came in around ten, finding the closest seat that was far enough from the crowd, and dropped his messenger bag. He was wearing Jaejoong’s old trench coat, brown suede and was one of the most expensive pieces of clothes Jaejoong had ever decided to buy.

Jaejoong made him a latte before going over, bringing with him a tiny cup of honey. Hyunjoong liked honey with everything, and Jaejoong spoiled him enough to cater to his preferences.

“Hyung.” Hyunjoong looked up from his laptop, that he’d settled onto the table after a few minutes of staring out at the snow.

“I heard you up late last night,” said Jaejoong, taking the opposite seat as he laid the two saucers on the table, away from the laptop.

“If you heard me up late then you were up that hour too.”

“I was going through the book store sales. And checking what I need to buy. Some of my stores are running out. I have to place the orders by lunch time.”

“The crowd’s not too bad. You have Tiffany and Seohyun here helping you. Finish it up now.”

Jaejoong smiled at Hyunjoong’s sternness. “Let me just get my records book. And my laptop.”

“You have the previous spread sheet?” asked Hyunjoong, when Jaejoong stood.


“Give it to me when you’re back. I’ll sort through the sales for you.”

“But you’re helping Min.”

“Helping you comes first, idiot.” Hyunjoong’s voice was always dull, but it dropped to something softer, and he had tried to pass off his offer with sarcasm. Jaejoong felt that cold warmth in his chest. He hated the Christmas season, just a small part inside of him. It always made him more emotional, sensitive to things like his little brother being kind, looking younger than he was.

Jaejoong was smiling too wide as he went to the back, ignoring Seohyun’s glance while she pressed coffee beans.

Saturday, December 10th
Memories old, memories new

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“Are you closing up shop tomorrow?”

Jaejoong looked up to see Junsu hovering by the counter, credit card between his fingers.

“Yes. But I’ll be closing later tonight, since it’s nearing Christmas. It’s good to see you. You haven’t been around much, these days.”

“I’ve been busy,” Junsu groaned. “I only get to see Seohyun on my free days.” He looked around, nose red from the cold out. “Where is she?”

“In the kitchen,” said Jaejoong, taking the credit card to charge him for his usual. Junsu drank nothing but Americano, and only on the days he asked, he drank Mochaccinos, heavy with sweetened whipped cream. “She’s decorating the Christmas cookies I was baking this morning.”

“Christmas cookies!” His shout startled Jaejoong as he swiping his card. “Sorry. But I like Christmas cookies. My dad always used to make them.”

“He doesn’t anymore?”

“My parents are divorced,” he told him, and then waved his hands before Jaejoong could apologize. “It’s alright. I’m on good terms with them both. It’s just that I miss making them with him. It sucked last year when I stopped over to pick them up by his apartment, after a press conference. I’m busy and they’re busy. Can’t help that.”

Jaejoong gave him back his credit card, and took down one of the large mugs from the stand. “Are you busy right now?”

“No. I have about an hour until I go in for the day.”

“Then go on.” Jaejoong shifted his head to look back at the kitchen. “Go help Seohyun decorate the cookies.”

Junsu stared at him. His credit card was wrapped in his fingers, and he made a small noise, nearly snapping it.


“Yes, really.”

Customers were watching their interaction, because Junsu was well known throughout Korea, and loved by too many older and younger fans. Jaejoong was pink when Junsu hugged him, nearly falling as the younger man scrambled behind the counter.

Junsu rubbed his cold nose against his neck.

“Thank you so much,” he whispered. “I’m definitely never going to forget this.”

“Just go,” Jaejoong muttered, nudging him for him to let go.

“Seohyun told me you were a big sap even with that face of yours. Can’t believe how right she was.” Junsu let go quick enough to run away from Jaejoong’s hard stare. Seohyun’s surprise was audible from the kitchen, hearing her shout of “Junsu!”.

Jaejoong pressed fingers to his temples, opening the jar of coffee beans.


Sorry I took so long with this. I wanted to finish my book before updating my fics. I hope some of you guys are still following this. The next part will definitely be longer.

How is everyone doing with exams and Christmas? I hope everyone is at least enjoying the season with much needed coffee.

14 December 2015 @ 03:43 am
I just can't believe it. I finished my book. It's been nearly ten minutes since I wrote the last paragraph and I just...I can't believe it. I finished it. It's been a struggle and it's been hell but I'm done. I wrote it.

I just, I'm going to cry. A lot.