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One Night in Busan [7c]
Title: One Night in Busan
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: Within 10 chapters
Genre: AU, Fluff, Romance
Important: This is AU but HoMin are TVXQ and JYJ never existed. Basically the only non-AU thing about it. EVERYTHING about this fic is super freaking AU… I just can’t get BLOND BLOND BLOND out of my fucking head. Also, characters may be a little OOC but it’s fiction and AU and just roll with it, ok?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story. Please don't kill me.

Summary: It was meant to be a one time thing, and it takes Yunho a while to realize that a one time thing for him means exactly that.

AN: 19k words of madness that is ch7…


“Did I pass?” Yunho asks his partner sitting quietly next to him. They are alone in their van, heading back towards his residence, and he finally notices the glances the managers throw their way when Yunho says no to a meeting at his home, yet Changmin is coming with him. How he’s missed it all this time he has no idea at all.

Curious looks.

Knowing looks.

And the worst of all, unsurprised looks.

One of them even calls out a reminder about Victoria, and when Changmin brushes it off, the man’s expression had turned knowing.

What the hell?

“You still need to do better.”

“I didn’t make any mistakes.”

“But you did this morning.”

Yunho grumbles as he nudges Changmin’s shoulder. The younger man is reading the script for his variety show and he ignores his huffing and puffing hyung.


“Seriously.” Changmin echoes.

“Fine.” Yunho crosses his arms and pouts, staring at the screen playing some gossip program.

Changmin’s mouth tugs into a ghost of a smile, eyes continuing to read though his mind really isn’t on it. Yunho has definitely stepped up, and while he has a feeling it’s in part due to Jaejoong at lunch time, Yunho’s impeccable work ethic is back in the last three hours after their talk in the relaxation room. The man is demanding, exacting, and absolutely perfect. His suggestions are brilliant, his orders make sense, and his sense of timing is on the mark. None of the managers have anything to complain about, all of them commending both of them on their progress, saying the anniversary concert will be a hit.

As if there was ever any doubt.

The younger half of TVXQ has no complaints for the way his leader has been in the last three hours, because it is as if he never lost him. Yunho promised him he wouldn’t, and he might believe the man.

“Do you like Jaejoong?”

Changmin wrinkles his nose, dropping his script to finally turn his attention to his leader. Yunho doesn’t look his way though, eyes resolutely on the mute screen.

“Does it matter?”

“Of course.”

“You looked at him the way i’ve never ever seen you look at anyone before. I thought it was lust, and figured what the hell, I’ll help you with it, but now I know it isn’t.”

“Not answering my question.”

Changmin lets out a chuckle. “I think he’s different.”



“That still doesn’t tell me whether you like him or not.”

“I like his cooking.”


The younger man grins. “Are you really asking your wife if he likes your husband?”

“Well, both my ex-girlfriends seem to like him.”

“BoA and hyung?” Changmin starts laughing. “Well, then I must like him too.”

“You’re still my wife.”

Changmin shakes his head. “Why the hell are you suddenly fixated on this whole wife thing? You used to hate it.”

“Maybe I like it,” Yunho grumbles. “I just didn’t need the world knowing it.”

“It’s curious though.”


“I’m always referred to as the wife, but no one ever calls you my husband.”

Yunho wrinkles his nose, mouth pursed cutely, his voice conveying his dislike. “Can we not?”

Changmin’s laughter is genuine, the sound rolling around the interior of their plush van at his leader’s expense.


“Your husband is a little drunk.”

“I can see that. How much has he had to drink?” Yunho eyes the bleary-eyed blond staring owlishly at him.

“A lot…”

“Define a lot.”

“Five bottles of beer and three bottles of soju.”

Yunho’s eyes widen as he turns to look at his slim husband, gazing up at him with practically unseeing eyes. “What did you do, hyung?”

Heechul shrugs, refusing to be blamed for the lush. Jaejoong held his drink well enough till he hit the third bottle of soju and clearly, that was his limit. “We found some HoMin fan fiction.”

“You’re a very naughty wife,” Jaejoong wags a finger in Changmin’s face. “Naughty, naughty, naughty!”

Changmin merely quirks a brow, sending a glance over towards Heechul. “Do I even want to know what kind of fiction you two have been reading?”

Heechul smirks. “The rated kind.”

“Hyung,” Jaejoong breathes out, eyes wide and oh so innocent. “I didn’t know men can get pregnant!”

Changmin’s expression changes in an instant, as Yunho and Heechul burst out laughing.

“For fuck’s sake!” Changmin stalks through the apartment, heading straight for the fridge where he finds it thankfully stocked, pulling out a couple of bottles of beer.

“Did you ever read any of this fiction?” Jaejoong asks breathlessly, clinging to Yunho’s arm as the older man half drags him along to the kitchen.

Yunho shakes his head, amusement in his almond eyes as Heechul continues to cackle on his other side.

His girlfriend.

His husband.

His wife.

A man could get a complex.

“No, and you shouldn’t be either.” Changmin declares, taking a very very very long drink, leaving barely a third of the bottle left by the time he’s done.

“But why? You make such an adorable wife!” Jaejoong insists, hurrying to Changmin’s side to peer up at him as he hangs off his arm affectionately. “Well, a little cranky but then you’re pregnant so it’s understandable.” He reaches up and pats the man’s cheek.

“I am not fucking pregnant!”

“You are in this story! And you’re so cute and insecure and so happy when Yunho pats your little baby bump.” Jaejoong reaches out to pat Changmin’s flat belly, making Heechul howl and Yunho to bite his lip as he waits for the explosion.

Changmin doesn’t disappoint though he wishes to hell he did.

“Like you then? Cute and insecure? Only difference is you don’t have a baby bump.”

“Changmin!” Yunho’s voice is aghast, but he doesn’t move. He trusts Changmin with his life, and he’s going to have to learn to trust him with his wife—husband. Husband too.

Jaejoong straightens, blinking at the older man who is drinking the last of his beer, not looking at him at all.

Changmin shakes his head at Yunho, eyes apologetic, while he winces inwardly. He really hadn’t meant to say what he did, but the teenager is really aggravating him. While he doesn’t care much anymore about the fact that people place him as the wife, hearing it from Yunho’s husband and being teased about it is a little too much.

“I’m sorry,” Jaejoong finally whispers. “I’m supposed to get you on my side, not make you mad.”

Changmin turns to the gorgeous blond whose eyes are now shimmering. He feels worse than low now.

“What do you mean?”

Jaejoong leans in, whispering loud enough for the other two men in the room to hear. “If I want to be with Yunho forever and not be just a passing distraction, I’m supposed to get you to like me because you’re his wife.”

“Huh?” Changmin darts a quick glance up at Heechul who shrugs.

Jaejoong sways, leaning against the taller man who catches him before he topples over. His eyes close as he hugs the slim man. “He’s loved you for ten years. He’s only loved me for ten days. Teach me how to make him love me forever.”

“Hyung, what the hell have you been telling him?” Yunho hisses as he stares at Changmin holding onto the teenager.

The younger half of TVXQ drops his gaze, tilting the drunk teenager’s chin up, coaxing the boy to open his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” Jaejoong breathes out, hitting Changmin with seriously toxic fumes, but the man doesn’t flinch. “Why did he marry me when he has you?” The blond lets out a sad sniffle.

Changmin really wants to kill Heechul. Meddling asshole. What is he today? First Yunho goes all sappy with him and now his husband is practically weeping in his arms begging for him to like him.

What the actual fuck?

Changmin leans down, sweeping Jaejoong up into his arms bridal style.

The teenager makes a sound of protest, but wraps his arms around his neck instead, nuzzling sadly.

Yunho takes a step forward, but Changmin’s gaze stays him.

“You deal with hyung. I’ll put him to bed.”

“Well, excuse you.”

“Shut up, hyung. If I can’t fix this, I will fix you.” Changmin snaps at Heechul as he walks past both men and interestingly, up the stairs instead of towards the guest bedroom.

“You really know how to pick ‘em don’t you? Bossy as hell your other halves are. And so unbelievably rude.”

“What did you do, hyung?”

Heechul grabs the second bottle of beer that Changmin left behind, popping it open and taking a drink. “I told him not to play games.”

“What games?”

“All these stupid rules.”

Yunho grits his teeth. “Those rules are none of your business. This is my marriage, not yours. Respectfully hyung, I’m not liking you very much right now. I think you should leave.”

“I also told him he needs Changmin on his side if he wants a prayer of keeping you. Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?”

Yunho clenches his jaw, staring at the older man. Games? Heechul is really one to talk.

“It doesn’t fucking matter whether you’re right or wrong. It wasn’t your place to speak to him about it.”

Heechul’s eyes narrow. “I’m only trying to help. Believe it or not, I think he’s good for you. But you have another thing coming if you think you can hide him forever. He needs to know he has more than just you in his corner and I don’t really care if you like my methods or not. He knows I won’t mince words with him.”

“Pitting Changmin against him? Was that necessary?”

The older man takes a step forward, pushing his half drunk bottle of beer against Yunho’s chest. “Drink that and maybe you’ll see a little clearer. Changmin may say he’s happy for you, congratulate you on your marriage and all that jazz, but you made Changmin who he is. You made him practically in your image and both of you hate change. Twenty-four hours with Jaejoong and both of you have already been late for your schedules, and lying to the company. Tell me, how long will this sit right with either of you before one of you starts blaming the boy? I know it won’t be you because you’re fucking him. Or at least, trying to. No, it will be Changmin who speaks up and then there will be trouble. A fuck load of trouble. The trouble you really don’t fucking want so smile and be nice to me because I’m trying to fucking help you.”

Yunho takes that drink.

All the way to the end of the bottle.

Every last fucking drop.

“Jaejoong needs to have Changmin truly on his side. Changmin will always have your back, but when you become a hazard to yourself, that man will protect you and I won’t put it past him to protect you from your own spouse if he has to.”

“I really fucking hate you, hyung.”

Yunho turns to head to the fridge to grab another bottle.

He grabs two, tossing one to Heechul.

“Hate me all you want. I’m not going to be quiet just because you hate what I have to say.”

“I hate you because you’re right, not because of what you have to say. Practice was a disaster this morning, and Changmin wasn’t happy.”

“And he told you.”

“Yes,” Yunho hears Heechul’s words for what it is. A statement, not a question. “We had a long talk.”

“In your infamous relaxation room? You do know that everyone thinks you two are fucking in there.”

Yunho slams his drink down onto the counter, exasperation lacing the lines of his body, echoing very loudly in his voice. “Why the hell is all this only coming out today?”

“Because I never thought he was bent, so I knew it wasn’t true. Though when you put the double bed in there instead of two single beds, I did have a moment or two of doubt.”

“So why mention it now? Changmin told me today too. How did I miss all this?”

“Changmin is a very good shield.”

“Or I’m just blind.”

Heechul nods, taking a long sip of his beer. “You are blind when you’re working, but you underestimate how much bullshit Changmin takes for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a very good leader, Yunho. The entire industry practically worships at your feet. But behind a good leader is a strong man or woman, and Changmin is that. People may dismiss him as being the pretty face, looking all gorgeous and mildly feminine next to your intense masculinity. He talks so little sometimes that people forget he exists, but I’ve been here from the start. I see more than they do. He has a genius level IQ and he uses it.”

“Yeah, he’s very good at making me feel stupid.”

“IQ of 140 and he makes you feel stupid? Tells you something, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know hyung. You seem to have all the damn answers. Why don’t you tell me what that something is.”

Heechul clicks his tongue, choosing to drink his beer rather than answer Yunho.


“Well what?”

“You really can’t be this innocent.”

“Maybe I am,” Yunho grumbles, finishing his beer and contemplating on another. He can totally see why Jaejoong had downed five bottles of beer and three bottles of soju. Heechul would drive any sane person to drink.

“Changmin keeps the crap away from you. All the malicious gossip and stupid things jealous people say. He nips it in the bud. His tongue is sharper than mine, and that’s saying something, Yunho. You don’t see him use it often, but I have seen it in action. He is a damn good shield, and you have been protected for a damn long time. Can you see why Jaejoong needs him on his side? TVXQ cannot be divided in this. Changmin may do whatever you ask of him, but he is smarter than you are and he knows how this big bad world works, and he will protect you.”

“When the fuck did everything turn topsy turvy? Shouldn’t I be protecting him?”

Heechul smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It’s a weird dance to be sure. He protects you so you can be the man you are, and you made him the man he is that is capable of protecting you. It’s very complicated, but ultimately, you protect each other. It’s always been just the two of you and nothing has ever shaken that till Jaejoong came along.”

“Nothing has changed.” Even Yunho can hear the hollowness of his words. He gets up to get that drink.

Soju this time.

And he doesn’t bother with a shot glass either.

“If you keep lying to yourself, this will blow up so badly all three of you will not recover from it.”

“So what do you suggest?” Yunho asks, staring at his bottle of soju. He barely even tastes the stuff, that’s how jumbled his mind is.

“What I told the kid. He needs Changmin on his side, and he needs to convince him of it himself. You cannot interfere.”

“What? So you think if Changmin is on his side, this will magically work out?”

“In some cultures, the first wife helps to pick out the subsequent wives did you know?”

“My patience is wearing very thin hyung. You either get to the point, or get out because I am tired and starting to get crankier by the second.”

Heechul rolls his eyes. When Yunho starts to get rude is when he knows the man is at the end of his tether. He is actually quite impatient by nature, and the patience that he shows to the public is training. He can still remember how the very impatient seventeen year old Yunho had told an utterly bewildered fifteen year old Changmin off in the trainee rooms, telling the poor new recruit that he doesn’t have time for quitters and if he’s going to quit eventually, he should just leave now.

Changmin has never ever let him forget that story.

Naggy wife with the memory of an elephant.

Heechul shakes himself from the trip down memory lane, a little annoyed with himself, and his words are sharper than he intends.

“Our company is like a predator. They are always looking for a weakness and they will exploit it when they find it. Why do you think you two are untouchable? TVXQ is untouchable because you and Changmin made it that way. They cannot divide you no matter how hard they try. They succeeded with Super Junior and they even succeeded with SHINee but not you two. They cannot pit you against each other because you two are solid. Your links are welded together. You are practically one person. But like it or not, Jaejoong has just become your weakest link. But TVXQ has more power than you think, even beyond the company because it is your hard work that has Japan eating out of your hands. Our company knows this, and if they realize TVXQ is united, there is nothing they can do to shake it. Absolutely nothing. Even I have faith in your relationship with Changmin. Now Jaejoong needs that. You need that. Changmin’s strength is not to be taken lightly for you made him who he is.”

Yunho takes a swig of his drink, finally tasting the strong alcohol sliding down his throat as Heechul’s words slowly sort out the jumble in his mind. The soju is so strong though, when it finally registers, that he looks at the label in surprise.



“That soju is BoA’s fault. She made him buy two of everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jaejoong only wanted to buy cheap stuff because he told us he only knows what that tastes like.”

Yunho’s belly clenches at Heechul’s words, but the diva continues on, not acknowledging the man’s change in expression that accompanies the belly clenching.

“She told him to buy two of everything. You’re drinking the 35% proof expensive soju that he chose. He’s got very good taste in alcohol though I have to say.”

“And he drank three bottles of this?”

Heechul shrugs. “We’ve all drunk worse.”

“Have you seen the size of him?!” Yunho shakes his head, pushing away from the counter. “I’m going to check on him. Thank you for counsel. Good night, hyung.”

Heechul smile is like a snake.

“You do realize your wife hasn’t come back down right?”

Changmin has no idea how the hell he gets into these things. This is Yunho’s husband not his so why the hell is he the one comforting the sniffling blond? Admittedly, the crying is tugging at his heart, and he cannot help holding the slim boy closer as he ascends the stairs. Jaejoong smells like alcohol.

Lots and lots of alcohol.

What the hell did Heechul do?

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to bed.”

Jaejoong rears back instantly, eyes widening as he shakes his head. “No…No, I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

The blond starts crying then, eyes watering as he takes heaving gulps of air. “Heechullie hyung said I have to make you like me but he didn’t say I had to sleep with you!”

Oh dear god what in the blazing fuck?

“Jaejoong, calm down! I don’t want to sleep with you!”

The blond continues to cry, starting to struggle even, his words coming out in hitching gasps. “No, no, no, no. Is this what the kpop industry is like? Everyone sleeps with everyone? I’m not a plaything that Yunho can just pass around to his friends. You’re his wife! I can’t sleep with you! I won’t! No, no, no!”

Changmin is really fucking glad to have the blond in his arms because if this is the crap Heechul has been filling his head with, he is going to break the man’s face.


Starting with his stupid fucking nose that he cannot keep out of other people’s affairs.

“I’m not going to do anything but put you into bed, Jaejoong.”

The blond’s struggles slow but he doesn’t stop crying.

Having no idea what to do, he starts to sing softly as he keeps walking, hoping to distract and calm the boy down.

”Bogo sipda, nae sarang…nae nunmul gateun saram…”

Jaejoong hears, stifling his sobs, he listens.

”Haneobsi heullyeodo, niga dasi bogo sipda…”

“You have a nice voice.”

Changmin finds his first smile since entering the apartment. “Thank you.”

He enters Yunho’s bedroom, unable to stop the eye roll at the messy bed. He goes over to his side of the bed quickly, knowing that’s probably where Jaejoong sleeps.

He’d lose that bet had he made a wager. The second he lowers the blond gently to the bed, the boy clambers over to Yunho’s side, burying his nose in the pillow and sighing loudly.

Changmin sits gingerly on the bed, eyeing the sheets suspiciously.

After a few careful looks, he decides it’s relatively safe and so he stretches out, stacking his hands behind his head again as he stares at the ceiling. Why he doesn’t just leave the blond is something to wonder about. Call it instinct.

He can hear Jaejoong inhaling deeply, and then exhaling shakily. The boy isn’t asleep, but he is most certainly still upset.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know…”

Silence in the room, but Changmin can feel Jaejoong wiggling next to him, burrowing his face deeper into Yunho’s pillow. He might as well just cut to the chase.

“Tell me why I should like you?”

Jaejoong stops mid-inhale, choking on his own breath, he turns to find Changmin lying next to him, looking supremely disinterested in having anything to do with him. The ceiling seems to be more interesting than he is. He rubs his nose mournfully against Yunho’s pillow, feeling horribly lightheaded and a little confused. He’s not used to soju that strong and he probably should have stopped at one bottle.

“Because Yunho likes me?”

“Not good enough.”

Jaejoong huffs, rolling onto his back, wincing and letting a pained sound escape him as the room decides to move when he does.

“If you throw up on me, Jung Jaejoong, nothing on this earth is going to make me like you. Not even your heavenly cooking.”

Jaejoong lets out a giggle.

The sound is a little hysterical, and keeps getting worse as he lets more out, unable to keep it in.

Changmin shakes his head, closing his eyes though his mouth quirks at the weird sound.

“Yunho says when he thinks of you, all he sees is blond hair and all he hears is your laughter. It must be love, because I think you’re going to give me nightmares.”

Jaejoong’s laughter intensifies, and he struggles to muffled it with Yunho’s pillow.

Laughter soon turns to tears though, as they are wont to do sometimes when you’re that drunk.

Changmin sighs, turning on his side, he pries the pillow from the cool blond’s fingers.

Gone is the haughty blond he’d contemplated batting for the other team for.

In his place is a heartbroken teenager, looking every single inch his age.

Perhaps even younger.

“Do you love him?”

Jaejoong turns towards him, lying on his side too. The tears clinging to his eyelashes make him look so woebegone.

“I don’t know.”

Changmin’s jaw clenches. “Then tell me why I should like you.”

Jaejoong shakes his head, “I can’t. I can’t even hold a single proper thought in my head, but the one thing I can see in my mind is Yunho. He’s always there no matter how much I want to get rid of him. When I was in Busan, I vowed to forget him, but every single night I cried myself to sleep because of him.”

The teenager sighs, wriggling closer towards the stone-faced idol. He keeps Yunho’s pillow between their bodies, but he gets as close as possible.

“I got a job as an usher for your fan meet did you know? That’s how I found out who Yunho was.”

“You didn’t know?”

Jaejoong shakes his head. “Not in the slightest. I just thought he was some hot young executive in Busan for a business meeting or something. A better man than I ever will be anyway. Even then I thought he was crazy to want to marry me.”

“Why did you agree?”

“When a man looks at you the way he looks at me, you’d be crazy to say no.”

“How does he look at you?”

“He looks at me with wonder…like he’s surprised I’m even here. He looks at me as if nothing else matters but me…like he wants to give me the world.”

Changmin suppresses the pang he feels at the teenager’s words. The question spills out before he can stop it.

“And how does he look at me?”

Jaejoong sighs, reaching out a finger to follow the pattern on Changmin’s shirt. “He looks at you like he owes you the world.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want him to look at me the way he looks at you.”

“Explain, Jaejoong,” Changmin demands, his voice a little curt but the teenager doesn’t notice.

“He looks at you, and he knows you’re not going anywhere. He is thankful for your presence, and he trusts you beyond anything I can understand. You two share looks that don’t need explanation. You talk with your eyes. How does anyone even do that? I figured I should be jealous, but I’m not. I’m happy he has someone like you that won’t ever fail him.”

Jaejoong’s eyes flutter shut. “I don’t know if I can be like that for him. I think he’s afraid to let me out of his sight, and I don’t think it’s because he just wants to look at me.”

“You think you’re going to fail him?”

“I’m afraid I might, and I don’t want to…but I’m just me. I’m nobody.”

“Hardly nobody, Jung Jaejoong. You’re U-Know Yunho’s beloved husband.” Changmin teases quietly as he watches the drowsing teenager. “Don’t ever forget that no matter what stupid meddling people like Heechul hyung say. I know Yunho and he wouldn’t marry you without a very good reason.”

“And you’re his beloved wife.” Jaejoong whispers, inching closer still to Changmin. “That good reason is my face. I can’t compete with ten years, hyung. I know he loves you. Everyone tells me enough. Heechul hyung told me not to make him choose but if he has to choose, I hope he chooses you.”

Changmin’s eyes fill, against his will, at the boy’s quiet words.

“He won’t choose me, Jae.”

Jaejoong’s eyes crack open, seeing the gorgeous man, and he snuggles even closer, daring to slip an arm around the contemplative older man.

“That’s what you think, hyung. He owes you the world, remember? He’s not a man who will forget what he owes.”

Changmin slips an arm around the teenager too, pulling him closer.

“That’s what I know, Jae. I know him very well, probably better than he knows himself. I know what he will choose if it comes down to it. And if he’s still stubborn as fuck, I’ll make him choose the right way.”

“The right way is you.”

“The right way is you.” Changmin echoes, smiling slightly as Jaejoong grumbles nonsensical words to himself as he tries to cuddle closer.

“He loves you.”

“And he loves you too.”

“He’s a lucky bastard,” Jaejoong slurs, liking the warmth from Changmin as he snuggles closer still till his nose is pressed against the man’s chest.


“How many men have a husband and a wife who love them?”

Yunho shakes his head at the sight.

Heechul chuckles at the sleeping duo on the bed. Their breaths are even, arms around each other, sound asleep. He knows Changmin can sleep anywhere, but this really takes the cake.

“You’re in so much shit.”

“You’re the one who wanted them to get along.”

“That I did,” Heechul nods, noting the protective way Changmin is holding the teenager. The boy has his head tucked under the chin of the older man whose arm is around him. There is a pillow separating their lower bodies, but it doesn’t really matter since Changmin has thrown a leg over the pillow and the teenager.

Long limbs do come in handy occasionally.

“I think it’s time for you to go, hyung.” Yunho whispers, staring at his bed. He knows something Heechul doesn’t.

“Have fun with your crazy marriage of three. You’re so dead, Jung Yunho. Changmin was hard enough but with that blond bombshell? You are so fucking dead. He’s going to lead you by your nose, and Changmin is going to help him pull the rope. It’s going to be hilarious.”

Yunho doesn’t answer, waiting till the door shuts before he moves to lock it quickly, before heading back towards the bed.

He stretches out behind Jaejoong, his head level with Changmin as he stares at the man’s peaceful face. He knows Changmin is handsome, but the man truly is breathtaking. His face is so symmetrical, and skin so smooth, and since he is sans makeup, it really is just Changmin.

“What happened, Changdol-ah?”

Changmin cracks open an eye.

Then two.

“Nothing happened. I’m trying to sleep. Go away, hyung.”

“This is my bed.”

“Since I picked it out, I think technically it should be my bed.”

“I paid for it. Get your hands off my husband.”

“Tell that to your husband. Watch.”

Changmin lifts his arm and leg out, leaning back away from Jaejoong who makes a distressed sound instantly, moving closer towards Changmin. The sounds cease when Changmin drops his arm and leg back around the blond teenager.

“Is he asleep?”

“Out cold. But he is also stone cold drunk.”

“So you’re staying the night?”

“Looks like it. Problem?”

Yunho shrugs. “It’s not like you haven’t slept over before.”

“He’s a little clingy.”

“Only when drunk apparently.”

“He’s not normally like this?”

“A little, but not that much.”

Changmin lifts up a hand to push away at a blond lock. “Despite his bravado, he really is just a kid. What the fuck have you done, hyung?”

“If I could undo it, I wouldn’t do it for the world.”

“Would you do it for me?”

“You’d never ask me to do that.”

“I know…”

The silence stretches between them. Changmin continuing to stroke at the sleeping blond’s hair as Yunho watches him.

After awhile, Changmin finally speaks.

“He loves you.”

Yunho’s gaze which had been drifting down Jaejoong’s inked back, flies up to Changmin’s face.


“He’s even sappier than you are. How is that even possible?”


“You’re not deaf, hyung.”

“I know, but…why did he tell you and not me?”

Changmin shrugs. “It’s easier to tell someone else how you feel than the person in particular. Rather like how you still haven’t told him the real reason you married him.”

“It’s too crazy.”

“Is it? And this whole situation isn’t crazy?”

Yunho stares at the back of Jaejoong’s head. “What does this mean?”

“It means you have a husband and a wife who love you. God knows why because I question it daily, but you’ve got it.”

“Does that mean you like him?”

“More than I like you at this moment.”

“I’m screwed aren’t I?”

Changmin smirks over the teenager’s blond head at the rueful leader of TVXQ.

“Borrowing Heechul hyung’s words, so fucking dead.”

“You’re cruel.”

“The word you’re looking for is evil.”

“Is this how you show your love?”

“Be happy I even care this much,” comes the snippy answer.

Yunho smiles. “He got to you didn’t he?”

“You try and say no to a crying teenager in your arms.”

“I’ve seen you do it many times before.”

Changmin grunts in irritation, something he’s done a lot that day.

“And you don’t marry a random teenager out of hand. Leave it alone.”

Yunho finally moves closer, curling around Jaejoong’s back as his eyes drift close.

“There’s food downstairs.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Yunho’s eyes pop open in surprise, looking at the sheepish Changmin. “What?”

“I’ll eat later. I just want to sleep.”

Yunho smiles again, as he reaches around the teenager, slipping a hand between his and Changmin’s warm body and splaying against his belly.

Silence for a few minutes.

“This doesn’t seem fair somehow,” Yunho finally breaks the silence.

Changmin growls low in the back of his throat, eyes remaining resolutely shut. “I was almost asleep you ass. Just stop talking.”

“Don’t you want to know what isn’t fair?”

“Let me guess.” Changmin’s tone is utterly unamused, not even bothering to open his eyes as his voice conveys his annoyance and mild disgust. “You’re going to say that it’s you with the husband and the wife so why aren’t you in the middle instead of Jae. You’re fucking predictable.”

Yunho grins in the darkness. “Such a perfect wife.”

“Shut up, asshole.”

Yunho beams.

AN1: I honest to god have no idea what just happened… I’ve been training people for six hours, then went off to write this and I have no fucking idea what just happened… So much for having story notes. Changmin and Jaejoong have other ideas T________________T I can’t fucking believe this… I really have no idea what happened. Guys this ran away from me and I’m going to warn you now, I no longer have any idea what’s going to happen and even I am a little leery because…well.. I’m going to keep writing but I can understand if you stop reading ._________.

AN2: My 3G fucked up so I couldn’t post this till now… this was all written yesterday ;;

I would never stop reading. I absolutely love this! The relationships and love are so deep! Ah, I could read chapter after chapter of people misunderstanding HoMin and the wife and the husband getting along.

i have read everything you've written about 5 times now, because its SO good you can reread it.

I am finally commenting because I wanted to tell you that this is SO good.

Your instincts have a mind of their own and its a glorious mind!

I love this! Its amazing how its running away from you.

The way you write is just so awesome. I mean I can picture all this in my head.
You poor dear. Not only do you have to deal with Jae's randomness, now you have Changmin as well. Well, looks like they will not only lead Yunho by his nose, but you as well. Try and stay a little sane. This chapter was really awesome!!

**sorry I mostly read and comment on my phone and it doesn't automatically auto correct so that's why there are misspelled words sometimes.

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I love this chapter! Its cute to see how changmin and jae finay getting along.
Dont worry just let your crazy ideas run, I will always continhe to read :)

jaemin bonding time..hehe..
feels like hugging jaejoong when he is insecure like that..
so excited to see how things develop next~~

This is wonderful as always. The love they share too deep .
Somehow I feel this turn out to be HoMin instead of YunJae.
But still, you know I love you and your writing so I'll keep reading.

This came out before I could comment on 7b.

My tummy n lower is doing all sorts of little flips and clenches.

Darling adorable Jae. He makes me want to cuddle the sad out of him.

wow... you made me cry...the conversation between CM and JJ is so heartwarming and at the same time heartbreaking...i have so many emotions right now. Now i want to know what really happens in their real life. you make me forget what's real and what's fiction... you're such an amazing writer...BRAVO!!!

My instinct says that if Yunho had to choose, he would have chosen Jaejoong.

No matter what Heechul and Yunho thinks, I believe that Changmin who knows Yunho better would have predicted that Yunho would picked Jaejoong over him.

I guess that is why Changmin said even if Yunho made that wrong decision, he would make sure Yunho makes the right one.

Yunho seriously is so lucky to be love by both Changmin and Jaejoong.

For 10 years with steadfast loyalty, love, patience and understanding Changmin has stayed by Yunho's side and protected him even from himself. It's so rare to have a person have those qualities and behave like Changmin does for Yunho. Changmin really is a perfect wife for Yunho.

The trios.. No js n yc at all? Love cm n hc in this chap..

Nuu don't stop writing ;-; the way minnie and jae gets along is sweet *coughtheHoMinandJaemingoodiearesweettoo*

“How many men have a husband and a wife who love them?”

Oh wow you got me there. Damn, good chapter it is.

Noone is like YunJaeMin they're just perfect for each other , my ot3
Thanks for updating ^o^

Why so sad? My poor jj!
My ego give me feels for jj to let go off yunho and go back to busan, but I know he can't ):
T__________T huhuhu I'm sorry but yunho is lucky bastards! Why he can have them both? Whyyyyyyy