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I Stay In Love
Forever story
Prologue: http://masterjaeuknow.livejournal.com/18
Chapter 1:
“Listen Yunho, this was never because of who deserves what.” Siwon says to his best friend. “It’s not what you want. It’s what you need. People don’t realize what they need over what they want.”
“All I’ll ever need is her.” Yunho confirmed. “Trust me Siwon. I know what I need.”
“No, no,” Siwon wiggles his pointer. “You want to be with her. You didn’t need to be with her. You didn’t want to marry Kim Jaejoong. But you need to marry Kim Jaejoong.”
“I do NOT need to marry that rich brat Siwon! Why’s that you and Kibum has to go against me?!” Yunho raised his voice. “Do you know how old he is?! He’s goddamn 17! SEVENTEEN!”
“It’s alright; he’ll grow older in years.” Siwon comfort his best buddy. “You know that it’s really his choice. I’ll advice you something. If you fail in making him like you this date, you can convince him to end the marriage.”
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A little café down the main square, a young pulchritudinous man awaits for his date. In a fine suit and nicely polished leather lugs, he peers out the wide pane in front of him.
“Hello,” a younger boy walks up to him. “I’m Kim Jaejoong, nice to meet you.”
“Take a seat,” the older man spoke. His voice was low and husky. Jaejoong bowed before taking his seat across the man. Jaejoong gaze around the area, Jung Yunho knows how to choose fine environments. A little table just for two out in the opening of the big glass wall where one is able to see the beautiful scene of the shopping center.
“Did you wait long?” Jaejoong politely asked with a generous smile. That was the first time Jung Yunho looked at him, and he, was beautiful beyond words. Those round eyes had glitter. His raven tresses hang freely around his facial region and tracing his long neck down to his shoulders. His lips were like promiscuously hot red.
“You took your time,” Yunho replied plainly avoiding eye contacts. Strange enough, Yunho finds he should be a little more cautious. Jaejoong found this very odd how Yunho would indirectly insult him. But he pushed that aside, assuming Yunho probably didn’t mean harm.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong apologized. “Well, shall we order?” he opens the menu and fixes his eyes on menu. “It’s early, I’ll get a cappuccino. What would you like?”
“Coffee would be fine,” Yunho replied. Jaejoong find it rather interesting how Yunho is and to Yunho vice versa.
“One cappuccino and coffee please,” Jaejoong says as the waiter takes the order. “Thank you,” as he left, Jaejoong intend to ask more questions. He wants to know all about this man. “So, what do you think about this café?”
“Very formal,” Yunho answered.
“I think it’s very calm. It gives the feeling of relaxation, don’t you think?” Jaejoong chuckled. Yunho looked at him again. “It endures intelligence of the designer, very placating.”
“Intelligence is the knife to key dominant.” Jung Yunho says relaxing his back on the furniture. “It’s only standard to give special attention to customers.”
“You’re quite poetic, Mr. Jung.” Jaejoong smiled. “I can tell you love to read don’t you?”
“It becomes a hobby if you begin reading before grade school.”
“Ah,” Jaejoong smiled some more. “So have you heard of ‘Of Mice and Men’? It’s really worth reading. Really thin book, but that never lowers the quality.”
“John Steinbeck, his are quite interesting.”
A while the waiter arrives with their orders. Jaejoong never did stop talking. He’s a boy with words growing in his mouth by the matter of seconds. Blunt, some says.
“You can back out now,” Yunho said out of the blue when Jaejoong was drinking. Jaejoong looked up at him, surprised and confused. “You didn’t have to marry me,”
“I-I’m fine with it,” Jaejoong answered shyly. Yunho looked away from Jaejoong.
“How old are you?”
“S-seventeen,” Jaejoong hesitantly says. “I’ll be eighteen soon and graduating,”
“Do you know how old I am?” Yunho asked. He’s quite interested in why in the world is this boy; Kim Jaejoong is welling to marry some stranger his parents befriend with.
“T-twenty five, 8 years apart.” Jaejoong answered, afraid of what Yunho was going to ask next.
“Are you aware of anything around you? Or do you just always listen to orders? Don’t you ever think for yourself?”
“What do you mean?” Jaejoong was even more confused.
“Date marriages are common in
“I don’t have any problems with the date,” Jaejoong almost laugh. Silly him, he shouldn’t. Jung Yunho here in front of him is talking dead serious. “Is there a problem with this with you?”
“Have you ever fall in love. Kim Jaejoong?”
“Did I ever… fall in love?” Jaejoong repeated the question. Asking himself and answering Yunho at the same time. “Of course,”
“Then you should never let it go.”
And that may be the biggest mistake Jung Yunho had ever given in an advice to Kim Jaejoong that day. Because,
“I’ve fallen in love with you.”
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A month later, everything seemed unstoppable. Yunho’s love lost her job. A big threat from his father. To compromise with his father, Yunho agreed to marry Kim Jaejoong. To make it short, Yunho went through hell marrying a lad of an 8 years difference.
“You’re beautiful Jaejoong-ah,” his mother kissed his forehead. “It’s so soon, you grew up so fast. It seems like yesterday when you were still crawling.” Her tears gentle fall upon her cheeks.
“Mom, I’m still that child,” Jaejoong wiped his mother’s tears. “I’ll always be him,”
“Jaejoong-yah, they are waiting for you,”
“I’ll be right there,”
Standing on the podium, the priest witnesses the vows of the two men, making a commitment.
“Do you, Jung Yunho take this man, as your husband for millions years to come, lifetime to come?”
“I….do,”
“Do you, Kim Jaejoong take this man, as your husband for millions years to come, lifetime to come?”
“I do,”
And so the crowd cheers. Jung Yunho placed his lips lightly on top of Kim Jaejoong’s.
And on their first night,
“Want to watch some cool movies?” Jaejoong asked his husband. “We should stay all night doing something together.”
“I’m tire,” Yunho answered.
“Then we should go to sleep all night?” Jaejoong chuckled. Yunho only stare back at him. What is wrong with this boy?
“Suit yourself,” Yunho turned off his table lamp and grabbed a pillow and slept on the small couch in the room.
“Yah, you’ll be cramp tomorrow if you sleep there,” Jaejoong said with concern. “Please sleep on the bed.”
Yunho never answered. Jaejoong sighed and slept alone on the cold bed. It was even colder to think that it was their OWN apartment all by themselves.
The next morning, Yunho work up, Jaejoong was not in bed. He was up making breakfast. “Good morning Yunho,” Jaejoong turned around with a smile. Always warm and comforting. “I made breakfast,”
“I’m off to work,” Yunho said and the split second—he was gone like the wind. Jaejoong frowned and sat on the lonely table all alone.
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Yunho’s eyes didn’t peel off Jaejoong’s pink and red outfit. It was a long sweater with a wide shoulder cut that reveals all his pale shoulder blade. The color blood red drains down to pink at the bottom of the sweater. Jaejoong’s probably wearing a boxer under the long thin knitted appealing sweater.
“If you’re going to wear that, don’t sleep here.” Yunho said it as dreadful as he can. He cannot allow Jaejoong to wear that to bed. It’s for his own safety—and Jaejoong’s.
Jaejoong was shock at the hurtful words. But the box said it was from him and it has little instructions on them. Jaejoong opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed his mouth. He embarrassedly looked down on what he was wearing. He was sure it didn’t look too skimpy or so. He thought it looked good. Many people told him his blushing cheeks contrast well with red and pink.
“O-okay….” Jaejoong mumbled and grabbed his blanket to the other side of the bed. He fixed it on his place nicely before walking away feeling like an idiot. He then grabbed a different plain white shirt from the drawers. He headed for the bathroom to change.
“Don’t ever wear that again.” Yunho said before Jaejoong slowly shut the bathroom door. Jaejoong wore a little frown on his face. He looked in the mirror once more and frowned even more. Was he stupid or something? Trying to be cute when the person wouldn’t appreciate it. The gift was given from Yunho’s mother, said to be given from Yunho. How stupid can Jaejoong be to not know that Yunho will never give him anything?
Jaejoong was going to wear it because it said on the note to wear it to bed. And it said all those nice romantic words. Jaejoong’s hope rose a little, he’d admit. A little chill ran down Jaejoong’s body before he quickly changes into the white t-shirt. When Jaejoong walked out of the bathroom, he didn’t feel like sleeping so he walked to the living room and turned on the TV.
Many love shows were on that night. Jaejoong had to cry because he felt stupid. He was watching a sentimental show when his mind was running around some other place. He fell asleep on the couch. And it’s okay. This wasn’t the first time he has fallen asleep there. It happens almost always 5 times a week that he doesn’t sleep in the bedroom.
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Jaejoong took a look at the sweater. Then he frowned. He didn’t want to throw it away because it was from Yunho’s mom, the real giver. He’ll just hang it in the closet forever. Jaejoong put on a black t-shirt with fancy prints and black faded skinny jeans. He turned on the kitchen lights and begins thinking about what he’s going to cook for breakfast. Well, not like Yunho was going to eat but he still made it for two anyways.
There is a list of Yunho’s favorites on the fridge from his mother. No matter how many of those top 20 foods Yunho loves the most back then Jaejoong made, Yunho never taste them. Jaejoong frowned at the thought and then he decided about lunch for Yunho. This was the 20th bento Jaejoong bought for the month he swears. Yunho always lost them, which he wants to believe when he knew the truth was Yunho threw them away somewhere.
Jaejoong finished setting the table when Yunho came out from the bathroom. Yunho picked up the newspaper on the table and left the house. Jaejoong didn’t get any chance to say good morning to his spouse or even look at him with a smile in the spring morning. Jaejoong decided to call Yunho’s phone to say good morning and have a nice day like he usually does. But when he called, he heard a familiar ring tone beating on the coffee table in the living room.
Jaejoong frowned and bit his lips. He swears Yunho left his phone the 3 time this week and it’s just Wednesday, meaning he did everyday on this week. Jaejoong looked at the bento on the counter and had an idea came to his mind. He should take the phone and the bento to Yunho.
Jaejoong walked outside the chilly spring air and suck in the fresh air of spring. Jaejoong smiled at the sunshine and took his bike and starts pedaling.
“Hello Yunho,” the counter lady bowed.
“Good Morning Yunho.” The other followed and Yunho just smiled and nodded.
“Yunho, this is an abrupt meeting this afternoon,” Mr. Choi said handing Yunho a package. “It’s about the stocks.”
“Thank you.” Yunho took the package. “What’s this?”
“Love,” Mr. Choi joked. “No, it’s just the tape of the reconstructed palace in
“Hm,” Yunho smiled. “Why not a CD?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t tape it.”
“Haha, it’s okay.”
“How’s your spouse?”
“Don’t know.” Yunho replied before pressing the elevator button up.
After a few minutes Yunho got inside the elevator, Jaejoong arrived in the company.
“How can I help you?” the lady on the counter desk asked Jaejoong how is wondering around.
“Oh, I’d like to see your boss.” Jaejoong smiled.
“Sorry, do you have an appointment?”
“We need appointments?” Jaejoong said with a rose eyebrow. “I mean—no I didn’t know ma’m. But I need to give this to but I need to give this to Yunho.” Jaejoong smiled sweetly. “I’m his spouse. He forgot his phone and his lunch.”
The ladies squeal. Jaejoong was the cutest thing they ever seen that morning.
“Oh I didn’t know his spouse is this adorable.” The ladies murmur among each other.
“If you’re his spouse, then that should be fine.” The lady said and Jaejoong nodded.
“Oh wait, I forgot to lock my bike!” Jaejoong pout and put the lunch and phone on the counter. “I’ll be right back.”
Ding
The Elevator opened again and Yunho came back out. “I forgot to give you this.” Yunho hand to the lady in front. “It’s a list of calls that I need you to make for me that I didn’t list yesterday.”
“Okay,” she smiled. “Mr. Jung, your phone and lunch,” she said pointing to the counter top where Jaejoong left it. Yunho frowned and picked up his phone.
“Thank you,”
“It’s your spouse; he said he’ll be right back.” Yunho smiled and turned around. “Mr. Jung? Your lunch.” Yunho sighed and turned back around. He took the bento and walked to the front and tosses the bento away. He walked back to counter and ignore the lady and walked back to the elevator. The lady’s eyes were wide opened in shock.
Jaejoong was standing there by the rotating doors. He saw everything, when Yunho came back and when Yunho smiled. He thought that was a very beautiful smile. Then he saw Yunho hesitating to leave and picking up the bento and tossing it in the trash bin. Jaejoong made eye contact with the lady on the counter and she was about to say something but Jaejoong just smiled and turned back.
“Hi,” a man waved his hands in front of Jaejoong’s face. “My name’s Shim Changmin!”
“Hello,” Jaejoong smiled and shifting on the bench.
“I just saw you in there!” Changmin smiled brightly—“And did you know I go to the same college as you?!”
“Really?” Jaejoong smiled weakly.
“You said your spouse is in there?” Changmin smiled. “I mean—I didn’t mean to stalk but I was sitting there when you came in and I just thought I knew you. Um—my friend works in there! He’s Choi Siwon!”
“Okay,” Jaejoong chuckled. This guy is really funny, the way he expresses words. “It’s fine.”
“Why did he throw your lunch away?” Changmin asked. Jaejoong hesitated to answer and was feeling very uncomfortable. Changmin pursed his lips and think harder to clear up the stupid mess he came up with. “Well, I’d like his lunch if he doesn’t want it!”
“R-really?” Jaejoong’s face brightened up.
“Yeah,” Changmin smiled.
“Okay, you go to our school right?”
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“Yeah,”
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“I saw you threw that bento away.” Mr. Choi said to Yunho after the meeting. It was lunch time. “Someone took there time in the morning to do it. You know you come to work pretty darn early.”
“I didn’t like the food.” Yunho said. “I told the person I didn’t like them.”
“At least pretend to take it.”
“Hello Mr. Choi.” Ah Mee sat beside Yunho. Mr. Choi just nodded his head. “Yunho, I got you some kimbap.” She opened the little bento she made for Yunho. Yunho thanked her and smiled. She cutely moved closer. Mr. Choi was very annoyed and stood up.
“I have to go and have lunch with my wife.” Mr. Choi purposely indicates to make a point for Yunho and walked away. “I’m sure the other bento has hell of a lot of kimbap too.” Ah Mee looked at them both clueless.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“Yeah,”
And Mr. Choi was right. The bento does have them. It was something that they told Jaejoong that Yunho loves the most. Jaejoong took his time to cook it and it was now on the bottom of one of those silver metal trash can in the company.
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