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14 January 2013 @ 09:16 pm
Loving You, Chapter 8  
Loving You
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Title: Loving You
Author: missvue09
Length: 8 of ??
Pairings: Junchun (main), JunhoxYoochun (beginning), Yunaje
Genre: angst, drama, romance
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.  This story is the work of missvue09 (aka miss_yoosu on winglin). Any resemblance to another fanfic is absolutely coincidental.
Warning: cussing (not too bad though)
Summary: Junho chose Yoochun over his family when his father gave him an ultimatum. After two years of no contact with his family, he is finally returning home with his husband (Yoochun) to visit his mother in the hospital. Will they welcome Yoochun with open arms?

Character Profile Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Fictitious characters
Mr. Kim = Kim Sung Ho
Mrs. Kim = Kim Hee Jin
Dr. Jung = Jung Junjin

Note: Yunjae and the Kim twins are two years older than Yoochun in the fic.

Loving You

Chapter 8

Yoochun closed his eyes as he floated on his back in the pool.

He had been reading Dirty Secret, the sequel to Dirty Kiss, out on the deck earlier, but his mind kept wondering off elsewhere.  Tomorrow will be his first day as Junsu’s personal assistant.  Although Zhang Li Yin-sshi had trained him on all that he needed to know in order to meet Junsu’s high expectations, he couldn’t help but feel nervous a bit at the thought of working side by side with his brother-in-law, who still hasn’t fully accepted him yet.  Yoochun wondered what the older thought about all of this.
Unable to concentrate on reading, he finally decided to go for a brief swim in the pool to clear his mind.

So here he was now relaxing, his nervousness slowly disappearing.


The long-haired man stood upright in the middle of the pool, his entire body completely underwater except for his head, to see that it was his physician who had just walked in.

“Pardon my intrusion, but it’s time for your weekly check-up,” Yunho stated.

Yoochun nodded understandingly.  “I’ll be right out,” he said, then swam to the edge of the pool towards the young doctor.

Yunho came forward to lend a helping hand, but he lost his balance and fell into the pool.

“Help!” he yelled, arms flying up and down in an attempt to stay afloat.  “Help!” he coughed out some water that had entered his mouth.

Yoochun stood where he was, next to the panicking man, with a confused look on his face.

“Yunho-sshi, stand up!” he shouted over the splashes.

The young doctor stopped splashing and stood on his two feet like he was told.  He looked down only to find that the water came up to his waist.  Apparently, he had confused that end of the pool where he was standing to be the deep end when it was, in fact, the shallow end.  He stared dumbly at his patient, who was trying very hard to hold in his laughter.  After several failed attempts, Yoochun guffawed right in front of Yunho.  The young doctor couldn’t help but laugh at himself as well.


“This is the second time you’ve watched them silently from behind closed doors,” Mrs. Lee stated to her unsuspecting young master.

“With good reason, too,” Junsu simply uttered, unphased by the fact that he was caught.

“Would it be such a terrible thing if Yunho-sshi is interested in Young Master Yoochun?”

Junsu didn’t comment except entered the pool room.

“My, my, my.  Don't you two look comfortable,” Junsu said, causing the two to break their stare.

Yoochun looked up at him.  “Junsu-sshi…”

“Get out of the pool before you catch a cold,” he ordered Yoochun.  Junsu’s eyes remained on him while he ordered Mrs. Lee to find Yunho some clothes to change into.

“Yes, sir,” she replied with a slight bow.  “Right this way, Yunho-sshi,” she said when Yunho stepped out of the pool onto the tiled floor.  The man in his dripping wet suit followed the old woman out of the poolroom.

When Yoochun stepped out of the pool, he was face to face with his brother-in-law.

“Looks like the roles are reversed this time,” Junsu stated.  He walked away with a smug on his face when he saw Yoochun’s confused look.

Yoochun stood there trying to understand what Junsu meant by that.  It took him a while to process that Junsu had wrapped a towel around his shoulders before he left as well.  He grabbed hold of the towel so it wouldn’t slip off.  Then he turned sharply towards the double doors just as Junsu turned the corner.  He smiled to himself: Junsu remembered their embarrassing first meeting.


Yunho managed to set another dinner date with Yoochun.  Although Yoochun didn’t consider it a date, Yunho couldn’t help but grin widely on his way out the door to his car.  He didn’t get far when a voice stopped him in his tracks.

“What do you think you are doing with Yoochun?”

He turned to his left and saw Junsu leaning against one of the large white pillars of the mansion, his hands in his pant pockets.

The young doctor gave him a confused look.  “I’m his doctor, what do you think I am doing with him?” Yunho answered his question with a question.

Junsu took two steps toward the other.  “Exactly, Yunho-sshi.  You're his doctor.  Do you treat all of your patients this way?  Taking them out to lunch and dinner like this?”

Yunho bit the inside of his mouth as he thought about Junsu's words.  Ever since Yoochun became his patient, he had found that the fragile man invaded his thoughts daily.

“I would like to think that I could also be his friend.  He could use some right now, wouldn’t you agree?”

Junsu assessed Yunho’s words.  “As long as you know your boundaries, Doctor.”  He took a step back.  “Please tell your father that I said hello."  He turned to leave but pause to add, "Oh, and that he wasted money on those swim classes you took. Have a nice day.”

Yunho watched Junsu entered the mansion before he turned and walked to his silver Audi.


Junsu was still getting used to eating breakfast with Yoochun present.  Today, the younger wore a suit as it was his first day working at the Aria after two years.  Judging from the brand of the suit, he knew it was Jaejoong who had taken the liberty to take his brother-in-law shopping for a new wardrobe.

Junsu waited patiently for his mother at the bottom of the stairs after breakfast as usual.  After a few minutes, Yoochun showed up in her place instead.  He walked till he was a few inches away from his new boss.
Junsu waited for him to speak.

“Omonim says that since we’re going to be working alongside each other now, that I should do this for you every morning,” he spoke nervously, unsure of how the older would react to this change in Junsu’s routine.

Mrs. Kim appeared at the kitchen door just then to watch the scene.  Junsu glanced at her quickly before agreeing to the suggestion.

“Fine,” he answered shortly.

Yoochun took a step forward, his hands reaching up towards Junsu’s neck for the tie.  The hotelier watched on silently.  He almost expected Yoochun to ask why he doesn’t know how to knot his own tie.  However, he wasn’t too surprised when the question never came.  Yoochun seemed to only speak to him when he deemed it necessary, and Junsu did not mind that one bit.

The younger man’s hair was down this morning.  It looked so soft and silky that Junsu’s fingers itched to run themselves through those lovely tresses.  He fought the urge just in time when Yoochun carefully tightened the knot up to Junsu’s neck so not as to choke him.

Junsu thanked him afterward.  Yoochun looked up at him, a little surprised that it was almost sincere.  He replied in a soft tone, “You’re welcome.”

The hotelier cleared his throat and adjusted the tie just a bit to keep his hands busy.  He turned and walked towards the front door with Yoochun trailing behind.  As they neared his car, Yoochun froze in his spot.  Junsu turned around to face his brother-in-law, wondering why he looked uneasy to get in the car.

“Are you nervous about sitting next to me in the car or something?”

Yoochun shook his head.  “No.  It’s just…I haven’t ridden in the front of a car since the accident.”

It was true.  Ever since Yoochun came to live with the Kims, he had been chauffeured everywhere.  Junsu walked the remaining steps to his car and opened the door behind the driver’s seat.

“Get in,” he commanded in a patient tone.

Yoochun met his gaze with puzzlement.  “You want me to sit in the back?”  He felt hurt.  Was Junsu really that ashamed to be seen with him in the front of the car?

“You can ride in the back until you feel more comfortable sitting in the front again,” Junsu explained.

“Oh…” Yoochun looked down to bite back a smile.  He wanted to laugh at his own silliness for being quick to jump to conclusions.  He looked back up and sincerely thanked Junsu for understanding.  He stepped forward and sat in the car, behind the driver’s seat.  Junsu shut the door gently and got in the front.

As they drove off, Yoochun watched the passing scenery to pass the time.  No exchange of words took place.  Once in a while, Junsu would take a glance in the rearview mirror to see how Yoochun was doing.  At one point, the younger man had rolled down the window and had closed his eyes as the wind blew in his face and hair.  Junsu almost didn’t take his eyes away in time to stop at the intersection.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to have Yoochun sit right behind him.


Two men in their late twenties sat inside a café across from the hotel when Junsu and Yoochun pulled up to the Aria.  One of them leaned towards the window as he watched the duo step out of the car and the valet driving the car away.

“So Park Yoochun is working at the hotel with Kim Junsu now, is he?”  The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.  “This is going to be more fun than I thought,” he smirked.

The second man remained silent as he blew into his mug of hot cocoa.

The first man continued to watch his unsuspecting victim.  “I'll make sure he pays for what he did to my

The other stopped blowing to say, "Drink up before your coffee gets cold."

The other's attention finally left the hotelier and his assistant and back to his hot beverage.


Yoochun shivered, stopping in his tracks, a few inches in front of the elevator.

“What’s wrong?” Junsu asked from inside the golden mirror-like elevator, his hand pressing the ‘Open Door’ button to keep the elevator doors from closing on Yoochun.

The long-haired man furrowed his eyebrows.  “I don’t know.  I just got this sudden chill up my spine as if I’m being watched.”

“Well, it is your first day and you are my brother-in-law.  It’s only natural for the workers to be curious,” Junsu stated as a matter-of-factly.

“Maybe…” Yoochun said as he stepped inside the elevator next to Junsu, but he wasn’t completely convinced that that was the cause of his uneasiness.

He stood quietly beside his boss, who stood tall and confident, eyes forward.  The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, Yoochun thought, the two of them alone for not even a two minutes, yet it felt like forever.  It didn’t help that he could see Junsu’s reflection on the elevator doors.  At least in the car ride, there was a barrier—the driver’s seat—between them.

“Should the workers and I refer to you as Secretary Park?” Junsu’s voice broke his thoughts.

“Hm?” he turned to his right to face Junsu.  “Park is no longer my surname, Junsu-sshi.  I’ve changed it to Kim when I married Junho.” (A/N: I don’t know if spouses change surnames when they marry in Korea, but since they do this in America, I’m going to make them change it it in this fic as well. ^^)

Junsu didn’t know why this took him by surprise when it shouldn’t have.  He shouldn’t have assumed that since Yoochun is a widower now that he would return to using his initial surname Park.

“So ‘Secretary Kim’ it is then?”

“That’s fine, sir.”


A few hours later, Junsu heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Yoochun walked in.  “Junsu-sshi, I just wanted to inform you that it’s time for lunch.”

Junsu’s eyes returned to the document on his desk.  “Then you may go have your lunch.”

“Thank you, sir.”  He turned to exit the office but then faced the older again.  “You shouldn’t skip meals, Junsu-sshi.”

With that, he left to the staff lounge.

Yoochun sat alone at a table.  It was not long before someone set down a tray of food in front of him and sat down.  He looked up and was surprised to see an old co-worker from two years ago.

“Shindong!?” Yoochun exclaimed with a bright smile and round eyes.

“The one and only!” the heavy-set man replied just as full of enthusiasm.

“I didn’t know you still work here.  Well, I guess it hasn’t been that long.  Just two years.”  Yoochun was happy to see a familiar face.  “How have you been?”

“Not too bad,” he replied.  Then the atmosphere changed a little.  “I heard about Director Junho.  How are you holding up?”

“It’s hard, but I’m doing my best.  Thank you for asking.”

Junsu walked in a few minutes later and found the other smiling brightly at the employee by the nickname Shindong.  He let out a small sigh.  He had nothing to worry about after all, he thought.  Yoochun was a former employee; therefore, he would already be familiar with some of the employees here.  Satisfied with what he saw, he turned and left.


The phone rang at 5:30 later that evening.  Yoochun answered it, heard some distant breathing and then the caller hung up.  Yoochun looked at the receiver in his hand and frowned quizzically.  Fifteen minutes later, it happened again.  After the third time, he called the front desk in the lobby and asked about the phone calls forwarded to Director Kim.

“All three calls were made by a male, Secretary Kim.  Whether it was from the same man, we can’t say for certain,” informed the young woman working the front desk.

“Okay, thank you.”

Yoochun replaced the receiver and sat quietly in deep thought.  He was beginning to wonder if his uneasiness from earlier was something to take into serious consideration.  He didn’t know whether he should inform Junsu about the phone calls either.

The phone rang again, interrupting his thoughts.  Yoochun stared at it for several rings before he decided to finally pick it up.

“Is this how long you take to answer phones?” Junsu’s voice sounded on the other line.

Yoochun turned in his swivel chair towards the door of Junsu’s office.  His eyes widened when he saw the hotelier standing there with his cell phone to his ear.  Junsu removed his cell phone and ended the call with the press of a button, then walked towards the desk.

“I walk out of my office and find you sitting there with a frown.  If this job is too tedious for you, then don’t waste your time nor mine.”

The long-haired man stood.  “I can explain, sir.”

“I’m listening,” Junsu replied patiently.

Yoochun was about to explain the phone calls but decided against it at the last minute.  He was probably making it a bigger deal than he should.

“Actually I can’t, sir.  I’m sorry,” he bowed as he apologized.

“I need you to assure me that you can do this job.  If you can’t, then you better tell me now so I can find a replacement.”

“I can do this job, Junsu-sshi.”  He bowed once more.  “Please forgive me for that little mishap.  It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Fine.  I’ll let this go just this once.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Junsu looked him up and down.  “You ready to go home?”

Yoochun nodded.


A week and a half passed, yet the calls didn't stop coming. At the same times, too.  For the past four days, Yoochun was even receiving those calls on his cell phone.

When Junsu returned to his office after his meeting with the department heads, he could see Yoochun facing the other way, Yoochun’s back to him.  The hotelier cleared his throat as soon as he reached the desk.  Yoochun turned around to reveal black, framed glasses and the telephone attached to his left ear.  Junsu’s mind went completely blank at that point.

How could someone look a thousand times more attractive in glasses? Junsu pondered in awe.

Yoochun hurriedly jotted down the message from the caller before he stood up and bowed slightly.  A few hair strands got stuck inside his glasses and Yoochun brought a hand up to remove them.

“You wear glasses?” Junsu questioned.

Yoochun adjusted his glasses before he answered.  “Yes.  I didn’t have time to put on my contact lenses this morning.”  He hadn’t been able to sleep properly since he started getting those strange calls.  As a result, he almost overslept this morning.

The two of them stepped inside Junsu’s office.  The hotelier sat at his desk as Yoochun read his messages.  He avoided looking in Yoochun’s direction, who was still wearing his glasses, by pretending to be reading his email messages on the computer on his desk.


Near lunchtime, Yoochun heard the bell from the elevator dinged.  He stood up and bowed to the visitor.

“Hello, Jaejoong-sshi,” he greeted with a wide smile.

The beautiful man’s eyes widened.  “Omo!  Yoochunnie?!”  Jaejoong asked in a shocked voice.

“Yes?” the longhair man answered unsurely.

Jaejoong stepped forward and cupped Yoochun’s face with his hands.  “You wear glasses?!  You look so cute!” He moved Yoochun’s head from side to side with his palms.

“Unhand my assistant, Jaejoong,” Junsu’s voice interrupted his actions.  Junsu had heard the ruckus his best friend was causing and had decided to come out personally to put a stop to it.

“Junsu-yah, have you seen him?” Jaejoong made Yoochun face Junsu’s direction with his hands still on the assistant’s cheeks.  “He’s so cute!”

Junsu swallowed his saliva.  Yoochun does indeed look cute with glasses.


Jaejoong invited Yoochun to lunch with them.  He wanted to ask how his living with Junsu at the Kim Estate have been.  The younger man was silent for a while as he considered his response.

“That bad, huh,” Jaejoong remarked.  Junsu had gone to the restroom when they’ve arrived at the restaurant.

Yoochun quickly shook his head.  “No, it’s not that.  It’s just…hard to answer, because we barely see nor speak to each other.”

“Not even at breakfast or dinner?” Jaejoong inquired.

Yoochun shook his head again.  “We only talk at work about work related stuff.”

“Well, now’s your chance to talk about something besides work,” the older said as he eyed Junsu speaking to the hostess, several feet behind Yoochun.

Yoochun turned around and met Junsu’s gaze for a second before turning back to face Jaejoong.  The older walked over and took a seat between the two.  The atmosphere was a little awkward till Jaejoong’s cell phone rang.

“Sorry.  I have to get this,” he told them.  He stood up and walked away to answer the call.  Junsu and Yoochun sat quietly, eagerly awaiting the other to return.

“Sorry, guys,” they heard Jaejoong say.  “My father needs me to run an errand for him.  It's urgent, otherwise, I wouldn't be leaving like this."  He looked at Junsu, "Do you think you can call your driver to come pick the two of you up and take you back to the hotel?”

“Sure,” Junsu answered, taking his cell phone out to do just that.

Jaejoong looked over to Yoochun.  “I'm sorry about this.  We’ll have to hang out again another time, all right?”

Yoochun nodded.  “It's okay.  Till next time then,” he smiled.  “Good-bye, Jaejoong-sshi.”

The beautiful man walked away with a bounce in his walk.

“He couldn’t have been more obvious,” Junsu commented and Yoochun hummed in agreement.

The waiter walked over to their table and took their orders.  When he left, Yoochun’s cell phone started ringing immediately.  The younger man jumped a little in his chair, which did not go unnoticed by Junsu.  He glanced at the ringing cell phone then back up at his brother-in-law.

“Are you going to answer that?” he asked Yoochun, but the latter did not answer him.  He just kept staring at his phone like it was a bomb about to explode.

Running out of patience and annoyed with the ringing, Junsu decided to answer the phone for him.

“No, don’t!” Yoochun exclaimed but Junsu had already answered.


Yoochun watched nervously, his heart beating fast against his chest.  When Junsu heard nothing, he tried again, “Hello?”

He was about to end the call when he heard a low chortle on the other line.

“Is this Kim Junsu?”  The voice was distorted with the use of an electronic device.

“Who the hell is this?” the hotelier demanded to know.

"Enjoy your lunch.  I hear the Peking duck is to die for."

Junsu's eyes went wide.  How did the bastard know that Yoochun ordered Peking duck for lunch?  He turned in his seat to see if anyone suspicious talking on their cellphones were nearby.  He heard another laugh before the line went dead.

Junsu left a money bill on the table enough to pay for the food and the service.  He grabbed Yoochun's wrist and dragged him out of the restaurant.  He took his cell phone out and called Driver Cho to pick them up sooner than later.

Junsu didn't let go of Yoochun until they entered a cafe around the corner and went straight into the bathroom.  It was a little more private talking in there than anywhere at the moment.  He locked the door then turned to Yoochun for answers.

“How long has this been happening?” he asked.  When Yoochun didn’t answer, Junsu shouted his name, frightening the younger into confessing.

“Since the first day I became your assistant, but I’ve only started getting calls on my cell phone four days ago.”

“Only four days ago?"  He repeated then massaged his temple.  "Why didn’t you say anything to anyone?”

“I didn’t think it was going to be anything serious.  Each time I answer, there was always silence, so I just assumed the caller had a bad connection or something,” he rambled on and on with any excuse he had thought of during that week.

Junsu couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  “Who the hell--” he was too frustrated to finish his sentence.  He began pacing back and forth in the bathroom, thinking and planning.

"Umma and Aboji must not ever know about this.
We have to leave Seoul tonight.  You are going to return home, pack our bags and--"

"Or," Yoochun interrupted.  "Why don't I just leave Seoul tonight and never return?"

Junsu stopped and stared at him.  "Why would you even suggest such a thing?"

Tears threatened to escape Yoochun's eyes.  "Because...I've done nothing but caused trouble for you and your family ever since I've returned to Seoul.  I could never forgive myself if anything happens to you or your parents.  It'd best for everyone if I just leave." Leave the only family I've ever known, he thought sadly.

"Best for everyone?" Junsu repeated.  "Do you think that my mom can handle losing another family member?  Do you not know that you are the only reason why she is able to go on right now?" He shook his head, "No.  You and I are leaving together and that's final.  I have a friend who can help catch this son of a bitch.  He's a private investigator in Japan."

Yoochun looked into Junsu's eyes.  Why was Junsu trying to protect him?  Did he had finally accepted him as part of the family?

Just then Junsu received a call from Driver Cho.

"Our ride is here."  He stated after the call ended.  He grabbed onto Yoochun's wrist again as they left the bathroom.

"Who's this friend of yours?" Yoochun asked curiously when they were in the backseat of the car.

Junsu, meanwhile, was looking through his contacts to call said friend.  He showed a photo on his cell phone to Yoochun, who squinted to read the name below the picture.

Shim Changmin.

Chapter 9

A/N: Dirty Kiss and Dirty Secret are both written by wedspawn.  Changmin will finally have an appearance!  Hooray! And writing drama is much harder than I thought. You don't know how many times I just want to turn everything into fluff between Junchun. In fact, there's even a more fluff in this chapter than the previous ones. At least in my opinion.
Current Mood: blahblah
nuhcuy'snuhcuys on January 15th, 2013 03:21 am (UTC)
who is it?!!!! i cant recall anyone!!! noo
Mrs. Ichigotabetaimissyoosu on January 15th, 2013 04:32 am (UTC)
Maybe it's someone from Yoochun's past that we don't know about yet.
Thanks for reading and commenting. (^_^)