Yunho was currently lying down on the bed, his back propped against the pillows. The soft mattress and the serene voice of Jaejoong as he hummed a song was lulling him to sleep. Jaejoong was by his side, directing him with that breathtaking smile again as he helped Yunho into a pair of more comfortable clothing for the night.

He would have wanted to tease Jaejoong about stripping him , wanting to see his beautiful face turn red as he blushed, but Yunho just felt too drained to do anything productive. Heechul was right, it wasn’t a good idea to do anything ual after having woken up after a coma. But whatever, it didn’t matter since he would never regret doing the things he did with Jaejoong at the hospital bed.

“There, you're all set.” Jaejoong softly said as he finished the last button on the pajama top that he made Yunho wear, vaguely reminding Yunho of a mother that he'd rather not remember anymore. His eyes drifted down to Jaejoong's hand. The frown came almost instantly. “Now all you need is food.” Jaejoong patted Yunho’s middle and gave him a soft peck on his lightly parted-mouth. “I bet you’re hungry hmm?”

Lifting Jaejoong's hand that was on his torso, Yunho turned the limb over and caressed the palm, expression doleful.

Jaejoong watched in silence as Yunho brought the injured hand to his face, kissing it gently, his apologetic eyes boring into his own. Jaejoong shook his head, a reassuring smile ghosting his lips. “This is nothing.”

“Promise me that you won’t hurt yourself again.” Yunho said, voice low. “I don’t like it when I see you hurt.”

Sure, he had once wanted to see Jaejoong bleed before. But that was merely his defense mechanism as he kept on convincing himself that he hated and didn’t care about the other teen. Yet at the back of his mind he knew that he’d rather rip his own arm first than deliberately try to inflict him pain.

Jaejoong slowly pulled his hand off Yunho’s hold and brought it to his cheeks, brushing the soft skin lovingly. “I promise that I won’t.” He kissed him again. “Now you just rest and sleep if you want okay? I’m cooking dinner.”

In his sleepy daze, it took Yunho about five seconds late before he was able to understand what had been said. Forcing the drowsiness away, he then realized that Jaejoong already left, leaving the sound of the bedroom door being closed shut in his wake. Yunho sank deeper into the pillows, feeling the languor of slumber strongly call out to him. His eyes fluttered close, the words he heard Jaejoong said echoing in his thoughts as he drifted off to dreamland.

"I already asked Yoochun what your favorite dishes were, so I made sure that once you were out of the hospital, the ingredients that I'll be needing were ready." Jaejoong explained, placing the tray of food on Yunho's lap, the bed dipping with his added weight. "I hope you like it." Biting at his bottom lip, he added in a soft murmur. "I tried my best."

Sitting into a partially upright position, Yunho rubbed his eyes and yawned before he looked down at the plates and bowls laden in front of him. It didn't take long before Yunho felt his mouth water and heard his stomach grumble.

Jaejoong giggled while Yunho couldn't help but blush a little. But moreover, he was pretty surprised to learn that a guy as rich as Jaejoong knew how to do household chores. "You cooked all of this... for me?"

"Yeah." Jaejoong nodded, smiling shyly as he took the chopsticks in his hand and began digging through the plate of bolgogi, that act alone making it clear that he was going to personally feed Yunho the food that he prepared.

Yunho was quite certain that his heart was about to burst from so much happiness knowing that Jae was doing all of this for him. It was overwhelming. It made him want to shout to the world that Kim Jaejoong was his. That he cooked for him and no, he wasn't going to share. Yes, he was greedy when it comes to everything Jajeoong related, there was no use denying that. A playful grin spread across Yunho's lips. "Sooo... did you like always knew how to cook or did you go to cooking school while I was unconscious so you can show off your skills and impress me?"

Jaejoong snorted and rolled his eyes, already knowing full well Yunho's teasing tone. "Just eat you retard." he said, amusement in his voice as he placed the chopstick by Yunho's mouth. Yunho fervently shook his head like a kid.

"You don't want to eat?" Jaejoong asked, face falling a fraction.

"Nope." Yunho replied with the pout that could rival Jaejoong's before sticking out his tongue childishly. "Not until you admit that you cooked this for me because you love me... oh sooooooooo much!"

Jaejoong huffed in reply. "You're such a twit." He felt a bit annoyed. He poured his heart out into cooking Yunho's favorite food and he just had to refuse and act like a brat. Pfft. Oh well. He loved him anyway.

"I'm not eating until you admit it." Yunho singsonged.

Two could play the game, Jaejoong smugly thought as he placed the bulgogi he offered in his mouth instead and chewed ever so slowly, in delight as the savory taste filled and tickled his taste buds. Yunho's pout deepened as he watched him, almost whining. "Yahhhh!"

"Mwhat?" Jaejoong innocently asked as he swallowed.

Yunho crossed his arms against his chest. "I thought you were going to feed me?"

"Mhmm, but I thought you won't eat until I admit that I love you." Jaejoong sighed in mock defeat. "You win. I'm not gonna pester you into eating anymore, cause I'm not saying I love you at all just to satisfy your childish antics."

"So you'll rather let me starve than say it?" Yunho asked incredulously, not quite believing Jaejoong's refusal. That was all he wanted to hear, for Jaejoong to say those three words to him again. Couldn't he have just at least played along?

Jaejoong placed the chopsticks back on the tray as he tilted his head to the side, lips pursed as if in thought. "Telling me that you won't eat in order for me to admit that I love you won't work. Because I'd rather say I love you because I want to, not because you asked me to say I love you. So yeah, you can starve first before I tell you I love you, 'cause I will only tell you I love you when I'm in the mood to tell you I love y--"

The rest of Jaejoong's sentence was lost when Yunho cupped his face and meshed their mouths together in a deep, searing kiss, shutting Jaejoong up. How could he not have quickly realized what Jaejoong was pulling off? When they parted, Jaejoong was a little out of breath but he was smiling, eyes sparkling, filled with love. He reached out a hand, gently brushing a strand of Yunho's hair. "I love you, pabo."

"I love you too." Yunho whispered back, claiming Jaejoong's lips again in a passionate kiss, his heart doing somersaults within his chest. Jaejoong's mischievous and inexplicably adorable side just made Yunho fall for him that much more.

Jaejoong sighed in contentment. The warmth radiating off his lover’s body as they lied down on the bed ignited a calm serene feeling within him. “Cooking is my hobby. I like doing it ‘cause it takes my mind off things.” Brooding about how he lacked his parents' attention, time and love while growing up was pretty upsetting until he finally got used to it. He learned to cook back in the days that he was dealing with his bitterness.

The arm draped around his waist tightened it’s hold as Jaejoong found the side of his face pressed into Yunho’s lean chest. He felt soft lips kiss the mop of his hair and the smaller man snuggled closer, inhaling Yunho’s scent that he was sure rapidly becoming his addiction. A mixture of spice, spring and danger. He found it too damn y.

“You should cook for me from now on then.” Yunho cheerfully said, already looking forward to the days that they’ll be eating his home-cooked meals together. What happened at dinner will be one of the most memorable moments of his life. Yunho cherished every second. The way Jaejoong’s eyes lighted up whenever he’d give him compliments about his cooking, the way they shared small talk, laughed, poked jokes at each other and stole kisses from time to time.

It was beyond perfect.

Jaejoong laughed. “Haha. I bet you would love that would you?”

“Of course! Though with how delicious you cook, I might end up getting fat. And you won’t love me anymore.”

Looking up, Jaejoong saw the pout that he found ridiculously cute. “Mhm…” he grinned, tongue darting out to Yunho’s bottom lip, his voice dropping into a whisper. “I highly doubt you’d gain that much weight.”

Yunho cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. “And why is that?”

“Because…” Jaejoong rolled his hips against Yunho’s own, smirking. “We’re gonna be having lots of .”

“Oh… really?” Yunho matched his smirk.

Jaejoong nodded, hallowing his cheeks as he did obscene motions with his mouth. "I still owe you s.”

Yunho's eyes darkened with arousal. Gone was the shy, stuttering Jaejoong. He sure had gotten bolder and more confident the last time he saw him. “Your pretty little mouth was made for baby.”

Jaejoong pinched him lightly on the side to which Yunho yelped in surprise. “So does yours.” he said giggling. But then suddenly, his expression went solemn, the sparkle in his eyes turning dull. “I realized.. that life is short Yunho. Some things are not in our control. One day we’re still alive… and the next we’re not.” Jaejoong’s lower lip began to quiver, teardrops slowly making their way down his dark lashes as he tried to stifle a sob. “One moment you were kissing me, taking my breath away. And the next you were bleeding in my arms." He clutched the fabric of Yunho's shirt tightly, tear-filled eyes gazing into him, as if needing the reassurance that Yunho was really there. "I thought you were gonna die. That you were going to leave me. It… It was so painful waiting for you Yunho.”

Seeing his lover’s distraught expression, Yunho felt his heart clench. Cupping Jaejoong’s face, he gently kissed the tears trickling down his cheek, shushing him. “Shhh, don’t cry anymore. I’m here. I’m not dead.”

“I… I don’t want to live with regrets anymore Yunho ah.” Jaejoong continued brokenly, mouth finding his as they kissed, desperate and b with emotion. “I love you. I love so much. And I couldn’t care less about what everybody thinks.”

Yunho pulled back a little and gazed lovingly into Jaejoong's eyes, his thumb absently caressing the other's smooth yet damp cheek. There were so many things he wanted to say to him. But his thoughts were in a jumble, tied in knots inside his head. There was just so much happiness in his heart and he couldn't think straight. So he settled on doing what he's always loved the most. Kissing Jaejoong. There was not a doubt in his mind now. Jaejoong did love him. Truly. Wholeheartedly. Yunho leaned in and pecked him on the mouth, once, twice, before pulling him close again against his chest, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "I know Jaejoong. I know."

A few hours later, though reluctantly, Jaejoong slid off the warmth of Yunho's embrace and the comforting bed to do his stupid homework. He had been neglecting school for the past week and he was quite sure his grades were dropping so he had to do double time on his studies. It only took several minutes before Yunho became restless in his sleep. Opening his eyes and wondering why the body he was snuggled up with missing, he groggily looked to his side and found the lampshade on with Jaejoong's back profile facing him. Yunho grabbed the alarm clock on the bedside and it read 11:13 pm. It was supposed to be the weekend. A time to relax. But his lover wasn't treating it as one at all.

Rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, Yunho sat on the bed and silently watched him, touching his head from time to time to scratch at the bandage. It was pretty uncomfortable. He wondered if he'd still wear it on school by Monday. When Jaejoong didn't show any signs of sleeping yet, Yunho decided it was enough. He grinned and stealthily tip-toed to the unsuspecting boy who was too immersed in his studies, hand busy scribbling writing down on a piece of paper.

Bent over the desk with his head buried on his Chemistry Book, Jaejoong suddenly yelped in surprise when Yunho attacked his side with tickles. Jaejoong turned around from his seat and glared. But Yunho didn't look apologetic in the least bit and instead continued on in stealing pokes and tickles from his soon enough, rapidly becoming incoherent lover.

"Yunho-yah, I'm doing homework!" Jaejoong wheezed out as he gasped for breath five minutes later from laughing too much, trying to escape from the evil clutches of the tickle monster. But Yunho was unfazed. "Yah! Stop! Hahaha! Ah!!"

Yunho wasn't giving up. "I'm not gonna stop until you come back to bed." Moments passed and before both realized what had happened, they were already groping butts, and battling tongues. The playful tickles to his side escalated into something else entirely.

Jaejoong ended up splayed across the study table, arms braced on either side of him, shirt bunched up on chest, s erect and swollen from the attention that Yunho had given to them just a few minutes ago. His back arched, lips half-parted, groaning and in lust. Beneath him was Yunho, sitting on the chair that he previously occupied, his down his throat. Jaejoong gripped the back of Yunho's bandaged head, needing something to hold on to as Yunho continued to pleasure him with his mouth and hands.

"Yunho... I... I need to finish... m-my homework ahhh , ahh..." Jaejoong throatily moaned, Yunho's fervent bobbing on his raging and the rough pumps on the base of his driving him crazy with so much ecstasy. Oh screw it! Why was he getting all worked up over a stupid homework? Nothing was more important right now than his and oh god he was so ing damn close. Head thrown back, he bit his lower lip and spread his thighs wider apart.

Sensing the pulsing length and knowing that Jaejoong was threading on the edge of his , Yunho released his with a soft pop and looked up, smirking evilly at his lover. Jaejoong nearly cried at the sudden pause in activities. " Yunho. Why'd you stop?"

"I thought you had homework?" Yunho teased, his lips, the base of Jaejoong's , not letting him . "Right?"

"er." Jaejoong groaned, grabbing Yunho's face forward, stationing him to his dripping length, whining. " baby please."

Jaejoong begging for Yunho was definitely on the top of his most favorite things to listen to list from now on. With a grin, Yunho sensually swiped the underside of Jaejoong's before swallowing him whole again.

It only took a few more fast and fervent and finally Jaejoong cried out, emptying himself into Yunho's waiting mouth. After him clean, Yunho pulled back and kissed Jaejoong's cherry lips. "It's the weekend Jaejoong, learn to relax and take a breather from school. I know you're tired too, you need to rest."

Still trying to recover from his heaven, Jaejoong decided that he should probably go sleep now. Yunho had after all just managed to rip all of the remaining energy he had in him. Slowly, he nodded his head. Yunho smiled and hoisted him up from the study table before placing him on the bed.

"Mmhm, what about you?" Jaejoong asked as they snuggled on the soft sheets. His hand drifted to Yunho's groin and found the bulge present there. "Don't you want me to take care of this?" Before Yunho could formulate an answer, Jaejoong already slithered downward, knelt in front of him and pulled his pajama down, taking out Yunho's .

Yunho felt so hot and heavy in his grasp. As he stared at the leaking tip, Jaejoong couldn't help but groan as he his lips in anticipation, it slowly, admiring the thickness and size. As a fellow male, Jaejoong was impressed. Leaning in and giving the head a tentative prod with his tongue, Jaejoong giggled when he felt the hard member quiver in his grip. Strangely, the beautiful male liked the bittersweet taste. He again, then gently on the slit.

"Jae... s-stop teasing..." Yunho rasped out, eyes dark as he watched Jaejoong, gaze drawn to the sinful tongue that was teasing him. Oh . He was quite sure that just the way Jaejoong looked right now with his length against his lips would be enough to make him . But where would the fun in that be?

Looking up at Yunho's darkened gaze, Jaejoong felt bold upon seeing the desire in them. Without breaking eye contact, he hollowed his cheeks around him. Lowering his mouth, he began to slowly bob up and down his shaft.

"N-ngh , Jae..." Yunho moaned, fingers threading on his hair and even though Jaejoong felt heat rise in his cheeks at the fact that he had someone else's crotch in his mouth, but with all the inducing noises that he was hearing from Yunho, Jaejoong's shyness deserted him and he found himself enjoying Yunho's length - giddy with the realization that because of him Yunho was reduced into a litany of incoherent curses and moans.

It didn't take long before Yunho came. Jaejoong was caught in a coughing fit, quite surprised with the sudden burst of warmth that hit the back of his throat. But he was determined to do this right. Mimicking Yunho's actions from earlier, Jaejoong swallowed as much as he could as ribbons of Yunho's essence continued to fill his mouth. Jaejoong's lips moved in a frenzy as he and him clean. Shortly after, he released him and tucked Yunho's now flaccid length inside the confines of his pajamas, patting it as he giggled.

Crawling up Yunho's body, he engaged him in an open-mouth kiss before pulling away, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "That was fun." He settled beside him and snuggled to his side, throwing his arms and legs over Yunho. "Mhmmm... you're so warm."

Yunho's chest still rose and fell in a quickened pace. He couldn't help the chuckles from escaping. "Maybe that's because..." he trailed off to take a very much needed deep breath. "...you just gave me a ." Eventually, he reached down to lift Jaejoong's chin as they kissed again. "Thanks." he said smiling.

Jaejoong looked at him, his lips, eyes already half lidded, drowsy. "Mmm, for what?"

Yunho's smile grew as he caressed his cheek. "For loving me." The response he received was a sleepy smile, a light peck and those three words that always manages to fill his heart with clouds and butterflies. "I love you, Yunho ah."

Yunho pecked his eyelids and hugged him close to his chest once more. Happy, content and secured. "I love you too."

Immersed inside the bathtub, Jaejoong softly sighed as he leaned back comfortably within Yunho's embrace, lazily playing with the soap suds in his hands. The scent of citrus and vanilla floated around them. They would most probably smell a like once they were done. Not that he minded. He was happy - elated with the idea that Yunho shared his scent, mixing along with his lover's own distinctive fragrance.

"Promise me that you won’t get yourself in trouble. We have to make this work Yunho.”

The amnesia façade that they he agreed to take a part of. Yunho sighed deeply and slowly nodded his head. Well, he guessed it wasn’t so bad. Heechul did say that since he supposedly had amnesia, he was to stick to Jaejoong like a second skin. They were in the same year so it wouldn’t be problem. He had all of Jaejoong’s subjects. The only difference was the section he was in. So for the meantime, he had to follow the other’s class schedules.

“I promise to be a good boy.” Yunho said playfully, but then scowled when he remembered how he had to go back acting like he and Jaejoong weren’t together. That he had to try his best to watch Jaejoong’s admirers and the student body in general flocking around him and not end up snapping their necks. He didn’t think he’d have the needed self-control for that. But he was gonna try. “Just as long as they keep their hands to themselves.”

Jaejoong turned around, brows furrowed in wonder. The look on Yunho’s face said it all. Eventually, he smiled and held Yunho's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You know, the teachers are mostly concerned about my y attitude towards the student body, the lack of focus in my studies and how I was neglecting my duties as the Student President. I am able to do all those things again if I want to.”

Yunho looked at him blankly, wondering what Jaejoong was on about. But then Jaejoong was leaning in, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss that frankly, made Yunho quite lightheaded.

When Jaejoong pulled back an inch, Yunho was positively gasping for breath. Their foreheads rested against each other, air passing between their panting mouths. Slowly, Jaejoong brought his thumb on Yunho’s lower lip and began rubbing the slickness present there. “But that’s about the limit I’m giving them."

Pulling him close, Yunho cupped the side of his face and began planting kisses on his jaw down to his neck. He had a vague notion of what Jaejoong was trying to pull off. And the realization made him giddy.

"I don’t plan to hide my feelings anymore." Jaejoong added, mewling when Yunho the shell of his ear. "My personal life... mhrnnn... is none of their business. And I... don't care if you supposedly have amnesia. Because that doesn’t... change the fact that we’re together.” He pulled back and looked into Yunho’s half-lidded gaze with fueled determination. “I’ll woo you in front of everyone even if I have to.”

Staring at him with sudden widened eyes, Yunho could only blink stupidly in return. Being wooed? Well, that wasn't exactly what he was expecting.

TBC