This is a short Yunjae fic so you reconsider T.T

 

 

Just as Changmin told him by the phone a few weeks ago, Yunho would go to that bar and meet his friends almost every weekend. Jaejoong would go as well. He would hide in the rearest table possible, wearing anything that would cover his identity. It was hard, but he couldn't resist going there and keep an eye on Yunho whenerver he could. Well, not keep an eye, just know about him. His Yunho. How long had it been already? Like three years without any kind of contact. 

The day Changmin contacted him, Jaejoong went to the tiny bar and saw Yunho for the first time in three years. He cried, got sad, got coward and thought about getting out of there, but at the entrance he stumbled with Changmin, who encouraged him to meet Yunho face to face and he didn't dare.

Nine times he'd gone to the tiny bar, and nine times he didn't dare to go and greet Yunho. 

Jaejoong sighed. He had drinked, he had admired Yunho from afar, but it was getting late, so he just stood up, trying to  be invisible for everyone there. 

He went to the bathroom, and when he got out, Changmin was waiting for him.

- Eh? What are you doing here?

- I came today also. 

- Oh.

Changmin stared at him a bit funny.

- What?

Changmin's smirk began to appear, mischievously. Jaejoong's heart raced a little, guessing something was not right. As Jaejoong frowned, decoding the maknae's expression, he said:

- I told Yunho-hyung you're here tonight.

Jaejoong couldn't do more than open his eyes widely, and scared, excited, and quite mad, he rushed to get out of there.