Kim Jaejoong swallowed down the lump he did not realize was there and sat quietly in the appointed and assigned chair and waited patiently. The glares he was receiving from others in the room did not help much with the current situation he was in nor calm down the achy feeling he had been experiencing for the past couple of weeks. The room was filled with people of different social status from different departments of Jung Corporation. Some were there for moral support while others were there to degrade and talk down about him. Everyone whom Jaejoong once thought was his friends and colleagues were now standing on the opposite team going against him.

The perfect life Jaejoong had pictured when he was fifteen and was previously living quickly escalated downhill to something unexplainable recently. Everything Jaejoong had worked his entire life for and believed in were now shut down instantly when the packet of paperwork requiring his signature for a divorce were thrown at him one Friday morning before work. Nothing was explained to him as of why and the other man refuses to speak to him in a civil manner. Nothing was said between the married couple for weeks, months on end.

Until now.

Instead of being at home and making breakfast and coffee like most mornings and arguing with Yunho regarding pointless things, Jaejoong now, is sitting across from his once upon a time prince charming and his witch of a cousin going over their divorce paperwork.  Jaejoong had tried on multiple occasions  to make their relationship work. He even went as far as suggesting they seek outside medical help but were all rejected with just a simple Jaejoong shii, we don’t need help. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.

Yunho had made it quite clear to him that he is no longer in love with him. The many incidents of Jaejoong entering their home late at night after work to only discover women and sleeping on his side of the bed was just one of the many situations Yunho had showed him he is no longer  interested.

“So?”

Jaejoong pushed up the black frames sitting on the bridge of his nose and brushed away the strands of hair covering his eyes.

“You could have just told me, Jung.” Jaejoong tried to remain calm. He looked at the handsome man seated across from him and search his face and body language for a something, anything of the man he once knew and fell in love with; but when nothing came up, Jaejoong only tried to smile and sat up in his chair a little taller so the others don’t see how broken down, weak and tired he really is. “You did not have to bring everyone from your empire to bring me down or intimidate me.”

The handsome male only smiled in return and spoke in a voice Jaejoong never knew the man could produce.

“Is that what it is? Is that what you think everyone is here for, Jaejoong shii?”

Jaejoong flinches at the cold tone vibrating from the opposite side. He lowers his gaze and bit back the tears threatening to escape. He plays with the ends of his button down cardigan and sighed softly once he was sure enough his heart was not going to betray him.

“Oppa, how long is this going to take? We’re going to be late for dinner at Le Lu’s.”

Jaejoong briefly glances at the manilla folder sitting in front of him and remembered how happy and excited he was when he had received the contents inside. He remembered driving to Yunho’s workplace to tell him the good news only to be greeted with Yunho shoving his tongue down a woman’s throat. He remembered going home and locking himself in their shared bedroom and crying his heart out. He remembered Yunho coming home smelling like and denying of having anything to do with Jaejoong’s accusations. He remembered it all.

“I don’t want your money, Yun; if that’s what you think.” Jaejoong finally looks back up at scene before him. He runs a hand over his abdomen and tries to remain calm as he spoke. “I don’t want your house and I don’t need your car. I don’t want anything from you or this company of your’s to be exact.”

He could see his cousin staring at him with a smirk; her perfect make-up and silky long hair moving in perfect motion as she leans into Yunho’s strong shoulders and runs her hand across Yunho’s strong and bold jawline.

Jaejoong quickly looks away and focuses his attention anywhere but at the couple. He often wondered what it would feel like to be in Yunho’s strong arms again, to feel love and secure and not just this disgusting feeling of him going against the world. Jaejoong wondered often.

“Then what is that you want, Jaejoong?” Yunho bellowed. “What is it that I can do for you? I promise I can afford and provide -”

“You also promised me many things at the alter, Jung.” Jaejoong interrupted, eyes blurring as seconds ticked by. “But that is beside the point, of course.”

He could hear Yunho growl from across the room and Jaejoong ignored it like how he ignored the aching pain in his heart. He had learned to not listen to his heart in situations like these and had mastered the art of keeping a straight face. He had learned so many things since a few weeks ago he thought he would never need to know or feel.

Jaejoong grabbed the manilla folder laying in front of him and rose up from his chair. He looked around the room and realized how pathetic he looks; how small he is against all these people. Jaejoong blinks a few times and with one final look around the room, he bowed. He leaned forward and bowed a perfect 90 degree before rising up and sliding the manilla folder across the table.

“I just,” Jaejoong started and looked at the face of the man who was suppose to be the father of his unborn child and smiled a smile that did quite reach his eyes. It pains him deeply to know that his child will never know who his father is but it also comforted him that his child will not have to live and go through what he is currently going through.

“I just ask of you to not let me register this child that I am currently carrying under the Jung’s name and for you not to come near me and my child once we are divorced, Yunho shii.”

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a/n & warning: before friending me and adding me to your friend's list or subscribing to anything that i write here, i would like you to know that i only ship yunjae – as in jung yunho the seme ing kim jaejoong the uke – not the other way around! don't like? then, off! i don't give a damn. this is my account, i can manipulate them however i want.

p.s: i'm back, mates! did you guys miss me? lol! anywhoo, welcome to my second story here on asianfanfics! i am super excited to start this series and share it with you all. i pray and hope that you all will support this story as much as you all have supoorted 'SINNED'. i am trying out a new writing style and therefore do apologize if it does not look or sound as nice as the previous story! [i still love you all long time though!]

p.s.s: as a quick reminder and update to 'CATCH ME', i have offically deleted the story off from my list as my laptop had crashed and everything that i had written up to that point has been lost. i recently bought a new laptop and is now, utilizing google docs as my go to word doc. i know a lot of you had waited patiently for the said story but i just could not bring myself to continue it. i'm sorry. [please forgive me?] so in return, i have written this story to replace the loss that had occurred and cross my finger that you will like it as much as i enjoy writing it.

p.s.s.s: this series was inspired by the movie 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith'! can anyone take a guess what might actually happen in the story just by judging what the foreword have? let me know below!

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