1988

Yunho was huffing and loosening his tie as he stood outside in the cold air, his body flushed from the frantic run he had broken into once he’d disappeared out the door. It was pretty stupid and weird of him to do that but he couldn’t think of anything better, he was...well he didn’t really know what emotion fit his state but it was something.

He really needed to learn to control himself, sighing he scratched his head in irritation, Jaejoong would surely think he was freak now right? I mean how could he not? What kind of person just ups and runs out of a room like a....like a.....like something that abruptly runs out of rooms.....

“Honestly Yunho, stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” he smacked his forehead berating himself, pausing when he heard a scuffle of shoes, he should probably stop hitting himself in case someone shows up, it probably looks weird. Turning to see who had joined him he felt his heart literally skip a beat.

Jaejoong was doubled over and breathing heavily, hand on his knees. Did he follow me? Yunho tilted his head in curiosity, watching the man’s chest heave, the simple rise and fall hypnotising him.

“I um...are you okay?” Jaejoong huffed out straightening to face Yunho who was watching him with a dumb look on his face. Quickly clearing his throat Yunho tried to come up with a reasonable explanation

“I...was exercising....” needless to say Yunho wasn’t very good at making up excuses. He was about to shout obscenities at himself in his mind when a tinkling melodious laughter filled his ears, it was captivating.

Jaejoong tried to cover his mouth as tears formed in his eyes, laughing at Yunho’s so-called ‘explanation’. Suddenly the cold air around Yunho seemed to dissipate as a warm feeling emanated from ‘his angel’ and euphoria washed over the two, bathing in a simple moment.

Whilst the two oblivious idiots were busy laughing like...well like idiots, Junsu was unabashedly gaping at Yoochun, who despite being aware of the others stare, chose to ignore it in favour of the papers in his hands. Although he’d be a liar if he said he was completely focused on the print before him. Every now and then he’d lose his self control and burst into a smile confusing Junsu.

“Well everything looks to be in order, I was slightly worried that your boss would try to take advantage of Jaejoong” Junsu raised his eyebrow at this, they were pretty close for friends he mused somewhat bitterly.

“Well boss seems to have taken a liking to him.” I don’t know why though, what makes this guy so special anyway huh? He couldn’t help but add snippily in his mind, quickly regretting his words. Since when had he been this way?

Junsu was always nice, he wasn’t being conceited or anything but he was practically a saint. Helped old ladies cross the streets, fed orphans, adopted stray puppies etc. all the typical tro