Yoochun's POV

When Junsu didn't move and practically floppy as a ragdoll, I only realised that he had passed out. I initially thought he was fooling around, or just wanted to fool me so that I would let him go.

I didn't mean to scare him until this point. I just wanted to elicit the truth from him, because he kept everything from me. And now that I had known about him and his brother I didn't want to back off anymore. I need to know, because apparently his brother was someone that I needed to protect too.

I still couldn't believe the one that had been the source to our research was none other than Junsu's twin brother. That was why my father recruited Junsu in the first place, and that was why too Junsu stayed. He had to make sure his brother was safe while in someone's hand.

That dawned on me after a lot of thinking; Junsu didn't stay in the company because of me but because of his brother. And I thought he would always be loyal as long as I was there for him. I guess I can't be more wrong.

I carried him to his bedroom. I had never been in here before I was afraid I got the wrong room. It was a light blue themed room, its curtain was turquoise and the bed was blue. I laid him on the bed and adjusted the pillow behind his head.

He might be too weak that he passed out just like that. I didn't think I hit him too aggressively. But it might be too because he was using his ability. One thing I know about 220 members was if they used their ability too much, it would absorb their energy and they would become weak immediately. Sometimes they would fall asleep when they were walking leisurely. Sometimes they were consumed by sleep for days.

I looked at Junsu. His face when he was sleeping was so peaceful. It looked really different when he's awake, when he's overthinking about something. I leaned down and kissed his forehead. He didn't respond, just stayed in his tranquil state.

Why did he push himself to this state? After I read the documents about Kim Junho, I somehow could guess what he's capable of. But my father, who was a whole lot more knowledgeable about Junsu than me, told me that Junsu's ability was a bit different than Junho's.

Junsu was able to read minds, but he could channel it to someone that he wanted and he too could shut down his ability whenever he wanted to. If he didn't want to read someone, he could just stop listening but Junho couldn't. That was why Junho was the first one who discovered his ability - because he couldn't stop doing it. Meanwhile Junsu learned how to do it after Junho's discovery. He almost gave up if not for Junho who supported him on.

When Junsu worked with me, he had been helping me in making decision because he knew what the others were thinking. He could channel it to me directly but he didn't want to reveal his ability to me. And he too didn't want to collapse like this in the middle of a meeting because that ability must use a lot of his energy.

I'm sorry, Junsu. I'm sorry I had been so insensitive when you're working so hard for me. I wish I could be there for you as much as you had been there for me. I wish I could know what you've been thinking just like how you know how my mind works.

"Yoochun?" I jumped out of my thoughts when I heard Junsu's voice. I stared down at him. His eyes were half open.

"Hey..." I tried to touch his face with the back of my hand but he avoided it. "Wha...?" he looked the other way. His cheeks burned. "Look at me. I'm sorry, okay?" he turned to me, his eyes were bright. He sighed softly before he gave me a weak smile. "I thought you were dead. I'm stunned."

"I'm just..." he exhaled, like it was taking so much effort to talk. He didn't finish his sentence as his eyes closed again. His hand tugged mine and I let it stayed there. His hand was cold. I smiled to myself and silently I crept beside him and laid my head on the same pillow. I turned his head so that he would face me when he's asleep. I stared at his lips and absentmindedly I my own. I brushed his lips with the tip of my thumb. I leaned in and kissed him again. I wouldn't dream of letting him go for as long as I live. He whined silently in his sleep. His face scrunched which widened my smile a bit more. I pulled him in and let his head rested on my chest before I close my eyes.

You'll be safe with me, I promise you.

***

Junsu opened his eyes to see Yoochun who was sleeping next to him. Yoochun even shared the same pillow with him. Junsu blushed as his mind wound up remembering what happened last night when Yoochun brought him home. It certainly wasn't pleasant when Yoochun acted rough like that but it definitely had made Junsu felt desired, which was something that he tried to avoid whenever he was with Yoochun.

Junsu stared at Yoochun for a while, dumbfounded.

What should he do now?

Junsu looked at the clock and it was already too late for them to go to work.

"Crap." Junsu rubbed his face and jumped out of his bed. He quickly took the towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower without bothering to wake Yoochun up first. The truth was Junsu was terrified if Yoochun woke up and he couldn't handle the embarrassment. He was so quiet as not to wake Yoochun that was sleeping so soundly. He must be so exhausted after driving overnight and then they had a fight when they arrived. Junsu was grateful that nothing happened last night because if so, it would taint their relationship forever. That was the last thing that he wanted.

In the bathroom, Junsu couldn't help but overthink about what would happen and what shouldn't. He shivered under the warm shower when he thought the possibilities of them making love last night. He didn't even know where to point his heart now. He was too confused with his own feelings and having leisurely while your big brother was somewhere dangerous was something that he didn't want to do. He lusted for Yoochun, he did but it was wrong. Deadfully wrong. He still had his relationship with Yunho, his feelings for him unanswered and unresolved. Plus, after he hit him with his own bare hands, Junsu couldn't guess when Yunho would lose his temper again.

What would Yunho say if he knew Yoochun was inside his house sleeping peacefully?

Junsu blinked rapidly. He picked the toothbrush and hurriedly brushed his teeth before he pulled the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He ran out of the bathroom. He needed Yoochun to wake up now in case Yunho would come here to check on him after his so-called disappearance. Yunho always come by his house without notice. Most of the time Junsu liked it but today he didn't think so.

He prayed for Yunho to not be there. He prayed that Yunho would never know Yoochun was inside the house, slept on his bed.

But when he arrived at his room, his eyes darted on Yoochun who was rubbing his eyes and at Yunho who was red-faced glaring down at his boss.

***

"I-I can explain." Junsu said as soon as Yunho's eyes crept up and locked on him.

"I should've known." Yunho muttered grudgingly. He balled his fists and his eyes back at Yoochun. Yoochun was already alert, he was glaring back at Yunho.

"Let him know, Junsu." Yoochun said calmly.

"No...Yunho, this is a misunderstanding." Junsu backed a bit.

"What misunderstanding could it be? That somehow you just happened to sleep with him accidentally?" Yunho roared, his voice was as loud as thunder. "I am worried about you, Junsu. Is this how you treat me?"

"Wait. Yunho-" Junsu stared at Yunho feeling helpless. It's not helpful that his body was only covered in towel to be looked at by two men that had special places inside his heart. Both of them mattered to him, both of them were important. He felt like crying, again.

"He's innocent. It's me who decided to stay overnight." Yoochun finally opened his mouth. He stood up and he walked towards Junsu. He stood there between Junsu and Yunho.

"I don't need your opinion. This is about me and him."

"It's about me too when I'm here. Don't act like you don't know about me,"

"Yoochun-" Junsu wanted to stop Yoochun from making things worse but it didn't seem like Yunho would let Yoochun away without a fight too. It also seemed like both of them would start to swing fists against each other.

"So, what are you going to do now, huh? The proof is here. We slept together. So?" Yoochun kept provoking, throwing gas into the flames. "Do you want to hit me like you hit Junsu?"

Junsu gasped. Yunho paled.

"Yoochun, stop it. What you said was wrong-" but Junsu didn't dare to look at Yunho.

"What? Do you think I'm blind?" Yoochun held up a hand, preventing Junsu from jumping forward. "Do you think I would just let it go?"

"It's not..." Junsu's eyes lingered at Yunho. Yunho didn't say anything, he was caught red-handed.

"It's not like I intentionally hit him."

"Thus, you might repeat it again." Yoochun grabbed Junsu's wrist, and Junsu instinctively held his towel before it exposed his dignity. "I won't let you do that to Junsu again."

"It's our business. What do you care?"

"I care because it's him." Yoochun said firmly. "You better get out of this house right now if you don't want me to report you to the authorities."

Yunho's eyes suddenly darted towards Junsu.

"Is that how you push me away, Junsu?" Junsu was startled. "Is that how you throw me away after all that we've been through?" Junsu's mouth gaped open. His eyes watered, tears ready to flow when the cue comes in. "How could you forget who you really are?" Junsu started to hyperventilate. "Why don't you tell him who you really are? Suppose he wouldn't even look at you when he knew!"

Yoochun turned to look at Junsu. Junsu was staring back at him, and slowly he pulled his hand away from him.

"I'm sorry, Yoochun." Junsu's voice sounded defeated.

"Don't tell me you're sorry!" Yoochun pulled his hand back harshly. "What do you think you're doing? Are you succumbing before him again?"

"It's not like that..." Junsu blinked rapidly. Yunho stepped forward and grabbed Junsu's other hand. Junsu panicked, it happened so unexpectedly that he forgotten where he was holding onto before. Yunho rushed forward, pushed Yoochun until the other man let go of his hand before he pulled Junsu into his arm. It was so fast, so quick that Junsu couldn't register what was happening. Suddenly he was in Yunho's arm and the towel was hanging dangerously low on his waist. His back was against Yoochun and his boss was staring down, his nose was almost bleeding.

Junsu did the only thing that he could think right now.

He screamed as loud as he could. He pushed Yunho and he repositioned his towel as quickly as possible.

"Why are you making me like this? Are you trying to drive me insane?" Junsu screamed. "Please, have some pity for me." Junsu sat down on the floor, looking most vulnerable that both men couldn't help but adore Junsu more. "I couldn't think when both of you are arguing like this. I'm sorry Yunho for doing this to you but things happened. I didn't sleep with Yoochun like what you imagined, he just happened to be there beside me when I was asleep. And I'm sorry Yoochun. Even if you knew everything about me, I still have things that I kept to myself, things that I didn't want to expose."

Yoochun and Yunho were speechless.

"Please leave me. I'm sorry, but please. I can't be with you guys right now."

The amount of sorry that Junsu muttered were enough to make both the men leave. When both Yoochun and Yunho left and the door closed behind them, Junsu stayed on the floor. His whole body and mind were numb.

***

Yunho's POV

I went to my restaurant where Jaejoong finally showed up for work. It had been days because Jaejoong was angry at me due to the last time that I called him and woke him from asleep. That wasn't actually the reason Jaejoong was angry with me, but because Changmin left his bed that very morning because I told Jaejoong about Junsu.

It was a really complicated relationship, right?

I am in love with Junsu which was also chased by Changmin and Yoochun, his own boss. Jaejoong was in love with Changmin. The problem now laid in the heart of Junsu. To who does his heart belongs to?

I still hoped that he would always be with me. I still hoped that his heart would stay loyal to me, but what more could I do?

The only mistake I did was I was too close with Jaejoong and Junsu misunderstood it. Junsu thought I was in love with Jaejoong even though I'm not.

Well, maybe I was. But I got him and the three of us had promised to keep this history a secret.

I looked at Jaejoong. He was cooking for a customer. Even though he looked happy on the outside I could see that he was actually a bit disappointed with whatever happened lately. He had lost hope when Changmin left him on the bed while he was so in love with the guy. His eyes were dull they looked like they would produce tears anytime soon.

The last time I saw his eyes looked like that was years ago.

*

'Things are escalating fast for us.' Junsu said when his eyes met mine. He smiled his favourite smile to me and I felt the need to kiss his lips. But I couldn't because his heart belonged to someone else. He grasped my hand and squeezed it hard. 'I hope Park Shin Geun would do what he says or I will be very disappointed.'

'He will.' I said, and my heart became more nervous when he wrapped his hands around my right hand. I pulled my hand back and hid it behind me.

'He won't cheat us, right?'

'He's the founder of 220, he wouldn't, right?'

'220, what a cool name...' his eyes wandered to the sky above. I wouldn't forget how beautiful he was when his face was shone by the bright sunlight. He looked innocent, as innocent and pure as his heart. I felt my heart beat quicker, and I blushed.

If only he was mine, my heart said. If only I could have him. If only his heart would turn into mine, I would make him the happiest man alive.

'Don't you think so, Yunho?' Junsu's voice woke me up from my trance. Damn, I could fall asleep just by hearing his laughter.

I reached out and touched his hair. I ruffled his hair and smiled.

'Do you think...' Junsu's smile never falters. It's only mine that needed attention, stat. '...uh...how do I say this?'

'What?' I asked, even though I knew very well what he's going to ask. I knew him inside and out, and I stayed as his best friend. And even if we declared ourselves as best friends we had never hang out openly because Junsu didn't want it. He didn't want someone, particularly a hoobae to see us close like this. He didn't want to give a bad vibe to the boy. I had never seen the boy, Junsu wouldn't let me see him nor that he would let the boy see me.

'Do you think Park Shin Geun would let me date his son?'

*

'What are you talking about?' Jaejoong suddenly appeared when I was still hanging out at the rooftop. Junsu already climbed down for his cooking club meeting. For me, it was more to meet that one little hoobae. The little hoobae that I didn't even know his name.

Jaejoong's shadow hit me. His face still looked ethereal despite the sunlight that only hit his back. His hair dropped and covered his face. I saw him blinked, his long eyelashes collided with his hair.

'You know what.' I grumbled and I sat up from my lying position. He sat down cross-legged beside me. His uniform looked way too big for his fragile build. I looked at him, and he had to tilt his head a bit to see me straight in the eyes.

'Why don't you tell him how you feel about you?' he looked away to the sky when he asked me this question.

Wasn't it the same about you, too?

I wanted to ask him this question but my heart wouldn't let it. It would be too cruel for Jaejoong, and hurting him was the last thing in my mind. Hurting my two best friends, Junsu and Jaejoong was the last thing that I would do but I think in this situation one heart would be mercilessly broken.

He turned to me, his eyes glistened like two small pools. I was absorbed in them. I was helpless. I looked down and sighed silently. My finger drew an imaginary circle on the cement underneath. Jaejoong watched me.

'Why don't you do the same?' I blurted out the question. I heard him crept nearer to me. His hand grasped my hand that was writing foolishly with only dirt.

'Please protect me.' he said. I didn't dare to look at him, his voice quivered. I felt his hand became warmer and then hot. I looked down and saw his hand was already red in colour; there would be flames if he didn't notice this. I pulled my hand quickly.

'Jaejoong...'

'Is that too much to ask?' he lifted his hand and fired a fireball to a nearby dustbin. The trash inside burnt down in an instant.

I must handle this situation in a peaceful way.

'Jaejoong...as much as I love you...' I couldn't believe I'm saying this to his frail heart. 'I'm sorry.'

He looked at me, his dull eyes were ripping my heart apart.

*

Jaejoong turned his head away sharply from me that I could feel it took away my breath. I bit the inside of my cheeks. I went nearer to him and sat down on a chair while my eyes fixed on him. He kept doing his work, his mouth sewn shut.

"Are you still angry at me?" he didn't answer. "Jaejoong-ah..."

"Indirectly I'm still angry at you, even though I don't know why I should be angry about." he muttered. It's not the response that I want, but at least he's giving me a feedback.

We didn't say a word. I wanted to say more, ask more, but I didn't want to bring the Changmin's issue up. He was still upset and sulking about it. Asking the wrong thing in the wrong time is a fatal mistake.

Eventually I let him do his work in peace even though there are a lot of things I wanted to tell him. And I bet he's dying to tell me about Changmin too. But this time we would let time decide for us rather than take action in our own hands.

***

Changmin knocked on Junsu's door. He couldn't contact Junsu at all. Every phone call he made wasn't answered. He made the decision to come to the house himself.

"Junsu-hyung!" he shouted from outside. He had been waiting for a while but the man of the house didn't come out or doing anything to indicate he's inside. "Junsu!" he knocked and knocked but to no avail.

Changmin bit his lips and tried to twist the doorknob again. It was locked.

"Junsu!" his throat felt hoarse by now. Changmin sighed loudly. He turned around to his car and climbed into it, and started to drive. There was a car just passed by his. Changmin happened to see the passenger, sitting solely in the backseat and nearly made Changmin hit the tree at the roadside.

The passenger resembled his late grandfather.

A/N The back stories of the characters will come bits by bits. and i'm sorry the story had been very slow paced because i had been in a very gloomy state lately plus the weather around here consisted of rains and storms so that quite affects me a little ~~~