„You're in the finale!!“

Yunho lifted his bag onto his shoulder and put his hands into his pockets, while he observed Jaejoong with an amused smile.

The younger man walked some meters in front of him, backwards, to be able to face Yunho.

Jaejoong's face was a little heated and his eyes sparkled with energy and excitement.

„You are in the ing finale!“, Jaejoong exclaimed enthusiastically – probably for the fiftieth time in the last minues.

„I know, Sherlock“, Yunho stated with a bright grin and eyed the laughing man in front of him. „You better turn around before you cross the street.“

Jaejoong ignored Yunho's advice and continued walking backwards.

„You had been... – You had been AMAZING, Yunho!“, Jaejoong called out and stumbled a little, when he suddenly left the sidewalk. Before he could overbalance, Yunho rapidly stepped forward and reached for Jaejoong's arms.

A loud laughter escaped Yunho's lips, when he saw Jaejoong's appelled face.
„Turn – around, Jaejoong!“, Yunho said insistently and looked down the street, before he crossed it with the younger man. „I really hoped that you like the competition, but I had never expected THIS reaction“, Yunho admitted with a slight smirk and opened his car to throw his bag into the trunk.

He sat down next to Jaejoong and started the motor.

„Sorry“, Jaejoong answered laughing and shrugged his shoulders. He was still full of adrenaline and energy – the exact opposite to the serious, quiet Jaejoong in the clinic.

„It's just … It looked awesome, you know? It was...“, Jaejoong interrupted himself and searched for the right words, while Yunho left the parking lot and made his way back to the clinic. „It was a pleasure to watch you! I could feel your passion and your energy and the music fit perfectly your performance and when you did this thing with your cap, I just thought –“

„You better get some air, Jaejoong!“

Yunho couldn't help but to laugh. His cheeks were slightly brushed – he wasn't able to count all of Jaejoong's compliments – and a shy smile appeared on his pretty lips.

He was amazed by Jaejoong's sudden enthusiasm and – honestly – he enjoyed his compliments.

Actually, he never invited anyone to watch him on those dance competitions. As he asked Jaejoong to attend him, he immediately regreted his decision.

When he knew his audience, he always became nervous and put himself under a lot of stress, but, however, he was glad about inviting Jaejoong – he succeeded in cheering him up and this was his main reason for it, no matter how nervous he had been before.

„Let's grab something to eat before we drive back to the clinic“, Yunho suggested and threw a brief glance at Jaejoong.

He left the main street with his car and headed for a pretty small restaurant, that Jaejoong would have never noticed. It was in the cellar of a regular building on the street and you reached its entrance by stepping down some stairs.

„Believe me, you'll get the best food in town here!“, Yunho promised as he left the car and locked it.

Jaejoong wasn't that convinced... „Are you sure...?“

A laughter pearled from Yunho's lips that directly made a slight smile appear on Jaejoong's lips.

„Come on, trust me!“, Yunho said smirking and took Jaejoong's hand to pull him down the stairs.

When Yunho opened the door, a wave of pleasant warm air surrounded Jaejoong. He found himself in a pretty room with some empty tables and a bar in the back of it.

„Hi, Mrs. Cho!“, Yunho greeted a middle-aged woman, the only person in the restaurant.

„Yunho!“, she exclaimed with an open smile and placed her tray on the table she was about to clean.

„Come on, take a seat! A coke as always? Who's your friend?“, she chattered extremely speedy and Jaejoong couldn't help but to smirk. He bowed slightly and gave Mrs. Cho a kind smile. „I'm Kim Jaejoong“, he introduced himself politely and followed Yunho to an empty table.

He took his jacket off and hung it over the chair's backrest.

„I'll take a coke“, Yunho affirmed the woman's former question and winked, before he looked at Jaejoong. „What would you like to dring?“

„A coke as well“, Jaejoong said to the waitress and sat down next to Yunho.

„I guess you're a regular guest here?“, Jaejoong asked unnecessarily and chuckled silently.

Yunho nodded.

„I've been here with my parents ever since I was a child“, Yunho explained and grabbed the menue. He placed it on the table and turned it a little, so that both he and Jaejoong could read it.

„Believe me, you can take whatever you want“, Yunho said and smiled at Jaejoong. „Mrs. Cho is probably the best cook throughout South Korea.“

Yunho didn't promise too much:
When they got their food, Jaejoong could hardly remember eating anything that delicious. It was actually a quite simple meal – just some typical Korean dishes – but Jaejoong felt like walking on air. He cleared his whole plate and even swiped some food from Yunho – luckily, the elder man didn't complain a single time.

Just like in their 'midnight talks', Jaejoong and Yunho chatted completely unburdened and uncomplicated. It wasn't hard for them to find a topic for their conversation, and when they kept silent for some time, it was an pleasant and calming stillness between them. None of them felt impelled to start another conversation, so they just savoured their food and lost themselves in their own thoughts.

Jaejoong enjoyed the time he spent with Yunho.

Not a single second since Yunho had picked him up, he had thought about his therapy or the white room. He felt free and lighthearted and was able to concentrate completely on Yunho and their activities during this special day.

When they finally arrived at the clinic again – it was already quite late and Jaejoong wasn't sure if he had already broken the curfew –, both men felt positively exhausted and happy.

Yunho parked his car in front of the clinic and turned around to Jaejoong.

„I hope you enjoyed the day“, he stated smiling and looked into Jaejoong's eyes. The younger man nodded immediately and the sparkle in his eyes reappeared. „Definitely!“, he confirmed.

Silence built up in the car and both men seemed to hesitate. A shy laughter escaped Yunho's lips, before he shyly scratched his head's back and stretched out his arm. „Come on“, he mumbled silently and pulled Jaejoong into a soft embrace.

„Good night, Jaejoong“, he said smiling into Jaejoong's ear and waited for him to leave the car and enter the clinic. Still smiling, Yunho started his car's motor again and drove back home.

* * * * *

Jaejoong's appointment with Mr. Lee on the next morning was... different, compared to the days before.

He found himself in the white room again – of course –, but this time he didn't feel spiritless and desperate. He wasn't overwhelmed by helplessness and futility – he rather felt boundless energy and curiosity raising in his chest.
Jaejoong wasn't afraid of the door anymore. He finally wanted to know what is behind it.

Jaejoong didn't know where his newly gained energy came from, but he had the slight speculation, that it dealed with meeting Yunho the day before. He had slept pretty good last night and wasn't haunted by nightmares. In the morning, he felt well-rested and a constant smile prettified his lips.

During his trance, Jaejoong walked about the white room and inspired every single corner, quietly talking with the disembodied voice of Mr. Lee.

„I can't find this stupid key!“, Jaejoong muttered a little angered and went up to the door, slowly running his fingertips over its wooden surface.

„Are you sure, that you need a key, Jaejoong?“

The pretty man frowned a little.

„Of course I need the key“, he mumbled irritated and shook the door slightly. „Have you ever opened a locked door without a key?!“ Jaejoong rolled his eyes a little.

„No, but I have never seen such a door neither“, the voice said and Jaejoong stumble a little. Drat, he was right...

Jaejoong rolled his eyes again and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

„Any suggestions?“, he asked annoyed and sat down previous to the door.

„You need to find out by yourself.“

'Oh, pretty helpful', Jaejoong thought ironically and sighted deeply, when suddenly an idea crossed his mind. Maybe he didn't have to SEE what's behind the door, but …
He jumped to his feet and flattened his all white clothes, before he stepped closely to the door. He hesitated a little, before he pressed his ear against the wood.

„Jaejoong, are yo –“

„Sshht!!“, he interrupted Mr. Lee (or Mr. Lee's voice...) sizzling and harkened for any sound behind the door. Jaejoong knocked slightly against it and waited some seconds, but nothing happened.

„Maybe you need to call her.“

A frightened scream left Jaejoong's lips and he rapidly turned around. He stared at the little boy from his dream, standing in the middle of the room.

„W-what are you doing here?!“, Jaejoong asked and gasped for air, pressing his hand against his left chest. His heart recovered only slowly from the shock.

Like in his dream, the boy shrugged with his shoulders and went up to Jaejoong. „I'd always been here“, he stated casually and looked up to Jaejoong.

„Maybe you need to call her“, he repeated and pointed at the door.

Slowly recovering from his half heart attack, Jaejoong knitted his thin eyebrows.

„Maybe I need to call WHOM?“

The little boy rolled his eyes in annoyance about Jaejoong's question. „Our mom!“, he stated and pointed at the door again.

A shiver ran down Jaejoong's spine.

„Our mom...?“, he whispered hardly audible and kneed down in front of the boy; their eyes were on the same height now. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the boy's shoulders.

„Is my mom behind this door?!“, Jaejoong asked with a quiet voice, both excited and anxious. He briefly threw a glance at the door in the boy's back, before he looked into his dark eyes again.

„OUR mom“, the boy corrected and looked a little angered at Jaejoong's hands on his shoulders.

Discomposure showed up on Jaejoong's face.
„You are my brother?“

Jaejoong's head started to spin. It was hard for him to breath, since he felt a huge weight on his chest. Nausea crawled up his throat. This boy was –

„No, blockhead! Don't you get it?!“, the little boy exclaimed and stared at Jaejoong's eyes.

„I am you.“

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Actually I'm supposed to learn for my exams, but... writing is a good compensation for stress, isn't it? ;)
I hope you enjoyed these YunJae and ... JaeJae (?) moments, haha!