Fic: "For the Sake of One (You)," Chapter 8, TVXQ/DBSK/Tohoshinki

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Beta: ligerliger
Rating: R/NC-17 later
Summary: Captain Jung Yunho of the USS Valiant wants nothing more than to take his ship out into deep space and leave the memories of Earth behind; however, when he and his crew come across a destroyed Borg cube and a drone in need of help, he finds himself battling old demons and unexpected emotions. In the end, it’s the drone, struggling to remember what it means to be human, who teaches him about forgiveness, healing and maybe even love.
Warnings: Violence and language. I just wanted to write a story about the Borg. OTL Fic takes place in the TNG/DS9/VOY-era.

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | side story one | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine


First officer's personal log, stardate 45112.3: The captain has given everyone on the ship, save a few members of a skeleton crew, the day off to relax and recover from our run-in with the Borg. While I can't help but wonder how much of this is because of Jaejoong's own panicked reaction to seeing them, I won't complain.


Sunlight was always a welcome treat for the crew of the Valiant. Even if it was artificial.

The doors to the ship's large holosuite whooshed open, and Yoochun was nearly blinded by the light reflecting off white sand on the holographic beach. Whoever had created this beach program had spared no details: tall palm trees with large green leaves lined the beach and cawing seabirds flew lazily overhead. The air was warm, but not uncomfortably so, and the sky was a perfect shade of blue with not a cloud in sight. Large colorful beach umbrellas and blankets had been placed in the sand and the smell of grilling meat wafted in the air.

The simulated ocean reached well into the horizon. With the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and the salty smell of sea blowing in the breeze, Yoochun almost forgot it was a simulation. He pulled out the sunglasses he had looped on the neck of his tank top and slipped them on his face.

"Beautiful," he sighed, basking in the warmth of the sun.

"Unnecessary," the tall man next to him replied. Yoochun turned to see Changmin squinting in the sunlight and frowning. His crossed his arms, hugging a medium-sized PADD to his chest. Yoochun groaned.

"Please, Min," he began, "it's been a hard week. Can you just ... for five minutes, can you just pretend to not be a complete stick in the mud?"

Changmin had the decency to look repentant and sighed. "I agree it's been difficult these past few days, but I don't understand how goofing off on a fake Earth beach will improve anyone's mood."

"Space can be scary, Min. It's nice to have a reminder of something familiar and safe." Yoochun stepped onto the burning sand and scanned the crowd. Most of the crew had already taken advantage of the make-shift shore leave and were swimming in the ocean waves, lounging on the beach or playing volleyball at one of the nets. As was expected, none of them had elected to wear their Starfleet uniform. He turned to look back at the annoyed Vulcan. Changmin, of course, was still in his gold bridge uniform. "Please tell me you're not going to wear that the whole time."

With a curt nod, Changmin stomped past Yoochun and settled underneath the closest beach umbrella. He hesitated a moment, looking for some place to sit more dignified than the garish orange beach blanket. Unable to find anything, he sat down gracefully, his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Yoochun followed, hopping quickly from one bare foot to the other until he reached the blanket.

"It's bad enough we're wasting valuable time with this foolishness," he began. "There's no need for me to look like a fool, too." He eyed Yoochun up and down, staring pointedly at the frayed ends of his rather loud green and white swim trunks.

"Are you trying to say I look stupid, Min?"

"I'm not trying, Commander."

They both jumped, startled, at the sound of Yunho's ringing laughter. "Never change, you two," he said. Yoochun smiled happily at the sound. He hadn't heard Yunho laugh like that in ... well, quite a long time. Dressed in a pair of black board shorts and a white tank, the older officer almost looked like the carefree teen he used to be before he enrolled in Starfleet.

Yoochun huffed and pretended to be offended. "Insulting your commanding officer. I should demote you or something." He kicked at the toe of Changmin's boot.

"But you can't, so you won't," Changmin quipped. He tapped at his PADD and began reading. "Good morning, captain," he greeted Yunho.

"Yunho," Yoochun said, turning toward the older man. "Remind him that as a senior officer, it's his job to set an example for the others. Force him to smile or build a sand castle or something."

Yunho cocked an eyebrow at that. "Okay. May I remind you of that as well?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Yoochun pouted.

"I guess that's why you've been ignoring Jaejoong lately?"

Yoochun looked away. The Borg again. Yunho had spoken with him about his short temper with the recovering Human. And while Yoochun realized it wasn't necessarily Jaejoong's fault they'd encountered that cube and it was definitely thanks to him that they'd been able to escape it, he still wasn't quite ready to befriend him.

"Bionic Boy is just fine, Yunho," he said. "He's made quite a name for himself on the ship since his little show on the bridge. He's not worried about me."

"He is. He wants to fit in, and he sees gaining your acceptance as one of his biggest challenges in doing so."

Yoochun met Yunho's gaze, a familiar hurt and pain reflecting in their depths. "It's hard."

"I know," Yunho said softly. "Just ... go a little easier on him."

"Aye, aye, sir."

Yunho punched his shoulder playfully at the deference. "Helping Jaejoong might make the good doctor think more kindly of you, too."

A pink blush bloomed on Yoochun's face and spread to his bare shoulders. "Why would I care about that?"

The sound of Changmin's scoff nearly sent Yunho collapsing beside him in laughter. Yoochun kicked him again.

"What are you scoffing at?" he asked, hands on his narrow hips.

"You," Changmin replied easily. "You're a horrible liar, Commander."

"What'd he lie about?" a familiar voice asked. Yunho and Yoochun turned to see Junsu approaching them with two large beach towels in his arm and practically dragging a nervous Jaejoong behind him. Both were wearing brightly colored swim trunks, but Jaejoong had chosen to also wear a white t-shirt that nearly fell to his knees.

"Nothing!" Yoochun snapped quickly. He none-too-gently kicked a pile of sand onto Changmin's legs. "The commander's just grumpy that we all have better beach bodies than he does." The glare Changmin shot the other man could have dried up the ocean.

Releasing Jaejoong's arm to set down their towels, Junsu shot Yoochun a smirk. "It seems the commander's right. You are a horrible liar."

"Would you care to know what he was lying about?" Changmin asked, an uncharacteristically mischievous smile pulling at his lips.

"Come on, Doc," Yoochun said before Junsu could reply. "I've been dying to get in the water." He grabbed Junsu's arm and pulled him away. Junsu beamed and allowed himself to be led away. He gave Jaejoong an encouraging wave before running after Yoochun.

"That was cruel," Yunho joked as he watched the two head to the water.

Changmin shrugged. "He deserved it."

Yunho chuckled softly before looking up to see Jaejoong staring at them both in curiosity. He gave him a quick look over, his heart warming at the sight of him nearly drowning in his t-shirt. "That shirt's kind of big on you, don't you think?"

Jaejoong looked down at himself. "That's what the doctor said as well."

"Is there a reason you replicated it to be so large?"

"We don't like tight-fitting clothes, Captain. They ... irritate us." Yunho watched as nervous fingers ran along the edges of the wires embedded in Jaejoong skin. He realized he'd never asked him if the remaining implants ever caused him any pain, and made a mental note to check with Junsu about it.

"'We' again?" he asked, cocking his head in question. "I thought you'd finally figured out how to use the word 'I'?"

Jaejoong looked at him as if he were slow. "Tight clothes bother all Borg."

"Of course." It was probably too much to expect that Jaejoong had completely altered his speech after nearly a lifetime of living as a part of the Collective, but it had been encouraging at the very least to hear that single "I." It was a sign Yunho needed. A sign that his Humanity, as fragile as it was, was taking root and thriving.

He grinned, watching as Jaejoong stood awkwardly five feet away from the blanket where the doctor had let him loose.

"Jaejoong?" Yunho called to him. "Do you want to sit?"

Jaejoong sat down right where he stood, only to shoot right back up again when the hot sand burned at his skin.

"Come over here on the blanket," Yunho instructed.

Coming closer and kicking off his shoes, Jaejoong stepped onto the knit blanket and plopped down beside Changmin. The fabric of his shirt billowed around him, and from where he was still standing, Yunho could easily see down the collar of his too-large shirt. Prominent collar bones and one dusky wine-colored nipple could briefly been seen before the shirt settled back around his lean form. Yunho stared, perhaps a moment too long, and felt a sharp pinch on his foot. He looked down to to see Changmin staring up at him knowingly.

He pulled his foot away in embarrassment. It would seem his growing attraction to Jaejoong had already become an obvious problem. Guilt gnawed at him, shaming him for ogling the other man. There was no way Jaejoong would be able to understand his feelings, and he certainly wouldn't understand the lustful nature of his gaze. It was wrong to leer at him like he was some potential hook-up.

"Is this the type of beach you would visit when you were younger?" Jaejoong asked, oblivious to Yunho's thoughts. He looked up at his captain, and the other man felt heat prick his skin as the intense gaze settled on him. There was one thing about Jaejoong that Yunho never thought he'd be able to get used to, and that was the way he looked at people as if he was absorbing their every detail.

Shaking his head clear, Yunho turned to gaze out at the beach. "Sort of. Our family used to visit a lake, not an ocean, so it was nowhere near this big." Feeling flushed, he pulled off his tank top and dropped it to the blanket. Distance. Some distance would be good. It would give him a chance recollect himself. "I think I'm gonna go cool off real quick. It's burning up out here."

He jogged quickly to the water's edge, where Yoochun and Junsu stood kicking water at each other. Without a word to the other two, he ran head first into the tide, letting the cool ocean water wash over him.

Back on the shore, Jaejoong frowned. "It's not that hot," he commented. "We don't understand why the captain ran away so quickly."

Changmin reached over to adjust the collar of the large shirt. "I have an idea why," he said, attempting to keep his disapproval out of his voice. He would have to have a talk with his captain about this possible new distraction on board. It certainly wouldn't do for the commanding officer to have to douse himself in cold water every time he saw a member of his crew.

Jaejoong picked up on the other's sour mood. "You are not enjoying yourself," he stated.

"No," Changmin replied. "Not particularly." Glancing up at him, he asked, "Are you?"

"We do not understand the point of this ... outing, but it is not unenjoyable. We've— I've never been on a beach before."

"There are better things we could be doing with our time."

Jaejoong nodded in agreement. "It isn't very efficient, but it is fascinating."

Their conversation was interrupted by a squeaky high-pitched laugh coming from the water. They looked over to see Yunho grabbing his first officer underneath his arms and Junsu lifting the man's legs. Swinging once, twice, three times, they threw him into the incoming tide. Yunho had the sense to flee before the other man returned to the surface, but Junsu remained standing nearby to laugh. His squeals of happiness soon became panicked shrieks when Yoochun stood and pulled him down into the water.

Yunho watched a safe distance away, shaking his head fondly at the pair, before looking up and meeting Jaejoong's gaze. He hesitated a moment, but eventually smiled and waved at him from across the beach.

"They need to stop before they injure themselves," Changmin sighed, looking back down at his PADD.

Jaejoong grinned brightly. "We don't want them to stop. The captain looks happy."

Changmin looked up to watch the three horse-playing men. "I suppose he does." He turned to watch Jaejoong, who was still grinning and waving excitedly. "As do you."

Jaejoong shrugged. "We are enjoying watching the crew. Everyone seems much happier. It makes us feel happy."

"Well, it tends to frustrate me."

Another high-pitched squeal of laughter. They both looked to see Yoochun jump on to Junsu's back. The doctor struggled to hold his weight while Yoochun whispered something in his ear. Junsu flushed bright pink and stumbled over his feet, causing them both to fall on the soft wet sand.

"The doctor and the commander don't seem to be getting along well," Jaejoong commented. He watched as Yoochun pulled Junsu back up from the sand only to push him into the water.

Changmin rolled his eyes and resumed reading his PADD. "Ignore it. The commander tends to flirt violently."

Jaejoong frowned. "'Flirt?'" he asked, testing the word.

"Behavior Humans engage in to express romantic or sexual interest in one another."

"What kind of behavior?"

"It can vary," Changmin said with a shrug. "But, it's tends to be teasing and bantering. The commander tends to be more ... physical."

Jaejoong considered this for a moment. Behavior to express interest in sexual interest seemed horribly convoluted. "Why doesn't he just tell the doctor he wishes to copulate with him?"

"Humans," Changmin replied simply.

Apparently bored with being ignored and plenty cool, Yunho ran back up the beach to where Jaejoong and Changmin sat.

"You two are missing a lot of fun," he said, collapsing onto the blanket next to Changmin.

Changmin tapped at his screen, flipping the page of his text. "I'm enjoying myself plenty, Captain. Thank you."

Yunho rolled his eyes. "Vulcans. The wet blankets of the galaxy."

Jaejoong lifted an edge of the blanket before turning to look at Yunho quizzically. The other man grinned. "It's just an expression," he explained. "Aren't you bored up here?"

"Jaejoong has been people watching," Changmin answered for him. "The commander's antics have been incredibly ... attention-grabbing."

"People watching, huh? What have you seen?"

"The commander and the doctor appear to enjoy hurting each other, but Cmdr. Changmin says that's simply how Humans express romantic interest."

Yunho gaped, a bit taken aback, before shaking his head and grinning. "Well ... it sounds like you've seen a lot."

"Is this true? Humans mock and hurt each other as a way to create pair-bonds?"

Yunho fidgeted. Jaejoong's stare and line of questioning was making him feel hot again. This was most definitely not a topic on Humanity he ever thought he'd be teaching him. "Humans pay special attention to each other when they are interested in each other. Some people ... " he turned to look back and watch Yoochun dump a handful of water over Junsu's head. "Some people are just really loud and obvious with their attention."

"Attention," Jaejoong mumbled to himself. "That makes sense. If a Human wishes to reproduce with someone successfully, they would have to ensure their care and safety." Studying the pair, he looked from Yoochun and Junsu to Yunho and back. Suddenly, a realization hit him. "You have been flirting with us," he stated matter-of-factly.

Yunho inhaled sharply, nearly choking on his own air. Changmin looked up to stare at him, a reproachful glint in his eye. "No," Yunho said, fighting back a cough. "No, Jaejoong, I haven't been flirting with you. What ... what ever made you think that!?"

Jaejoong tilted his head mechanically as he thought. It reminded Yunho of an android accessing a memory file. "You've help us, you've protected and defended us, you let us sleep with you. That's attention you've given us you haven't given others, is it not?"

Changmin's stare became a full on glare. "Captain?" he asked, voice stern.

"It wasn't like that, Min," Yunho stammered. To Jaejoong, he said, "That's different. That's not flirting. I was ... I was just ... taking care of you," he ended weakly.

Jaejoong's brow furrowed. "We don't think we understand the difference."

"In this case, there isn't much of one," Changmin said coolly.

"You're not helping," Yunho mumbled at him. "You're my friend, Jaejoong. I take care of my friends. But taking care of someone doesn't always equal romantic interest. Understand?"

"No," Jaejoong said with a shake of his head. "But we'll believe you. You will tell us if or when you do flirt with us?"

Changmin cleared his throat. Yunho ignored it. "Yes, Jaejoong. I'll tell you."

Yunho turned away to lie back on the blanket, aware of the two pairs of eyes watching him: one curious and the other furious. Jaejoong was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. If the former drone didn't get them all assimilated, he'd force Changmin to kill him.

Jaejoong stared sadly as Yunho basked in the sun. Another misunderstanding, he lamented. Another conversation ended with him chasing away the captain's attention. Whatever he'd said had been enough for Yunho to decide that lying in silence was preferable to speaking with him. The light caused his naturally tan skin to glow warmly, and he took in the sight of Yunho's wide chest, smooth and well-muscled. Slipping a hand underneath his shirt, he felt his own torso. It was lean, but no where near as defined as Yunho's. His palm settled over the large, flat metallic implant that was embedded in his chest above his heart. He briefly wondered what the captain would say if he saw it. Would his reaction be one of fear, disgust or pity?

Yunho had turned back to find Jaejoong's gaze locked on him. "Jaejoong?" he asked, interrupting the other's thoughts. Jaejoong snapped his eyes off Yunho's chest up to his eyes. "You're staring," the captain chided gently.

"We're sorry," he said softly. "You have a nice body, Captain."

Yunho flushed and sat up. He grabbed his discarded tank top and began to pull it on over his head. Changmin looked up from his PADD to give Jaejoong a worried look.

"Jaejoong," Yunho said, as he straightened his shirt. "I don't think—"

"Our chest is ... different. It's still Borg. We're still Borg."

A look of understanding crossed Yunho's face. True, he needed distance from Jaejoong. But not until he was sure the other was able to stand on his own. He rose from his spot on the blanket and sat cross-legged next to Jaejoong. He reached out to run a finger along the metal embedded in his arm. It was surprisingly warm to the touch.

"Still Borg," Yunho repeated. "But you're getting better."

"We will never be completely Human."

"No," Yunho agreed. "But I think we've learned that might not be a horrible thing."

Jaejoong lowered his hand to his belly when a low, muffled growl gurgled.

"Sounds like you're hungry," Yunho noted. "Have you been eating regularly?"

"We eat when we're told to," Jaejoong replied with a shrug.

That worried Yunho. "How often is that?"

"At least once a day." Jaejoong noticed Yunho's frown of disapproval. "Don't worry, Captain. We are not uncomfortable."

"You should get something to eat," Changmin instructed. He pointed to a picnic table a few yards away. "There's food over there. You should be able to find something you'd like."

Jaejoong looked to where he pointed nervously. A small cluster of officers sat on one of the benches. He didn't recognize any of them as part of the group that had cornered him in the cargo bay, but he was still nervous around strangers.

"Go ahead," Yunho encouraged. "Don't be afraid. You've got more friends on this ship than you realize."

"How?" Jaejoong asked.

"By saving us all. I made sure everyone knew that it was you who helped us evade the Borg. No one will hurt you."

Persuaded, Jaejoong stood and dusted the sand off his trunks. Aware of the eyes that followed behind him, he slowly made his way to the buffet table. Yuri and Hyoyeon sat talking on one of the benches, their plates balanced on their laps.

His stomach growled louder as he studied the offerings. Platters of grilled meat and vegetables covered the table, as well as bowls of fruit salad and slaw. He stared at it all for a minute or two, unsure of what he wanted. The girls' chatter grew silent and they both turned to stare at him.

"Need something?" Yuri asked hesitantly.

"We need food," he replied.

Yuri glanced down where Hyoyeon had gripped her forearm before smiling kindly at Jaejoong. "What would you like?"

"Nothing we can't eat with our hands."

The lieutenant gave him a confused look, but reached into a cooler and handed him a frozen strawberry fruit bar. "Try this."

Pulling the plastic wrap off, he tentatively brought the cold treat to his mouth. He bit off a small chunk and it melted in his mouth easily. Surprised by the deliciousness of the bar, he finished it up five large bites.

"Another," he asked, hand out.

With a small laugh, Yuri dug in the cooler and pulled out another bar. He ripped off the packaging and took a bite. He'd eaten very few fruits since his liberation, but the fruitiness of the bar reminded him of sharing breakfast in Yunho's quarters. It tasted like the fresh berries and melon he'd prepared from them both the morning after they'd faced the Collective. It was cool and comforting.

"Another," he mumbled, mouth full of red frozen slush. "It's for the captain," he explained when she gave him a reluctant look. Grabbing the offered treat, he stood up and hurried back over to the beach blanket.

Yunho had stretched back out, napping in the warmth of the sun, when Jaejoong plopped down beside him.

"Captain, eat this," he began. He held the unopened fruit bar out in front of him while still nibbling at his own.

Yunho sat up. "What is it?"

"We aren't sure, but it's delicious." Jaejoong finished up his second bar in three more quick bites. Yunho laughed when he noticed the other man eyeing the third.

"Go ahead and eat that one," he said.

"We got this for you," Jaejoong insisted.

"Trust me, I don't mind."

Jaejoong didn't hesitate before ripping into the third bar. By this point, his face and hands were sticky with melted fruit syrup. A large piece of the quickly melting treat broke off the stick and landed on Jaejoong's lap. The Borg simply picked it up and popped it into his mouth.

Yunho tried not to stare as Jaejoong's tongue flicked out and ran along his now bright red lips. They would taste like strawberries, he imagined. Or raspberries. Whichever fruit the dessert had been flavored after. It was all he could do to keep himself from leaning in to find out.

"We've really got to teach you table manners," Yunho said with forced laugh as Jaejoong sucked the red syrup off his fingers.

"We still don't see the point." Jaejoong lapped his tongue around his thumb, dabbing at a dot of fruit that sat between his fingers. Damn, Yunho swore to himself. It was so uncomfortably hot again.

"You're all sticky." He stood up and held his hand out. "Come on, you should take a dip in the water."

Still licking on his fingers, Jaejoong looked at his outstretched hand warily. "We aren't sure ..."

"Your implants are waterproof, aren't they?"

"Of course," Jaejoong bristled. "Waterproof, shockproof and—"

"Well, then, let's go." Yunho pulled Jaejoong to his feet and down the beach to where the water lapped at the shore. He pulled them to the edge of the water and wiggled his toes in the cool wet sand. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before turning to look at Jaejoong. "It's amazing, isn't it?"

Jaejoong looked out. He scanned the horizon, searching for the water's edge. He was slightly startled when he couldn't see it. "It's ... it's big."

"Not as big as space."

"We know space," Jaejoong replied. He tightened his grip on Yunho's arm and pressed closer. He yelped, startled and surprised, when the cold ocean water suddenly lapped at his ankles.

"Ah, Jaejoong," a happy voice shouted out. He turned to see Junsu jogging toward him with a smile on his face. Yoochun trailed behind him. "How's the water?"

"Cold," he answered. Junsu grinned broadly at him and ran to his other side.

"You'll get used to it," he soothed. Hand-in-hand, the three men walked further into the ocean until they stood waist-deep in the water. They stood, looking out at the horizon when the serene peace was suddenly interrupted by water splashing in their faces.

"Yoochun!" Yunho shouted. The only answer he received was a deep-voiced guffaw. Letting go of Jaejoong's hand, the older man took off and pulled his first officer into under the water's surface.

"They'll injure themselves," Jaejoong said, repeating Changmin's earlier concern.

"They'll be fine," Junsu commented. "How have you been? I didn't get to see much of you after ... you know."

"You were busy tending to injuries. We understand. The captain helped us."

Junsu brightened. "He did?"

"Yes. We had trouble being alone and spent the night in his quarters."

A troubled look crossed Junsu's face and Jaejoong felt a prick of remorse. "We did not mean to bother him," he explained.

"That's not what I'm concerned about."

"He wasn't flirting with us!" Jaejoong felt the need to insist.

"That's what I'm concerned about," Junsu hissed. He turned to give Yunho a scolding glare. "Jaejoong, I know you may not understand it, but it's not healthy for you to form such strong attachments just yet."

Jaejoong frowned, unsure of what to say next. There was something about his relationship with the captain that Yunho and everyone else was misreading. Something big that he wasn't grasping.

He had slept with the captain, had come to him late at night when he was his most vulnerable and the other man had made him feel better. Made him feel stronger. He wasn't sure why that was a bad thing, but he didn't want anyone — least of all his own crew — judging him for it.

Maybe he'd been wrong to speak of what had happened between them. Ever since they'd had breakfast that morning, Jaejoong had noticed something different about the way Yunho treated him. He was still kind, still helpful, but now he seemed more cautious. Not the angry sort of fear he had shown when Jaejoong first arrived on the ship. It was more of a jumpy nervousness that, every once in a while, seemed to belie his usually calm and commanding demeanor. It was what sent him racing to the water earlier before and caused him to fluster when talking about the doctor and the commander. The Vulcan Changmin said he had an idea of what could be causing it and it seemed the doctor did, too, but as neither of them had told him, he doubted they'd let him in on whatever the big secret was.

Jaejoong looked over to where Yunho stood, arm slung around Yoochun as his wiped the water from the other's eyes. He was laughing and smiling louder and wider than Jaejoong had ever seen, and Jaejoong felt something in him grow brighter. The captain — Yunho, he thought — was able to do that, to continue to be so wonderfully Human, because of him.

With that thought, his resolve strengthened. Whatever the problem was, he would figure it out and he would fix it. He was smart, efficient and resourceful.

He'd protected Yunho once from the greatest threat in the galaxy; whatever was causing this strange awkwardness would be no challenge for him.

After all, he was Borg.






A/N: Ugh. So this whole thing was just supposed to be a quick little drabble where they went to a holobeach and YooSu flirted and Yunho tried not to stare at Jaejoong and Changmin judged everyone, but plot somehow got in there and Jaejoong got all curious as to why Yunho was acting so funny and yeah ... this is what happened. In my original outline, this whole scene came after the upcoming chapter, but it works better here.

For those of you who don't know, holodecks in the Trek verse are like giant, 3D-rendering rooms people can go and recreate just about anything. There have been a lot of episodes where things in them go hilariously wrong, but for the most part, they represent a form of escape or recreation for the crew.

Comments

[phinea2009.livejournal.com]

I'm glad the crew is trying to be friendlier towards Jaejoong. Jaejoong can be so cute and adorable here with those sweet treats.

Yunho is so obvious he likes Jaejoong but doesn't know it it.

I love this au and thanks for updating.

Looking forward to the next chapter.

[pazz-and-jop.livejournal.com]

Oh, Yunho knows. XD I'm glad you're like the 'verse. Thank you for commenting. =3