Jae-centric, but Yunho/ofc
From Jaejoong's point of view.
They don't see her the way Jaejoong does. Maybe if they did, they would love her as much as he does.
They were friends. That was it. No matter what the throngs of yaoi fangirls thought, they were never more than that. Never wanted
to be more than that.
Jaejoong had his own wants from life just as Yunho did, and none of them included the other naked and panting beneath - or over - their body.
Maybe that was why none of them understood how he could laugh and love the woman-child sprawled on the couch with her head pillowed on Yunho's lap, and legs stretching over Yoochun's to tickle Junsu's side with a pink socked foot.
They never saw the way the weight from being the "leader" would just melt away from Yunho's shoulders at the mere mention
of her name (or the way her eyes lit up at the sound of his voice)
They never saw the way Changmin would sacrifice the last piece of pizza because she allowed a hint of a pout to reach her eyes (or the way she would disappear into the kitchen and come back with it cut in half to share)
They never saw the way Junsu would slow his hell bent pace of eating to let her laughingly brush away the grain of rice stuck to his chin (or the way she was the only one that laughed at his jokes, and always invited him to bring Junho so he wouldn't have to be satisfied with just gaming together)
They never saw the way Yoochun would quickly try to hide the cigarette when she would join him on the balcony (or the way she just smiled and handed him a silver lighter monogrammed with a cricket on one side and the words 'Strength through perseverance' on the other, then pointed to the ashtray he hadn't noticed. A one armed hug, and she disappeared back inside the house. He would turn the lighter over in his hands, thinking of the words and the ashtray that he knew she didn't use, then tuck it into his pocket and follow her back to the living room where everyone else was. The rest of the pack broken in half and the tobacco scattered to the winds)
They never saw the way she always secretly doubled the order of Changmin's favorite dish when they ordered takeout on the nights no one wanted to cook. The way that she had a separate computer set up with the latest gaming technology for the times when Junho couldn't take a break from filming to come with his brother. The way Yoochun had cut down to smoking only a pack-a-week, instead of the two packs-a-day he had been at the year before she came into their life. The way she always made sure to have dinner ready for them their first night in town so Jaejoong wouldn't have to cook when all he wanted to do was sleep.
No, they never saw her the way Jaejoong did.
'But maybe that's ok,' he thought, watching as Junsu squealed with his usual eu-kyang-kyang laugh, and struggle to get away from her tickling foot. His struggles ended when Changmin plopped himself down on the older boy's lap. Then she sat up, leaning in to tickle the dolphin-boy with her fingers instead, and Jaejoong smiled as pure white wings unfurled from her back, spreading out to cocoon them all in their warmth. 'She never sees herself the way I do either.'