Bolero!Verse

Distraction

2009-03-17T01:47:43Z

Title: Distraction
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: *NC-17*
Warning: PWP ~ lots of it. X3
Genre: AU
Pairings: YooSu
Notes: This takes place not too long after Bolero.

Glowing computer screen. Morning sun sneaking through barely open blinds. Relaxing back with loose jeans, legs crossed, plain white shirt uncaringly thrown on. Cigarette freely hanging from two fingers. Yoochun was working. He directed the mouse arrow over the screen into a new box, beginning to type some simple coding with one hand. Leaning forward gradually, he inhaled deeply from the stick in his hand.

Junsu pushed open Yoochun's door after having opened it with the small key the other had recently given him and walked inside, peeking around a corner before spotting the other busy at work. Grinning to himself, he slowly crept up behind Yoochun, careful not to make a sound, and then paused, eyes caught by the sight of his lover casually raising a cigarette to his lips. Junsu's body shivered at Yoochun's lips wrapped around the stick, and his previous innocent plans were washed away by a tidal wave of lust.

Yoochun slowly removed the cigarette, dark eyes concentrating on the task at hand. As he flicked the ash off the tip, a few seconds passed before a fluid wisp of smoke exhaled from his slightly parted lips. "How long are you going to keep staring without saying hi?" A smirk met the corner of his lips as he turned his intent gaze over to where Junsu was peeking out from.

"Depends," Junsu replied, only slightly surprised that the other had heard him come in, "How long are you going to keep being sexy?" He walked across the room to where Yoochun was sitting and leaned down before giving the other a teasing kiss. "You know, smoking is bad for you."

"Hnn, but it's so addicting," he countered, lifting his hand from the keyboard to slip to Junsu's thigh and back to his rear where he unbashfully ran his palm over that curve. "Just like other things," he now hinted, smirk growing more artful. Junsu always looked good to him - ready to be taken.

"And working too hard is bad for you too." He pushed the other man back from the desk some, grateful for the wheels on the chair, and slipped into Yoochun's lap, straddling him. "You know..." Junsu's smirk mirrored his lover's, "I know something else you could wrap your lips around that you may find even more addictive..."

Sliding his other arm past Junsu's waist to set his lit cigarette down, Yoochun tilted his chin up to maintain the building gaze between them. "Do you?" Now he navigated his stare down, noting the fabric's tendency to cling to Junsu's chest. That didn't matter though as soon it would be off and forgotten about. "It's not expensive is it?" Hey, cigarettes were pricey these days. His eyes landed on their target, and he leaned in, pressing his nose flatly against the other's chest. His teeth bit lightly at Junsu's shirt, breathing out a wave of hot air, and soon his hand found its way down to only faintly knead Junsu's groin.

It was amazing to Junsu how the sound of Yoochun's voice, or slightest of touches could make him rock hard in seconds, but it was always the case these days, and he gasped, pushing into Yoochun's hand, demanding more contact. "If you're persuasive, you might even be able to get it for free..."

"I think I can convince you..." he pulled away to create just enough room to peel Junsu's shirt smoothly off. Diligently unzipping those pants and receiving a glimpse within, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled some. "Commando. You came prepared." Tugging the garment down several inches, liberating Junsu's bulge, he felt his own member stirring restlessly; especially when he ran the silken skin between the curve of his thumb and index finger.

"I've told you before, underwear is usele-" His statement was interrupted by a moan as Yoochun's skilled fingers slid up his length. "Mm... How much do you want to bet we won't make it to the bedroom again?" Junsu was momentarily distracted as he tried to remember if they'd ever made it to a bed.

"Nnn... why do you need a bed when you have a desk?" Slicking his lips with his tongue, Yoochun peered up at Junsu with a devious glint within his stare. "Just as long as you don't blow on my computer." And that glimpse of his playful smile disappeared as he lowered his chin, hair brushing against the other's bare abdomen. Gripping the base of Junsu's erection firmly, he brought his lips to the engorged tip and guided it within his mouth, only testing a taste.

"So much more healthy than a cigarette," Junsu moaned out, his fingers quickly finding Yoochun's hair. "And... mm... I'll see what I can do." Sex on Yoochun's desk - they hadn't done that yet either.

Yoochun voiced his agreement with a low octave groan and a swipe of his tongue along the rim of the hardened length. He gradually slid it further into the moistness of his mouth, making sure to relax his throat for now. Once nearly all of the other glided into his mouth, the padded wet surface of his tongue massaged Junsu nice and slow. His thumb stroked the lower part of the shaft, and he began to lazily move his mouth in upward and downward motions.

It was only moments before Yoochun had Junsu whimpering, the feeling of the other's hot mouth too much and not enough all at the same time. Junsu tried to slide back onto the desk without loosing his grip on the other's hair.

Noting Junsu's intention, Yoochun used his free hand to slide his monitor to the side for more space. Leaning forward with Junsu's movements, Yoochun kept his oral pace. Lips sealed tight around the erection, Yoochun soon accepted the whole of the other after his gripping hand moved aside. Mouth deliciously filled with the head pressing persistently against his throat, Yoochun swallowed so that the natural motion of his throat muscles stroked the tip. He groaned more as the scent, the taste, everything really was addictive.

"Damn, Yoochun, that's so fucking hot...." Junsu loosened his grip on the other's hair, choosing to grab the edge of the desk instead, and thrust into the other's mouth. "Close... already," he moaned out, following it with a short laugh.

The sides of his mouth curling at the comment and how he knew he had been very persuasive, he now just let his teeth ghost over the burning skin as he slid back up. With the brief moment of exposure, Yoochun added a few coaxing pumps with his hand, lapping at the head fervently and giving a hard suck. The pre-cum gave him a preview into what was to come, and he wanted it. Now starting a more avid, faster pace, Yoochun hollowed out his cheeks as he continued.

Junsu did his best to hold out as long as he could, wishing that the incredible sensations his lover was creating inside of him could go on forever, but he only lasted a few more seconds before everything he had poured into Yoochun's waiting mouth.

As soon as the fluid, rich in taste and warm to his mouth jetted out, he did his best to swallow as much as he could through his approving moans. Some of it seeped out from the corner of his lips, dripping down his chin. Eventually he pulled his mouth away, laying a single kiss on the tip. Darting his tongue out, he tried to clean up the remaining essence that escaped.

"Okay, I wish I had a video camera," Junsu commented as he reached out and put a hand under Yoochun's chin, guiding his head up so that he could lean down and lick at a bit of cum that the other had missed. "Yum..."

Yoochun grinned for a moment, "I'm addicted now." He immediately crashed their mouths together, kissing Junsu with a hunger of needing to taste more parts of the other. He was uncomfortably hard now and he wanted more.

When Yoochun’s lips collided with his own, Junsu’s silliness was instantaneously replaced by undeniable lust, and he groaned into the kiss, reaching down to yank at his lover’s shirt, suddenly anxious and ready to be filled, to feel Yoochun’s hard length split him apart.

Yoochun raised himself off the chair so that their weight could be concentrated more on the desk; one of his hands rested on the flat surface right beside Junsu's ass. The kiss was interrupted for his shirt to be torn off him. He instantly returned to devouring the other, prying Junsu's lips apart with a teething tug to his bottom lip followed by the entrance of his tongue. He brought one of Junsu's hands down to his aching erection asking for release from his pants.

Junsu sucked on Yoochun's tongue as he trailed his fingers over the other's erection, teasing him, before finally tugging the zipper down. Then he moved his mouth, bringing his teeth to bite on Yoochun's ear, groaning in frustration as he yanked at the other's pants.

Becoming really impatient now with a nearly naked Junsu who kept making such lewd noises, Yoochun just shimmied his pants off along with a few rough pulls of Junsu's lingering pants until finally both materials were kicked aside. "Uhnn, lube," Yoochun uttered, fumbling around now in his top desk drawer until his hands wrapped around that familiar tube. "Put it on for me," Yoochun requested heatedly, yearning fiercely for the other's touch.

"Bossy..." Junsu managed to gasp out as he poured some lube into his palm, and reached for Yoochun's erection, also eager to touch the other man. He spread the lubricant up and down the length as he turned his head to nibble at a fading mark on Yoochun's neck that he'd left there the other night, then moved.

"You like it..." A low moan came from the depths of his throat at the gel-like touch, sending forms of pleasure through him. He rocked a bit into the other's hand, reveling in the sensation. He wanted to fuck Junsu so bad. These thoughts caused his member to jerk in the other's grasp.

“I'd like it better if you were fucking my ass while you were bossing me,” Junsu retorted, fingering Yoochun's slit. “Want to try it?” By now, he was completely hard again, and more than ready for another round.

"I'll do it," Yoochun growled and dipped in to bare his teeth and sink them into the other's shoulder. After pushing Junsu's hands away from him, his own hands shot down to grip into the other's slim pelvis, sliding the other forward on the desk until his length prodded stiffly at the waiting entrance. Without another notification, the muscles in Yoochun's ass flexed as he lifted onto his toes and thrust in.

Junsu hissed in pleasure despite the pain of being entered so roughly. This was exactly what he'd wanted all along, and he wrapped his legs around Yoochun's waist, bringing him closer, as his head fell backwards. "Ah..." he panted, "like that..."

The other's heat was suffocating around Yoochun's arousal that throbbed with wanton desire. At first he delivered longer, fluid penetrations that burrowed deeply into Junsu. Each time he nearly pulled out, the motion of thrusting back in caused the other's walls to squeeze at his length, luring small grunts from Yoochun against the other's skin.

It wasn't long before the pleasurable thrusts against Junsu's pleasure spot had him trembling on the edge, and he reached down to stroke his neglected length, moaning into Yoochn's ear with every thrust.

The ardent moans made Yoochun more ravenous, craving for Junsu to mutter out any dirty thought that came to mind. To encourage this, he suddenly escalated his pace and strength of each penetration. "Tell me how you feel," he groaned out in a carnal tone. Each drive was shorter, but faster, pounding mercilessly into that clenching, searing passage.

"I... I feel..." Junsu panted, clenching around Yoochun as he continued to stroke himself, "Feel fucking... so fucking good, god Chun, don't you fucking stop." He was finding it impossible to have any coherent thoughts apart from a desire for more.

Smirking wide, Yoochun rewarded Junsu with a few particularly ruthless thrusts right into that sweet spot. Afterwards, out of pure irrationality, Yoochun abruptly slowed his speed, decreasing down to a gradual, smooth pace. As he slid into the other this way, he swatted Junsu's hands off of pleasuring himself. He then forced Junsu to lean back more, making him rest back onto his elbows. Knowing how flexible the other could be, Yoochun proceeded to remove one of those legs wrapped around him off, and eased it up onto his shoulder. This allowed Yoochun to have a new open angle to pierce.

Junsu groaned in frustration - he'd been so close to finishing. But then Yoochun shifted him around, and the new angle made Junsu cry out loudly, the other's length going so much deeper. "There, there, Yoochuuun!"

Yoochun impaled himself so much harder and farther in now, his erection pounding in to the fullest extent. Balancing Junsu's calf on his shoulder, he used his other hand to grip the other's erection at the base. He kept his hand tightly around to prevent the shuddering man from orgasming into oblivion too soon. "Yeah, you feel it? You feel how much I fuckin' want you?" The screen of the computer had just blacked out from being untouched, yet suddenly the screen shot back on as the rocking desk continually moved the mouse.

Junsu had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from screaming as his body shook with the need to release. He wanted to beg for Yoochun to let him come but he couldn't push out the words. A loud whimper was the best he could do as he continued to clench around the other man.

Teetering closer to the edge, blind spots already obscuring his vision, Yoochun finally began to vigorously tend to pumping Junsu's erection while slamming his whole weight within the other. His loins were tightening and his hard length strained for climax. "Fuck... fuck..." was the massive vocabulary in Yoochun's mind.

"Ah, ahhh!" Junsu screamed as his seed exploded in Yoochun's hand, euphoria pouring though his veins. His whole body shook from the power of his orgasm, and he started to slip off of his elbows as Yoochun continued pounding into him, causing his head to clunk into the wall. "Fuck," he gasped out, the pain only adding to the stars dancing in front of his eyes.

Pushed over the edge, a tremor of pleasure quaked Yoochun into release. His cum blasted hotly into Junsu, and he submitted his last round of thrusts until he no longer shot any essence out. Body still immersed in after waves, he remained in Junsu, dipping his head back to relish in that ecstatic feeling. His chest unsteadily raised and lowered and a light sheen of perspiration coated his neck and collarbone.

"Fuck..." Junsu laughed breathlessly, "Can we do it somewhere softer next time?" He struggled to sit up so that he could wrap his arms around his lover's neck, careful to stay joined together with him.

Tilting his chin back down to stare softly at Junsu, he briefly chuckled. "The bed might be a good idea..." From the other sitting up, he let Junsu's leg down and moved in to plant a kiss on the other's mouth. He could remain in Junsu forever if he had the option...

Junsu's legs wrapped back around Yoochun's waist. "Carry me to bed, lover," He ordered in a teasing voice as he rested his chin on the other's shoulder.

"You're the bossy one by the way," Yoochun stated, sliding his hands underneath the other's bare thighs to carry him. He glanced at his computer just to make sure it hadn't been splattered on. Heading to the bedroom, unhardened length slowly slipping out with each step, Yoochun came to the bed and threw Junsu backwards onto it, trying not to laugh.

"No duh," Junsu laughed, clinging to the other until he was flung onto the bed. "Yoochun!" he exclaimed, laughing even more. Then his laughing face turned into a smirk, and he spread his legs sluttily before cocking his finger, beckoning Yoochun closer.

Yoochun arched his eyebrows before a crooked smile extended across his lips. "You know I should be working," his voice reduced to right above a whisper. He crawled onto the bed, slowly slinking forward, eyes darting between the provocative display below and the other's mischievous expression.

"Well you have to take care of me..." Junsu ran his hands over Yoochun's back and down over his ass. "You know, I hit my head when you were fucking me... I probably need a lot of kisses to feel better."

Yoochun laughed in a low tone. "Oh really? I fucked you that hard?" His tone easily became smug, but he obliged to Junsu's inducement and laid a single kiss on the sensitive spot between the curve of one's jaw and right below the ear. A procession of small smooches ensued, trailing along Junsu's neck and shoulder and clavicle and any other part in that area.

Junsu murmured his approval as Yoochun's lips roamed his body, but then he grew quiet. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke. "Chunnie-yah, can I ask you a serious question?"

"Hnn?" Yoochun set one more kiss on Junsu before pulling away slightly, meeting the other's gaze curiously. "What is it?" He wasn't sure how often it was where Junsu asked him a 'serious' question.

Junsu reached a hand up and stroked Yoochun's cheek, contemplating his face for a few moments before speaking again. "Are you in love with me?"

Those words were spoken in the small space between them, yet still they seemed so faint and Yoochun had to ensure that he heard correctly. Silence remained as Yoochun's eyes flickered, seeking Junsu's own gaze. Suddenly Yoochun bopped Junsu square on the forehead. "Of course I am," he replied with certainty and disbelief that Junsu had to question that. "I'm more than in love with you," he continued, now pressing his lips against the spot he just hit. "Every part of you, inside and out I can't get enough of." A hand of his swept up to caress the other's side. "I'm addicted."

Junsu just blinked. He'd suspected that that was the case, but... hearing it was so much better than anything he'd expected. "I love you, Yoochun." A huge grin broke over his face. "So much."

Yoochun found himself pausing, as the intimate declaration took him off guard as he realized this really was the first time such words were admitted. Smiling a bit in this short pondering, he leaned in to lay a kiss onto Junsu's nose.

"I turned my back for five minutes and you stole my heart, Park Yoochun," Junsu continued, slowly rolling them over so that he was laying on top. "I hope you are planning on taking good care of it."

"Yeah I think I have a place where I can store it," Yoochun's eyes lowered to follow his fingers as they traveled from Junsu's elbow, up along his forearm, and finally to slide them snugly between the other's fingers.

Junsu kissed Yoochun lightly a few times, then trailed his lips along the other's jaw, then up to nibble at the tip of his nose. "It's hard to believe... I never thought I'd be the right person for a relationship like this..."

"I didn't think you would either," Yoochun joked, momentarily chuckling. As soon as the laugh came though it stopped, and his eyes lingered on Junsu. In a more reflective tone, he confessed, "I'm just glad it's with me. You have no idea..." his lips slightly faltered, as Yoochun could recall the countless times where he doubted for a mere moment that Junsu would sincerely notice him as more than a friend. Who would have thought that he had felt that way all along...

"I'm sorry..." Junsu could see the hurt on Yoochun's face. "I'm really sorry, all this time, I was being so stupid, and hurting you." He ran his fingers over his lover's face, as if memorizing the curve of Yoochun's jaw, the shape of his eyes, the softness of his lips. "I think I've always loved you."

Yoochun's eyes glided to a near close, completely relishing the tender touches. He gently unlaced their fingers so that he could slide his arms around Junsu's waist, his palms flatly pressing against the warm skin with his fingers fanning out. "Well you have time to make up for the pain you've caused." He didn't want Junsu to remain in guilt though, "...Forever, right?"

"Forever..." Junsu echoed, looking unsure. Commitment was something he'd spent most of his life being afraid of. To be tied down to someone no matter what happened... Well, it wasn't like Yoochun was proposing. "Uh..."

The expression that practically crossed Junsu's face in a grave manner caused Yoochun to snort. "Aish, look at you. I say one joking word and you already freak out," an airy chuckle left him as he used one of his hands to squeeze at Junsu's side for a small tickle; however, Yoochun reminded himself not to worry as he forced away any sign of his own rueful expression. He knew what Junsu was like when it came to the idea of a relationship. Wasn't this part of the process? To show Junsu that a long, loyal connection wasn't so ominous...

"Oh..." Junsu laughed uneasily, suspecting that Yoochun had been serious, no matter what he was saying. "I do love you..." He kissed the other man several times. "I'm just... I'm..."

"You don't have to explain," Yoochun shushed Junsu with another kiss, easing the other gently down to let their lips fall against one another. He didn't want Junsu to think anything of it. Not right now anyway.

"Tell me you love me..." Junsu murmured, pulling Yoochun closer for a deeper kiss, "I like how it sounds in your sexy voice..." He decided to put it all out of his mind for the time being. There were better things to do in bed, after all.

How could Junsu make Yoochun so easily riled up where the nerves in his body heat and spark in reaction. Voice low so that his words resonated, he professed, "I love you." One of his hands followed the slim curves of the other's back and down to the soft flesh of his ass.

Junsu moaned softly, Yoochun's deep voice waking his body yet again. "How do you do this to me?" he murmured, kissing the other's ear.

"Magic..." he muttered in English. Needing to explore more of Junsu's smooth skin, he wandered his hands along the expanse of the other's body; roaming up his back, down his sides, across his thighs, and finally to barely brush his fingertips over the arousing member of the other.

Junsu moved his hands over Yoochun as well, wanting him to feel good too. After a few moments, Junsu shifted them, rolling some so that they were both on their sides, giving each better access to the other's body. He then reached down, stroking Yoochun a few times, before sliding his hands around and over the other's ass, giving it a good squeeze. A mischievous smile grew on his face as his moved a hand, slipping his fingers between the two round globes to finger Yoochun's puckered entrance. "You know... I may not always be content with being on the bottom."

Yoochun tensed at the combination of presence at his rear and the seemingly foreboding words. “Well for now you’ll have to be.” He kindly reached back and removed Junsu’s hand from that particular area. Seriously if Junsu were even considering that, he’d need a change in demeanor. Yoochun wouldn’t let him top that easily.

Junsu pouted, struggling to put his fingers back where he’d had them. “But Chunnie… I love you.”

Yoochun just chuckled right in Junsu’s face as he tried to pull that tactic. “Not gonna work. But nice try.”

“It feels good,” Junsu murmured, struggling a bit in Yoochun’s grasp, “Promise. Are you scared?”

Yoochun immediately scoffed. “Scared. Definitely not.” Of course he was. What sane man wouldn’t be, especially when he could feel from his end how tight and how snug it was.

“Awww, that’s cute,” Junsu teased. By now he was sure that the way he’d balked at the word ‘forever’ was off Yoochun’s mind. He patted the other’s ass innocently.

Yoochun scowled a bit and in face the earlier interaction had been forgotten. “Keep talking and see what happens.” He threatened lightly and quickly pushed Junsu flat onto the bed before hopping on top of him.

Now Junsu was just talking to egg Yoochun on, curious of how far he could push the other man, and what sort of amazing sex might result from it. “I understand, I mean… let’s face it. Only a real man could handle me up his ass.” And with that, he put on his most innocent and angelic face.

Yoochun was more than appalled at his manhood being attacked. “Is that what you think?” His tone was short and disgruntled. He ran a hand through Junsu’s hair, his fingers suddenly tightening and yanking slightly so that the other’s neck was shown to him. He molded his lips to the area of skin right beside his lover’s adam’s apple. Then he scraped his teeth and tugged against Junsu’s neck.

The pain that shot through Junsu’s scalp made him moan in surprise. “Well…” He shrugged as best as he could from his current position.

In one fluid movement Yoochun rolled his hips in a wavy line, ensuring their lengths slid softly against one another. ‘Well I’m going to show you how much of a man I am,” He growled this out hotly against Junsu’s neck, licking fiercely from the base.

“Yes…” Junsu hissed, grinding against the other.

Yoochun delved a hand between their hips and began to furiously stroke at the growing lengths. His fingers wrapped around in a vice like grip as he simultaneously pumped them, rocking himself still.

Junsu moaned again, letting his head fall back, rocking his hips. “Ah… Chunnie.”

A mixed blend of their essence secreted out, coating the erect members so that as Yoochun swiftly and roughly moved his hand, wet noises of friction echoed alongside Junsu’s moans. Soon he stopped and pulled away, ordering the other, “Get on your stomach.”

“You should get on your stomach,” Junsu retorted, eyes dancing, curious as to just how far he could pish the other.

Yoochun stared in irritation for a moment, his temper flaring more. “You little…” He yanked Junsu up and immediately flipped them over. Pushing on his shoulders, he pressed Junsu’s face against the pillow. His other hand ran firmly up the other’s spine. “Junsu-yah… the day I ever do that for you will be far in the future. You’re the one who bends over for me.”

Yoochun’s voice made Junsu’s erection twitch, and he groaned as his face was pressed into the mattress. “Oh god, Yoochun…” he gasped out, tilting his ass up eagerly. “That’s so hot, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Do I care about what you want?” He was in a state of wanting Junsu so physically and mentally fucked that his body and mind refused to work. “I want to fuck you. More than you can even imagine.” He suddenly gripped the other’s hips and forcefully thrust Junsu’s ass to him, his erection colliding with the bare skin for a wave of pleasure.

“Yes yes…” Junsu groaned, grinding back hard into the other man. “Yes please yes.”

Yoochun didn’t hesitate any longer to direct his swollen length to that ring of waiting muscle and swiftly rammed himself in. A faltering grunt left him and he pounded a few more powerful times.

Junsu cried out loudly, the pain of being filled so quickly momentarily overwhelming. “Nn…gh… Yoochun…”

The natural tension of Junsu’s inner muscles drove Yoochun to claim his domination over the other even more. He squeezed his lover’s shoulders as he impaled the tightness which felt like a furnace around his erection. “What were you saying earlier,” his voice was husky, “about me not being man enough.”

Junsu gasped as the other pushed deeply into him, and struggled to answer. “Y… you… ahh…”

“That’s what I thought.” Yoochun smirked in the midst of pleasure and abruptly placed one hand in the other’s hair and forced his head back down into the pillow. Sliding hard and fast in and out of Junsu, Yoochun reached around to fervently jerk the other’s length that was bobbing with the thrusting.

Unable to anything except just lay there and take it, Junsu struggled slightly, only managing to slip further forward, more of his weight on his face. He gasped, groaning every time Yoochun thrust into him, and tightened his muscles around the other’s length.

With thighs taught from exertion and ass clenched from the motions, Yoochun bucked into Junsu with longer and deeper ones that continually slammed into his sweet gland within. This caused Junsu to leak essence from his erection and his passage.

Junsu’s groans turned into pants, and then hoarse shouts of pleasure as the other continued to pleasure him, and it was only a few minutes longer before he was coming into the other’s hand.

Yoochun had become entranced by the view of him fucking the other so that the creamy skin of Junsu’s rear had become shaded with a slight red. When the warm fluid coated his hand he immediately felt the tighter constriction and soon found himself emptying his built up climax into Junsu. “Ahhhn…”

Junsu trembled, sliding down until his body was flat against the mattress, and panted heavily. “D…damn…” He let out a shaky laugh.

With knit eyebrows, Yoochun trailed his eyes along the back of Junsu feeling smug and complacent with being the top. But damn was the right word. Never had he done so much in this amount of time. He fell onto the mattress so that he laid on his side towards Junsu. “Shit…”

The younger man turned his head toward Yoochun, a sleepy, contented grin on his face. “You’re amazing.”

Yoochun smiled lazily, “I know.” With a low exhale, he slid Junsu closer to him to settle into the much needed nap. His work he abandoned long ago would just have to be further delayed.

“I was amazing too, right?” Junsu pouted, poking Yoochun’s cheek.

“Nn… You were a superb bottom. Your ass is always so tight,” he chuckled and reached out to grab his sheets off to the side, shielding part of their bodies from the cold.

“You make it sound like that’s all I’m good for,” Junsu commented, wincing slightly as he stretched over-strained muscles before moving even closer to Yoochun. He was going to fall asleep, probably as soon as he laid still for a few moments, but he wanted to hear Yoochun’s feelings for him before he did.

“Well there’s a few other things you’re good for. That’s the main one though,” he replied jokingly. A few seconds passed before he raised a hand to touch the other’s hair. “Don’t worry. I still love you.”

Junsu stuck out his tongue. “I’ll show you lots more things to love.” He kissed Yoochun lightly, pulling away slightly to yawn. “When I’m not exhausted.”

“Looking forward to it.” Yoochun slowly blinked, the vision of Junsu fading away until he finally closed his eyes.

Junsu kissed Yoochun one last time before falling asleep as well.

Bolero - Friday Part 2

2009-03-03T10:16:53Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 8 Part 1
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: R
Warning: Nothing much.
Genre: AU
Pairings: HoMin, YehTeuk, TaeJoong
Notes: Friday is so long it didn't fit in one post :x

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Soon, everyone was exiting the stage. Eeteuk immediately returned to the crowded party, weaving between people to seek out Yunho and see what he thought about the show.

Seeing Eeteuk, Yunho widely grinned, immediately praising the show. "That was great. The clothes looked amazing. And you were a natural as always." The businessman had his hand lightly touching Changmin's as he spoke.

Changmin nodded in agreement, smiling shyly at his lover's closest best friend. "You did a wonderful job, Eeteuk-shii."

Eeteuk smiled at the two, immediately noticing their closeness. He was struck for a slight moment, once again, with that horrible jealously, not that they'd found each other, but that they were being so open about their feelings and no one was condemning them. "Thank you, both of you." He sighed, relieved that his part of the evening had gone over perfectly. 'I think it's almost safe to say that this party is a success, Hoho."

Changmin laughed at the nickname, clearly relaxing, as was Eeteuk's intention when he pulled out that silly name. If Yunho was dating him, then Eeteuk wanted to be his friend.

Yunho’s lips parted a bit looking at Changmin laughing, and reached up to pinch at his arm. "Why are you laughing?" he proceeded to sneak his other hand in to squeeze at the other's side for a devilish tickle.

Giggling, Changmin pulled away, swatting at his lover, trying to keep the wiggling fingers from getting him. "Nothing, of course."

Eeteuk was grinning from ear to ear, watching the exchange. "You guys are cute together, you know."

Yesung kept stopping, turning in a circle to scan the area, as he walked around the store. No luck. None at all. Why were so many people here? Starting to walk again, Yesung accidentally bumped into an older woman who's glass of champagne tipped in her hand, causing the contents to spill onto the floor. "Oh! Sorry!" he earnestly apologized, quickly stealing napkins and lowering himself to the floor to clean up the mess. Even in these clothes, his clumsiness seethed through. The people surrounding them dispersed to allow enough room and to avoid stepping on the small puddle. He repeatedly apologized, using each thick napkin to clean a little of the mss. HE was so embarrassed, but he tried to hide it, keeping his face down and focused.

Yunho's tickling motions on Changmin were interrupted, hearing a small commotion off to the side. "Oh? I better check it out," he shared a concerned look with Eeteuk before leaving to maneuver between the bodies and make his way towards where the incident was occurring.

Eeteuk smiled reassuringly at Changmin, then glanced in the direction Yunho had gone in concern. "I’m sure it’s nothing, but… maybe I should check it out too," he said, excusing himself from Changmin's side before following, a few steps behind his friend.

Coming to the small clearing, Yunho saw a familiar looking man knelt down, wiping furiously at the champagne on the floor. With surprise, he bent down as well, lightly touching the man's arm. "Sir, you don't need to worry. I'll have someone else come to clean it." In fact a server had already appeared to dispose of the mess.

Yesung lifted his gaze to see who was addressing him when those familiar features came into view. He nearly fell back with shock, as it was the same man who knew Eeteuk. The man who he’d met earlier in the week. "..."

Overcome with complete surprise as well, Yunho's words were lost on his tongue. "You're..." but he drifted, noticing now how the other's dark eyes darted past him to...

Bewilderment became the first emotion to invade him. Yet that was forgotten as he found himself spellbound. Yesung was utterly mesmerized at the heavenly presence standing there at the edge of the crowd.

Eeteuk walked up behind Yunho, pausing in concern and bending down as he saw the lady wiping frantically at the champagne on her designer gown, ready to lend a hand. Then he heard Yunho speaking, and looked past them to the man who was kneeling on the ground, trying to help clean up the mess, and the words he'd been preparing died on his tongue, leaving him standing there, awestruck, with his mouth hanging open.

Yesung barely registered the man slowly stand up, and he had to gather strength into his legs, urging himself to gradually stand as well. People began to turn away from the scene and return to their networks of mingling. Yesung didn't notice that though. Really the only thing his mind kept presenting to him was 'breathtaking'. As always. The thought that continually rose when he thought of... Eeteuk.

Still Eeteuk's mouth was gaping open, as he struggled to accept the fact that Yesung was standing in front of him, and that he hadn't been crazy when he'd thought he’d seen him earlier. He very slowly closed his mouth, but that was as far as he got, eyes still wide with surprise.

Yunho stared between the two, clearly observing the lack of efficient reaction between them. Knowing that this was the best for Eeteuk, Yunho clapped his friend on the shoulder and patted him a few steps forward, bringing Eeteuk a bit closer to Yesung. "I'm glad you were able to make It, Jongoon-sshi.” He placed a big smile on his face to hopefully lighten the stricken expressions on each of their faces. Eeteuk-ah, have you officially met Jongoon-sshi?"

"Ah- um..." Eeteuk licked his lips, "No, I guess not." He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and bowed politely, not knowing what else to do.

Yesung hesitated, noting the way his cheeks flushed with warmth, and he quickly bowed himself, fumbling out his name once again, "J-Jongoon, nice to um... officially? ... meet you, Eeteuk..." The other's name left him sounding more like a whisper. When he straightened, he shifted between each foot, concluding that his limbs never felt more awkward.

Yunho bit his lower lip to repress the inkling laughter. Oh this was great. "Ah, well... I'm going back to Changmin. You two should check out the desserts," he smiled once at them both, before leaving, giving one last encouraging squeeze to Eeteuk's shoulder.

"A-actually... you can call me... Jungsu..." Eeteuk said, after glaring at Yunho for abandoning him. It was the name he never used, he wouldn't even be surprised to hear that everyone had forgotten that Eeteuk wasn’t his real name, but he'd caught himself fantasizing a few times what it would sound like to hear Yesung say it. "I... I wasn't expecting..."

Jungsu, Yesung echoed within his head. That name seemed more befitting, he felt. "Neither was I..." Yesung admitted, only wishing a moment later he could have said something else. Maybe a, 'so your expectations were exceeded?' But knowing himself, his honest (no matter how uncool they were) thoughts always came out. "Dessert?" he cringed slightly, as that word popped into his mind from the earlier suggestion.

Eeteuk nodded. "Dessert." He walked with the other towards the table that was covered with various decadent looking desserts, trying to think of what he could say. "Are... you enjoying yourself?" He looked around, trying to spot Yunho, hoping that the other would return and rescue him from this awkward conversation, because as much as he’d anticipated meeting Yesung, the things that he’d imagined them talking about weren’t… really… things he could actually say.

The landscape of all these exquisite looking desserts reminded Yesung of his rather hungry stomach, and being used to a much lower quality of food, the spread seemed miraculous. "What is this..." he questioned quietly, before his eyebrows shot up at Eeteuk asking a question. "Oh, well..." his lips lowered to a small frown, "Seeing as how I've never been to such a party, don't really know anyone, and caused a lady to spill her champagne, it's been pretty good. I'm more surprised at how I haven't created even more havoc," a small laugh escaped for him at his own joke, but it quickly faded once it clicked that the joke wasn't that funny.

Eeteuk smiled sympathetically. "Well you know me.... sort of." He hesitated, a question popping into his head that he was afraid to ask the other... afraid of the answer. "I don't suppose you remember me... you probably didn't even see me... last week, in the park. I saw you painting..." He paused, not wanting to sound like a stalker or something. The voice of Yesung's roommate echoed in his head... He's completely in love with you!, but that was something he couldn't make himself believe. Not for a moment.

Selecting a danish type of cookie, Yesung lifted it to his mouth but thanked any almighty force he hadn't eaten it for he surely would have choked at that question. "Last week?" he blinked several times wondering if he should reveal how he painted Eeteuk, enchanted by his beauty. But that would be way too much. "Well actually... I did." How could he not? "I was hoping you hadn't seen me," he weakly smiled, remembering the embarrassing incident.

"I just..." Eeteuk took some random dessert too, to be polite, not even paying attention to what it was, and continued. "I was wondering... what you were painting."

And immediately a powerful heat breached his face, and he stared down at his unbitten cookie, pressing his lips together. His mind raved with how to answer that question. Finally he stared up at Eeteuk, eyes exhibiting an unfeigned boldness, "...You." His hand quavered just the smallest bit, dreading the anticipated response.

Eeteuk dropped the dessert he was holding and stared. He'd let his mind wander to all sorts of things that the other might have been painting, but that was one possibility that had never crossed his mind. "Why...me..."

Yesung looked off to the side, unable to see the other's expression. "Because..." his lips formed the words and his voice raised just enough, "...you took my breath away." Now his chest felt tight with each beat of his heart. He had said the words within his mind ever since.

“Me?” Eeteuk asked, genuinely surprised despite what Yesung’s roommate had told him. “I‘m not… I mean…” He wasn’t sure what he meant. There were too many thoughts bouncing around in his head. But one in particular kept bothering him. Yesung seemed nice- and he didn’t deserve to be caught up with Eeteuk. He’d just end up getting hurt. Things never worked out with Eeteuk.

The truth already came out so Yesung felt no need to hide from it anymore. Hearling those small mutters of denial, he gazed at Eeteuk more openly, a light frown laid upon his lips. “I don’t think I can say the words on… what I think.” He had a vivid image but how could he express that to Eeteuk? “But I do know… you‘re far too good for…” he wanted to say himself, but the despair of that thought led him to finally bite softly into the cookie, which was very delicious.

“Too…” Eeteuk shook his head, and to his horror, could feel that if the wasn’t careful, he’d be crying any moment, the realization that he was pushing something away that he wanted so badly difficult to bear. “I… may look pretty, but on the inside, I‘m a mess. I‘m so broken…” He breathed deeply, closing his eyes for m a moment. Being honest with Yesung was more painful than he could have imagined, and it didn’t make sense. Yesung was a stranger, after all.

Reality sunk in as Yesung realized how much he really didn’t know Eeteuk. He saw this man as a stunning artwork, yet failed to see the soul beyond those downcast eyes. His voice sounded foreign as the next words entered the air, “Well have you tried… to put those broken pieces back together?”

“I don’t know how.” Eeteuk blinked back a tear, embarrassed that he was losing it in the middle of the party, and in front of someone he barely knew.

Yesung could see the cloud of devastation condense above Eeteuk and he so desired to see the clouds part and the sun reign through. “I… we don’t know each other well, and… I don’t know what pain you’ve experienced.” The party had long left his mind with Eeteuk on the forefront. “And I don‘t know how good I am at gluing things back together. But…” he slowly exhaled. “If you hand me the pieces,” He’d never felt more unsure and determined at the same time; “I can at least create something new with them.” His genuine gaze rested on Eeteuk.

Eeteuk couldn’t understand why Yesung would even want to try… But the offer was so tempting - just a taste of the heaven Eeteuk knew was hiding in the artist’s heart seemed worth whatever might happen as a result. “Maybe,” he took a deep breath. “I know I want to be friends with you…”

The developed lump in his throat finally left, despite his infernal negative thoughts that mocked him for even wanting in some way, something more than friendship with Eeteuk. Yet he was still relieved and thankful that it seemed the other allowed him a small chance. “Then, as a new friend, I recommend the cookies.” He still had the half bitten treat in his hand and almost offered it but realized that probably wouldn’t be appealing.

That made Eeteuk laugh, but he quickly covered his mouth, knowing how silly his laugh was. “I‘ll have one then.” He reached out and took one, then nibbled at it. It was amazing, not that he was surprised.

Yesung automatically flushed at the laugh, deciding that instant he preferred the wondrous sound of it over any noise. He finished off the cookie and glanced around, remembering they were at the party. “I’m still confused as to…” He twirled his finger signaling to everything, “What this is all for.” He tried his best into inviting Eeteuk away from the earlier solemnity.

“And I‘m still confused about why you‘re here, not that I‘m complaining…” Eeteuk looked around the store. “This party is for the grand opening of this store, Bolero. A lot of people worked for a long time to design this line of clothing…” He gestured to what he was wearing. “This is the first item we created.” He smiled proudly. “We‘re celebrating… that Yunho‘s dream is finally a reality.”

Yesung’s lips turned slightly into an awkward smile as he explained, “Well… I was first invited by um… Yunho-shii? And I guess you could say I made it here by the help of my friends.” He would definitely have to thank them later, he mused, fingering the hem of the vest. Hearing the history of the party’s purpose made him nod and inquire, “So I can only guess you helped with this all.” The garment Eeteuk wore spoke volumes.

“Yunho… Why am I not surprised?” Eeteuk laughed. “And… I was in charge of a lot of the clothing design… and the models…” he trailed off, for the first time paying attention to what Yesung was wearing. “Your outfit is amazing. Who is the designer?” He didn’t recognize it, and Eeteuk usually prided himself on keeping up with fashion, so that was unusual.

“Oh,” Yesung also stared down, taking in the view of a much appreciated set of clothes, “My friend… Lee Sungmin.” Yesung grinned a little, knowing if Sungmin were here he’d probably clap and bounce. “He wants to become a big name designer, I‘m sure.”

“Well it looks like he does good work,” Eeteuk commented, using the current conversation as an excuse to check out the other man, running his eyes down along Yesung’s body, “Maybe you could introduce me some time?”

Really this whole notion of being able to spend time with Eeteuk outside of this party made Yesung’s heart leap an extra mile. “Of course.”

Further down the table of dessert, Jaejoong watched Eeteuk and whoever the other guy was converse. Truthfully, he never saw Eeteuk in company with someone outside of the usual sphere. The man looked decent and pretty wealthy by his clothes, causing Jaejoong to wonder if he was another potential business partner.

“Jae baby, why do you look so sad?” Slipping up behind him, Kim Taegoon ran a hand over the nape of the other man’s neck, tickling him a bit. “Don‘t you know parties are supposed to be fun?”

Jaejoong nearly dropped his glass at the sudden caress to his neck and he stared up widely to the culprit, "Taegoon?" His full lips went ajar as he quickly looked around before leaning to whisper harshly, "What are you doing here? I didn't think you were invited!" What a way to make the night even more... interesting.

Taegoon's grin quickly filled his face as he took Jaejoong's champagne glass from his hand and took a large sip. "Mm." He then laughed at the look on Jaejoong's face. "I wouldn't say I was invited per say, but... It's not like anyone is going to notice an extra person. And poor me, alone while you are off having fun. How fair is that?"

Jaejoong rolled his eyes and let the other keep the glass. He crossed his eyebrows mildly as he purposely focused elsewhere. "I don't know why you're speaking like that. There's nothing between us anymore."

"A~ah. I know that." Taegoon pursed his lips, looking at the other man thoughtfully. "But I can dream, can't I?" Then he laughed. "Anyway, I'm starving. Want to attack the buffet with me?"

How cheesy. Jaejoong let his eyes drift about, soon sighing softly. "Fine, since there's nothing else to do," he walked first towards one of the tables, coming to the one with the butter crackers, soft bread, and an array of cheeses. He wasn't sure which ones he should go for.

Taegoon immediately walked over, grabbing a plate, and started piling it high with everything he could get his hands on. "Wow this all looks so good! I bet they spent like a hundred dollars just on the crackers!"

Jaejoong was horrified at his actions. "Could you be less obvious?" he slapped at Taegoon's hand as it as reaching for a roll. "Contain yourself," he reprimanded, now just stealing one of the small slices of cheese on the other's stacked plate.

"Yes, umma," Taegoon laughed, snatching for the roll as soon as Jaejoong's hand was busy with the cheese. "Come on, it's not like I see food like this every day."

Jaejoong scowled, and with the added use of that title, he really did feel his mother hen sensibilities sneaking up. "Alright... but only because there's so much food not being eaten because this place is surrounded with models," he mumbled. He wanted a new glass of champagne though, so as a server walked by he simply grabbed one.

Taegoon looked around for somewhere to sit, but there wasn't anywhere, so he decided to simply go over and lean against a wall while he devoured his plate of goodies. He looked up to see Jaejoong walking back with a new glass of champagne just as he was sucking some cheese off a finger. "Mm.... You look hot, by the way," he commented as he glanced down at Jaejoong's swaying hips.

Jaejoong always hated that pure honesty from Taegoon, and he found that his cheeks were filling with an unwelcome hotness. But then again, he secretly loved it too. "I already knew that thank you," he kept the aloof expression, casually slipping the drink.

"I'm sure you did." Taegoon picked up a cracker that was covered in something yummy looking and pushed it into Jaejoong's mouth. "You should eat more." Then his face crinkled up into a goofy grin. "I like a little meat on my women."

Jaejoong couldn't immediately protest his statement with the food in his mouth. But he quickly swallowed it, and pushed Taegoon on the arm. "Keep your thoughts to yourself," he ordered, not noticing the crumb right at the corner of his chin.

His grin only grew as Taegoon noticed the crumb. "Okay," he agreed, leaning over to lick away the crumb. "But you didn't say anything about my tongue." He laughed, pulling back, and went back to devouring his feast.

Jaejoong retaliated with a small curse at the other, and didn't have a napkin to wipe at his damp skin. All of his previous revelations of being dejected from no one actively pursuing him completely went null; he had forgotten about Taegoon. How could he forget, he pondered. "You're... unbelievable." Was all he could react with, turning to look the other way as just the tiniest smile reached his lips.

“So…” Eeteuk glanced around, unsure where their conversation should go. All he did know was that now that he had Yesung beside him, he didn’t want to let him go. “I‘d introduce you to Yunho, but I guess you‘ve already met…”

Yesung winced thinking of how he and Yunho initially met. “Well I wouldn’t really consider that the best way of meeting. So I would like to meet him in a more… normal way.”

“Oh, okay,” Eeteuk replied, amused. “You‘ll have to tell me about that sometime.” He looked around, finally spotting Yunho, who was of course with Changmin. “Let‘s go then.”

An older man had just finished talking with Yunho and Changmin, and as soon as he left, Yunho saw Eeteuk come up with Yesung trailing behind. They both seemed to be in functioning order and in much higher spirits. “Hey,” Yunho greeted them with a smile.

“Hey,” Eeteuk responded, glancing over his shoulder at Yesung, “I just thought I’d officially introduce you to… Yesung. Even though apparently you’ve already met.

“Ah, Yesung-shii, Yunho held out his hand. “Nice to really meet you.”

Yesung shook the other’s hand, trying not to admire how charismatic Yunho was. “Nice to meet you too.” He bowed a bit and glance back to Eeteuk nervously before his eyes eventually fell on the tall man beside Yunho. Yunho noticed the look. “Oh, This is Changmin, my… boyfriend.” This would be the first of many introductions wehre he would say this, and it felt nice.

Flushing slightly at the sound of Yunho calling him ‘boyfriend’, Changmin bowed his head, smiling. “Nice to meet you.”

Eeteuk watched the interation of his best friend and his… new friend, the happy feeling inside of him slowly growing. Then he glanced at his watch. “Ah, time has gone fast, hasn’t it? The party is already almost over.”

A little heat tingled at Yesung's ears as well from the image of the two taller men being... together.

"Oh?" Yunho took a glimpse of his watch, surprised to see indeed, the official time of the party was coming to an end. There was relief in that. "Wow, well this won't be the only time we see each other right?" Yunho questioned Yesung, flickering his gaze towards Eeteuk as well.

"Ah..." Eeteuk looked back at Yesung, unsure, and a little bit afraid, to be honest. though it was hard to tell if it was from the thought of what Yesung meant to him already, or the thought of never seeing him again. "I..."

Yesung's eyebrows raised a little as he met Eeteuk's gaze. For a moment he was speechless, but quickly recovered, "I hope not." Without even thinking, he knew a smile grew along his lips.

The other's smile was contagious, and Eeteuk found himself smiling widely, showing off his dimple. "I'm sure it won't." He wouldn't let it be.

Yunho stared between the two, yearning warmth for Eeteuk and Yesung to grow together in their relationship rising in him. He already could see the difference emanating from his close friend. "Good," Yunho responded.

Feeling awkward, unsure of what he could say in this conversation, Changmin finally cleared his throat. "We should all have some champagne. And do a toast. Since Yunho's party was so successful." He squeezed his lover's hand, smiling brightly at the other.

Sharing a smile with Changmin, Yunho chuckled and signaled a waiter to come over. After each person received their slim glasses, Yunho raised his to first speak, "I just want to acknowledge the long months spent of hard work. Not only is this the start of a new path for UKE, but it's the start of new relationships." At this he nodded to Eeteuk and Yesung. "Tonight is evidence of a thriving dream becoming reality," he finished, waiting for anyone else to add anything.

Eeteuk held his glass high, the shadows gone from his smile for the first time in a while as he spoke. "Congratulations, Yunho. This is your night. I'm so happy that I'm able to be here to witness your dream come true."

Yunho lightly laughed once again, "Couldn't have done it without you."

The twinkling of champagne glasses tapping rang past the blended noises of the party, as they all threw out a "Cheers" and drank.

From there, people began to trail out, the mass of people decreasing until only a few sparse groups of people still remained. The clean up crew began to move about the area, actively putting the store back into order. The trot rapper, Eunhyuk, had his arm slung around someone as he rose his champagne to each person he passed, thanking them for being such a good ahjumma.

Yunho had briefly spotted Jaejoong leaving with someone, but paid no mind to it as he helped direct some of the workers. Finally, the place was nearly empty except for a select few.

"Well..." Yunho stood alone with Eeteuk now as Changmin and Yesung were off somewhere helping the clean up process, "...can you guess what I'm going to say?"

“No,” Eeteuk immediately replied, even though he had a few ideas, “Is it something embarrassing?”

Yunho grinned a little too widely. “Hmmm…. Well, I‘m going to go home with Changmin…” .Yunho didn’t even know how Yesung came tonight but he still made the implication.

Eeteuk nodded, not really seeing where Yunho was going with this. “I assumed… And I don‘t want any details.” Then he laughed. “What? Are you worried about how I’ll get home? It‘s not the first time I‘ve taken a cab.”

Yunho let the anticipation for his response linger a little longer before he finally responded with, “Cool. You and Yesung can take one together then.” A smile eased across his lips maybe a little bit too mischievously.

Eeteuk’s smile faltered as that possibility sank into his head. “But…” he looked over across the store, where Yesung was laughing at something Changmin had just said, “I don’t… I mean, I’m not… I don’t know if…”

“You’re just friends right?” Yunho inquired, a hint of teasing in his voice. “Don’t worry,” he shortly touched Eeteuk’s cheek before sliding past him to join the other two.

“Wait,” Eeteuk reached out, grabbing Yunho’s arm before he walked away, “Yunho… do you…” He bit his lip, once again glancing over at Yesung. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Yunho had not expected such a question and remained silent in surprise. His line of sight navigated over to Changmin and returned to Eeteuk. He never actually reflected on this but he smiled warmly and assuringly at his best friend who seemed to be struggling with his own feelings. “I believe love can come in many ways.”

Eeteuk nodded unsurely, gaze still fixed on Yesung. “He’s nice right? And handsome…”

Yunho could see some form of solidarity growing in his friend’s eyes. He leaned in towards the other to softly say, “Eeteuk-ah, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m doing my best.” Eeteuk took a deep breath and let it out slowly, fisting his hands. “I… it could be good, I think. If I let it.”

“Well you’ll never know unless you do.” Then Yunho decided to utter one more thought of his. “Eeteuk… I think it’s about time you experience joy.” Joy… something so much deeper than happiness; like the feeling Yunho received waking up beside Changmin. With that, he began to walk off.

Eeteuk stood there for a moment before following his friend, and soon they were helping everyone clean up, and it wasn’t much longer before they were done and it was time to go.

Catching Changmin’s eye, Yunho announced, “Well, Changmin and I shall be going now.” He took theses seconds to say farewell to Eeteuk and Yesung, sending one more nod of encouragement in his friend’s direction. While walking out, Yunho asked his boyfriend, “Is the rest of your night clear?”

Changmin’s eyes obviously lit up at the question. “Yep, I’m free!”

As soon as they entered the cooler night air, Yunho tugged Changmin along down the sidewalk. Soon, he stopped and breathed out, turning to the other and slipping a slender hand behind Changmin’s neck. Before anything could be said, he pressed his lips against the other pair, finally feeling somewhat relinquished of the desire he had all night.

Changmin wasn’t expecting the kiss, but he was glad for it, having missed the other’s lips all day, and he slipped his arms around Yunho’s neck and purred into the kiss, smiling as they pulled apart. “Dancing with you in front of everyone… Being so open with… …it was really romantic.” Then he laughed at himself.

Once the other two were gone, Eeteuk cleared his throat, glancing at Yesung. “So… how are you getting home?”

Yesung was so used to saying the bus or train that he almost did; however, he caught himself in time. “I-I… have a car.”

Eeteuk nodded, looking around for a moment, feeling uncharacteristically awkward before responding. “I had to ask, but… could you give me a ride home? Yunho brought me here, and I think he forgot. …And I didn’t want to interrupt those two.”

Yunho laughed at Changmin as well. The other really made it sound like a movie. "If there's anything in the papers tomorrow, I hope they mention how lucky I am to be with such a good looking guy." The sides of his mouth magnetically rose. "In fact, I think we should hurry back to my place yeah?"

Changmin's laughed died down, and he nodded, slipping his arm around Yunho's. "Sounds good."

Yesung had a slight double take, the emotions in his eyes portraying surprise. Gradually he grinned, "Of course. Where do you live?" he began to walk in pace with Eeteuk to leave, his steps feeling flamboyant now.

"It's not too far..." Eeteuk walked with the other, feeling more shy than he'd expected. "I'm sorry, I think Yunho forgot that he drove me here."

Yesung laughed a little. "No I don't mind at all. I mean... I think I'm a safe enough driver." Only just now did he realize how far he had to park the car. It was slightly cool, but he thankfully was warm in his clothes. He glanced to Eeteuk though, "Are you cold at all?"

It was cold, and Eeteuk wasn't dressed for the weather, but he smiled reassuringly. "I'll be okay. Your car has heat, right?" He laughed, shivering slightly.

Yesung silently thanked Sungmin for lending him a jacket at the last second. "Here, take this," he had to stop in his tracks as he smoothly slipped it off his shoulders.

"But then you'll be cold..." Eeteuk said, not wanting to accept the jacket, but then it fell over his shoulders and he felt the warmth of the other man settle around him, and his protest died on his lips. "Thank you... Jongoon...shii."

After gently swooping the jacket over Eeteuk and ensuring it would stay, a faint smile traveled to his features, "You're welcome." For a moment there his chest tightened, the small utterance of his name reaching the crisp night. Yet he knew that Eeteuk wanted to be merely friends, and he accepted that graciously.

“Are you sure you aren’t too cold?” Eeteuk felt badly, leaving the other man jacketless.

Yesung continued walking, moving his arms and smiling over at Eeteuk. "Perfectly warm."

Eeteuk smiled at the other and continued walking beside him. "Did you enjoy the party?"

Yesung stared up briefly in pondering and nodded coming to his conclusion. "Yeah. Well... at first I felt utterly lost, but after... seeing you," he focused on Eeteuk, "it was really enjoyable. I had lots of fun." Up ahead was the red corvette, parked safely and soundly to Yesung's immense relief.

"I had a lot more fun once you got there too," Eeteuk walked up with Yesung to the car, and his eyes widened, as he looked it over. "This car is amazing! Your paintings must be worth..." He trailed off, realizing that that wasn't really appropriate conversation with a semi-stranger. "Ah, sorry."

Yesung laughed with hesitance, running a hand through the back of his hair. Now he wondered if he should be truthful. The idea that he could be rich enough to support Eeteuk for eternity was an ideal one... but... "Actually, I wish that was the case," he took out the keys to open it. "But... I borrowed it for the night." Inside he took more time to appreciate just how nice it really was since the nerves of the party weren't hazing his mind.

"Oh," Eeteuk grinned. "Well it's better to have amazing friends than an amazing car. And someone who would trust you with something as nice as this must be great." He slid into the passenger seat.

Hearing Eeteuk speak those words caused Yesung to fill with wonder, since all of this time he felt he needed to be rich and successful in order to really impress the other. Yet this gave him a little more courage in revealing to Eeteuk his real lifestyle. "I agree." Starting the car up, he began to listen to the other's directions for where to drive.

Eeteuk listed off the directions on how to get to his apartment, and tried to hide the fact that he was watching Yesung as he drove, trying to memorize small details about the other's appearance that he hadn't been able to on their previous meetings.

Lost in his own world in how he was going to say goodbye to Eeteuk, the extra long glances coming from the passenger seat went unnoticed by Yesung. "Umm... is this one it?" he asked, leaning forward to peer through the windshield up at the building he was approaching. There were several buildings in a row so he was unsure of which one it was.

"It's that one," Eeteuk responded, helping the other by pointing it out, sorry that the trip had ended so quickly.

Pulling over, Yesung's mind flashed with two possibilities. One, just smile and wave and watch Eeteuk get out, or two, walk the other to the door. Even though the latter was what he undoubtedly wanted to do, it obviously was the more difficult one. His body set in motion though as he put the car in park and turned it off. Now words stumbled from his mouth, "I-I can walk you up." He unbuckled his seatbelt and swallowed away any anxiety as he opened his door.

Fear flashed accross Eeteuk's features for a moment as he remembered what had happened the last time he'd been walked to the door, but he quickly hid it, nodding with a slightly forced smile. "Thanks." He knew that there was no reason not to trust Yesung, but part of him was still nervous. Still... he wasn't ready to say goodbye. Eeteuk climbed out of the car, shutting his door behind him, and began walking up the path.

From outside Yesung could tell the building was upscale and accommodating; just how he imagined the place Eeteuk lived at. "Wow, this is so n-" Yet in the seconds his eyes were praising the apartments, his shoe caught on something purposely wanting to embarrass Yesung for the rest of his life. He tripped and fell to the ground, landing on his hands and knees with a small thud.

Eeteuk was immediately kneeling at his side. "Are you okay?" He reached for the other's hands, holding them up to search for any sign of a scrape.

A slight sting still lingered as he watched Eeteuk inspect his small hands. "I'm fine. I'm used to... tripping and stuff." This scenario reminded him of just a week ago, in front of the car.... the groceries; but he didn't want to depart this time around. A warmth dwelling in him rose to his cheeks, and Yesung had to drag his gaze away from Eeteuk.

"You trip a lot when I'm not here too?" Eeteuk slid his thumbs over the palms of the other's hands, then pulled back suddenly, embarrassed. He stood up, trying not to make eye contact with Yesung, as he really was staring way too much, and held out his hand to help the other man get up.

In the presence of Eeteuk, Yesung began to see new dispositions within himself; one of them being the chaste desires he felt towards the other. "Thank you..." he took the other's hand and stood up, noting how soft Eeteuk's skin was. Pulling his hand away slowly, he watched his steps more closely as they came to the door.

When they reached the door, Eeteuk turned around, fingering his key. "Thank you for the ride, Jongoon-shii..."

Yesung smiled and nodded, "I would say anytime, but... I don't think I can borrow it that often." He quietly laughed. Taking a step back, Yesung could have sworn a string connected them for that one small movement, making his legs feel heavy. "Have a good night.... Jungsu-shii..." he turned on his heel.

"Jongoon-shii," Eeteuk said quickly, before the other walked away. "Your jacket..."

"Oh-" Looking over his shoulder before turning back around, he closed the short length of distance between them and sheepishly smiled as he took the jacket in his hand. "Thank you." Now he had to 're-leave'.

"Jongoon-shii," Eeteuk said, stopping the other from leaving once again. "Car... if you like driving, my car... I am the worst driver ever, so it just sits in the garage." He hoped the other wouldn't think it was a weird offer, but it would be an excuse to see the other again.

"I-I couldn't... I mean, I..." he couldn't conceive that possibility, as he could only assume the car was in flawless condition. His initial objection though began to fade, "...Well... since it would be driving you around... whenever you needed..." Now he was extroverting, "...that would be nice." Nice. Couldn't he have selected a better word?

Great. Now it sounded like Eeteuk was trying to get him to be his chauffer or something. "I'm fine getting places, I just meant... well, I thought you might like... I mean, my car is completely ignored. And you seemed to enjoy driving." Maybe it was better to change the subject, since he was sounding completely stupid. Or better yet, let Yesung leave already. But... that was hard. "Um... can we exchange numbers?" Eeteuk finally said, pulling his cell phone out of his pants pocket.

Never having been in any situations like this before, he felt like he was somehow inadequate. "Oh! Yes, that would probably be good," he patted his pockets down, finally slipping it out. His contact list was pathetic, but he added Eeteuk's number, liking how his smaller amount of people made it easier to find the other's name. "Okay, now I think... that's all?"

Without thinking about it at all, because of course, had he thought about it, he never would have done it, Eeteuk took a step forward, and leaned in, pressing his lips against the other's cheek.

In his painter's mind, the illumination of vivid colors met his vision as soon as the kiss landed on his cheek. Brushstrokes could easily depict the flow of pleasure that cascaded through Yesung and he no longer could breathe. The brief peck's feeling still remained on his cheek as Eeteuk pulled away. Yesung automatically touched his skin to make sure that actually happened. No words left him, but maybe the disoriented smile was evidence enough to how he felt.

"I'm sorry," Eeteuk flushed, ducking his head as he backed away, lips still tingling from the electricity he'd felt when his lips connected with the other's face. But even though he apologized, he couldn't keep the smile from his face, especially when he noticed that the other was smiling as well. "Will you call me? I'd like to see your paintings some time." He took a step back, closer to the door.

Once coherency was in his vocabulary again, Yesung blinked several times before nodding. "Yes. Of course," he stepped backwards, but had to turn so he didn't fall down or anything. "Have a good sleep!" he called, throwing back another smile to the man who exuded beauty. As he walked away, Yesung just knew the brilliant angel within Eeteuk would someday ascend.

"You too!" Eeteuk called back, beaming widely, "And drive safely!" He watched the other get into his car before unlocking his front door and walking inside. Closing the door behind him, he slowly slid to the floor, doing his best to keep from squealing like a middle school girl. After a few minutes, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent Yunho a quick text, hoping that it wouldn't disturb his friend, who was probably busy with Changmin. It read, “I’m going to take a chance, and flex my wings, and see what happens. Because after seeing your happiness, I don’t want to settle for anything less than heaven.”

Bolero ~ Friday (TaeJoong)

2009-03-03T05:30:54Z

Title: Bolero ~ TaeJoong - Friday Night
Rating: NC-17
Warning: naughty naughty boys >3
Genre: AU
Pairings: Taegoon x Jaejoong
Notes: Taegoon and Jaejoong left the party together, and... yeah.

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Jaejoong by now was on his fifth glass of champagne. The reason being Taegoon kept stealing his drinks. “Please tell me you’ve done enough damage and are leaving soon,” he said coolly, gaze focused elsewhere.

Laughing, Taegoon sipped at his champagne. He had no idea how much he’d had by that point, but whatever. It was a party, right? “Baby, if I left early, you’d be lonely. Even if you don’t want to admit it.”

Jaejoong haughtily sighed. Was it terrible that he really felt that way… Seeing Yunho and Changmin made him more aware of his situation. But he would never admit that to Taegoon, just like he pointed out. “You speak as if I’m actually acknowledging your presence.”

“I know the truth,” Taegoon slipped an arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder. “And I guess you’ll figure it out eventually.” He finished his champagne and handed it to a passing waiter, grabbing another. “You need me.”

Jaejoong smirked to himself as an idea came. “Hmmm… Maybe you are right,” he leaned in closer to the taller one, the space between them disappearing as he pressed their bodies together. Closing the distance between their lips, he whispered, “Maybe I do need you.” But at the last second he slapped Taegoon’s cheek, “Stop dreaming.” Now he began to walk off through the crowd.

He was used to this sort of action by now, so Taegoon just rubbed his cheek and rolled his eyes. “It’s not a dream,” he called out as Jaejoong walked away. “I saw how unhappy you looked before I showed up.”

And how did he look now? Overjoyed? Thinking to himself of the initial reason for even ending whatever he and Taegoon had, he couldn’t even use that as an excuse. Yunho was already with someone and there was no indication that he and Changmin would break up. Hoping to rid himself of the party crasher, he dove deeply into the mass of people.

Sighing, Taegoon decided to give Jaejoong his space, for a few minutes at least, and went to the dessert table and helped himself to a few things. The truth was, Taegoon had seen Yunho dancing with another man, and he knew that that had to have Jaejoong upset. He’d accepted a long time ago that he’d always be second in Jaejoong’s eyes. Either way, he didn’t want him to be unhappy. Or alone.

Not much time had passed before Jaejoong became impatient. Where the hell was Taegoon? Crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his shoe unknowingly. Jaejoong scowled as he looked about waving for that nuisance to show up again. He glanced at his watch. More than five minutes had passed. He had better not have found someone else.

“Miss me already?” Taegoon had kept his eye on the other, and was more than pleased to see the other looking impatient. “He leaned in close, his breath tickling the other’s ear. “Don’t worry. You’re the only person I’m interested in.”

The warmth of the other’s breath and general presence caused Jaejoong to inwardly revel. “Who said I was worried?” he turned to face Taegoon, not open to the idea of leaving the other behind him unwatched.

“Mm… Jae baby?” Taegoon moved even closer, slipping a hand over the other’s hip. “You know, after the party, I don’t have any plans. And it looks like it’s ending soon.”

Jaejoong didn’t move from the hand on him and in fact welcomed the touch. “You know it’s been a while since you’ve come over. I’ve changed my place around. You should… come check it out.” Jaejoong knew he wouldn’t regret the invitation later, thinking about how long it had been since he’d had anyone over.

“Oh really?” Taegoon’s eyebrow raised, and his hand didn’t move off the man in front of him. “I need to see that.” He was really pleased that Jaejoong was going to have him over, obviously.

A temporary smile softly gleamed along Jaejoong’s effeminate features only to swiftly diffuse once he caught himself.

“Are you ready to go then?” Taegoon’s face lit up upon seeing the brief smile on Jaejoong’s face. “This party seems… over. And we can have a party of our own.”

Jaejoong cast a final look at the people around them, just barely spotting the tall figure of Yunho. Glancing back up to Taegoon he nodded, “Yeah let’s go.” His hand tugged on the other’s arm as he began to lead the way out.

Taegoon followed eagerly, slinging an arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Did you drive? Or did you ride in a limo?” He nuzzled the other man’s hair and smiled to himself. “Baby, you won’t regret this.”

“Can’t you wait until we’re at least out of eyesight?” he snapped at the over display of affection Taegoon was giving him. “And a limo of course.” Once outside, the valet immediately recognized him and his dark gray stretch limo pulled up.

“Maybe someone would see and get jealous.” Taegoon commented, but he moved away slightly anyway.

Jaejoong highly doubted that. The valet guy opened the door for them and Jaejoong crawled inside. Within, small lights lined the edges of the floor and a mini bar stood in the corner.

Taegoon slid in beside him, looking around the limo. “Nice.” He slid over to the minibar. “Would you like something?”

Jaejoong immediately protested, “Anything you touch in there you’re paying for.” He didn’t want his senses distorted and Taegoon had already drunk enough.

“No fun,” Taegoon pouted, sliding back towards the slightly younger man. “Jae baby… Don’t you miss me at all?” He reached out, fingering the other’s hair, that had been a different color last time they’d been together.

“To an extent,” Jaejoong replied verbally although his small flutter of the lashes revealed otherwise. He lifted his hand to glide firmly along the lapel of the other’s jacket. “Where’d you get such a nice outfit?”

“hey, you haven’t seen me in a while…” His hand wandered to Jaejoong’s knee. “I have a lot of nice things.” Although at that moment, Jaejoong outshone everything.

“I guess you’re right,” he quietly agreed. Despite all of Jaejoong’s intentional coldness, his true genuine side began to melt through. “Well you look good.”

More than happy to be watching Jaejoong’s masks dissipate, Taegoon pulled the other close and kissed his temple. “I’m really happy to be with you.”

Jaejoong permitted the other to tenderly kiss him, but after Taegoon had spoken those words Jaejoong lightly pushed him away. “Stop sounding so cheesy,” he playfully laughed, raising his hand to cover his mouth.

“Sorry,” Taegoon laughed. “But you know you’re too hot to handle, baby. You have to understand, I’ve missed this touch.” He reached for Jaejoong’s hand, wrapping his fingers around the slender wrist, and moved it up to his face, forcing the other to stroke his cheek.

Jaejoong seriously wondered sometimes how he even allowed Taegoon into his life in the first place. “Maybe I was a bit harsh to you last time…” The last time being months ago…

“I probably deserved it…” Taegoon frowned a bit, thinking back to that day when they’d said goodbye. He’d seen Jaejoong a few times since then through work, but they hadn’t really spoken. It was only when he’d seen Yunho with another man that he’d felt it would be appropriate to bother Jaejoong again. And, if he was being honest with himself, he knew he’d have a small chance with Jaejoong with the other man out of the picture.

Even if he wanted to counter with it fully being his own fault, he simply suggested, “Let’s just put that all behind us.” His fingers pressed a bit into the other’s cheek. The limo was at a stop already in front of his building. The chauffeur came around to open the door and Jaejoong forced himself to pull away and exit.

Taegoon’s eyes flashed as he quickly followed Jaejoong out of the limo and towards the other’s home. It was difficult to keep his hands from wandering all over the other man as they approached the front door. “Jae baby…” he murmured, pulling the other closer as soon as the door was unlocked.

Jaejoong eased the door open and keeping his back to Taegoon, he laced his hand within the other’s and pulled him along. “Just a little longer.” His place was just on the third floor, so he went for the stairs, stepping up them so that his hips especially swayed.

A funny noise escaped from Taegoon’s throat at what was presented to him, and he couldn’t resist running a hand over the curve of that ass as they moved up the stairs.

Jaejoong instantly slapped Taegoon’s hand, already expecting the other to do that. “Wait,” he advised, sending Taegoon a warning look over his shoulder. Reaching his floor door, he prepared his keys and moved towards his apartment door.

He didn’t say another word, keeping his eyes pinned to Jaejoong’s body as they moved towards the door.

Slipping inside, Jaejoong only flipped the light switch on for a lamp in the corner, kicked off his shoes, and tossed his keys somewhere. Without hesitance, he began to slowly head down the hall, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. He gradually and sensually lifted the fabric to unveil his pale creamy skin inch by inch.

Taegoon followed behind him, eyes locked on the bit of skin that was slowly revealed to him. He shrugged out of his coat and draped it over a chair as he walked past, following the other into the bedroom, eager to have his hands on Jaejoong once again.

In the bedroom his bed had been moved to the wall with the window. The curtains were open to a small view of the courtyard, a place Jaejoong never particularly liked but Taegoon had voiced his appreciation for before. Sliding his shirt off and to the floor, Jaejoong finally turned around. He gazed alluringly at the other, letting the light through the window wash over his bare skin.

Taegoon’s mouth went dry at the sight before him – the moonlight pouring through the window to siloutte Jaejoong’s body. He stepped forward slowly and placed his hand on the other’s chest. “Jae baby…” he finally spoke in a soft murmur, “I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t be able to let me go again.”

Jaejoong’s throat emitted a tempted moan and he languidly traced his fingertips along the other’s crisp shirt. “You better,” he exhaled, tipping his chin up as he joined his supple lips with Taegoon’s.

Taegoon moved his lips against Jaejoong's slowly, savoring the taste he'd almost forgotten, as his fingers now moved with more purpose, seeking out the piercing in Jaejoong's nipple, which he rolled between his fingertips.

Jaejoong would have gasped at the sparking sensation if his mouth hadn’t been currently enveloped by Taegoon's. Needing to feel that firm body that was at the moment concealed by the nice garments, Jaejoong gingerly began to unbutton the other's shirt. He flicked his tongue out to lap lightly against that full lower lip, coaxing Taegoon to ravish him more.

Groaning against those lips, Taegoon deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into the other's mouth, as his hand quickly moved downward. He eagerly unzipped Jaejoong's pants and slid them down, along with the underwear, and stepped forward, backing the other towards the bed.

He coiled himself to press closer to Taegoon's warm body with the disposal of each layer, finally pushing off the other's shirt. When he felt the bed, he disconnected the kiss, holding the other's gaze as he fell back. While he slowly scooted back on the bedspread, the sheets creasing with his movements, he tugged his bottom garments fully off. Casually leaning back against his palms, he coyly spread his thighs, inviting Taegoon.

This time, Taegoon's mouth did fall open slightly, the sight in front of him almost too much. He let out a deep breath that he wasn't aware he'd even been holding, and slowly stripped off all of his clothing, the whole time keeping his eyes glued on the amazing man in front of him.

Already yearning for fulfillment, Jaejoong raised two of his slim fingers, nestling them into his mouth as he began to slick them with his saliva. The wet rhythmic noises accompanied by his smaller groans traveled through the air, and soon he plopped his fingers from his slightly reddened lips. Lowering them between his parted thighs, he gazed down as he eased the two coated digits into his waiting entrance. A heavy moan practically sang from his mouth, as he began to thrust into his flexing walls.

For a moment, Taegoon couldn't even move. It had been too long... he'd almost forgotten how naughty Jaejoong could be, and his length twitched, already wet with precum just from the sight. A few moments later, he finally stepped forward, crawling up over Jaejoong. He kissed the other man lightly, then moved his lips down, over the other's neck, which he nibbled a bit. Then his mouth wandered lower, down to play with the ring pierced through the younger man's belly button. His fingers traced patterns on Jaejoong's thighs as finally his mouth found what it had been seeking, and he sucked at the tip of the other's erection.

The hot cavern that drew in his hard length elicited a demanding, "Yes, suck me Tae," with his naturally flowing voice. He lifted his hips to simultaneously slide himself further past those luscious lips and to allow him better access to fuck himself with his fingers. His arm just barely brushed along the other's skin as his fingers avidly scissored himself, preparing his passage that hadn't received attention in a long time.

With a muffled groan, Taegoon let the other man thrust into his mouth, sliding his lips down until they settled at the base of the hard length, the tip prodding the back of his throat. This was a taste he'd desired the whole time they'd been separated, and as he sucked, moving his lips back up to the tip, he let out another, even more lust-filled groan.

Jaejoong writhed, his body on fire with an electricity as vibrations rippled down his arousal, swelling his sac. The pure innate desire he had for Taegoon right now overpowered his thoughts, clouding his mind with one word, "More..." he removed his fingers which had become more damp with his inner natural secretions. He just wanted to be fucked now.

Taegoon suckled at the tip of the other's erection, earning a lovely lustful sound from Jaejoong before shifting, hands pressing the other's legs up against his stomach so that he could access then next thing his tongue desired - Jaejoong's puckered entrance. He slipped his tongue out, tracing around the edge, before slipping it inside, waiting for tight muscles to relax and let him in further.

Brimming with raw bliss, Jaejoong started to hotly pant as his ridged walls loosened to the presence of the thick, velvety tongue. A moan surrendered and he had to tangle his hands into the dark strands of the other's hair, gazing past his eyelashes to the sight of Taegoon's dark strands burrowed between his legs. He cursed here and there, tightening his toes when a particular wave of pleasure permeated his body.

Eyes closed as he worked his tongue deeper, Taegoon let out a particularly loud whimper as his neglected length rubbed against the sheet. He slid a finger in beside his tongue, wanting to be deeper inside of his lover, and then added a second, spreading the other man apart even more. It wasn't much more before he pulled back, unable to resist what was being offered to him any longer. He moved up Jaejoong's body, reaching over to the nightstand and fumbling in the drawer until his fingers wrapped around a familiar lubricant bottle. He settled back on his heels, stroking himself with the cool gel, eyes transfixed on the other's face.

With the loss of the other in him, he sensed his inner walls twitching, asking to be stroked once again. His dark eyes pined for the ample erection that he knew would tend to him soon; his gaze becoming captivated by the lubricating of it. He unconsciously licked his full lips that were becoming dry to his deep breaths. "You're going to fuck me hard." This wasn't even a question. It was an order.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to breathe, baby. You're going to forget everything except for the feel of my dick inside of you and my name on your lips." Taegoon dropped the lube somewhere, not caring, and positioned himself at Jaejoong's entrance, once again pressing his hands against the other man's thighs. A soft gasp left his mouth as he eased inside, the tight muscles gripping his length.

Oh Jaejoong loved the sound of that promise. With his legs cast apart, the ability to resist the new force submerging into him became almost impossible. Each additional inch of that rock hard length weighed Jaejoong down more; thickly filling him to the rim. A fluid, long moan left him and he had to reach his hands back, gripping at the soft pillows above his head.

"You are so beautiful baby," Taegoon panted, pausing for only a second before thrusting roughly into the other man, eager to hear more of those sinful sounds fall from the other's lips.

At the first ramming thrust, Jaejoong became keenly aware of how his insides were stretching, gloriously adjusting to Taegoon. The combination of the lube and his own foamy essence created a messy sensation that he just had to let a mildly surprised noise escape.

Taegoon pulled out, then rammed back in even deeper, the bed creaking under the force of his thrust.

In this position of vulnerability, his constricting hole open freely for use, Jaejoong could only wallow in the intense rushes of ecstasy. This early movement had even reached far within his depths to impale against his prostate, and a staggering moan echoed from him, his fingers squeezing tightly into the pillow. "Uhnnn, Tae...."

"I want you to scream my name, Just for a moment, I want you to be mine," he gasped out, pulling Jaejoong's legs over his shoulders so that he could move even deeper inside of the other, every thrust more forceful than the last.

He swore the unfathomable thrusts extended beyond his sweet spot and seemed to be filling his throat, which at first tightened in the immense amount of pleasure. The nerves in his body were fading into a state of numbness; all except for those nerves that shouted with every single powerful buck into him. "A-" A yelping sound, followed by a low mewling sound as the pleasure built. Suddenly the vision of Taegoon above him, rocking into him, blurred away into a white mist. His jaw clenched before he roughly screamed out, abs tightening as well, "Tae!!!" All of his thoughts were stricken with how gratifyingly full his body felt, and his walls erratically hugged the other's burrowed erection as he came with full blast.

Jaejoong orgasming had to be the most sensual, beautiful thing Taegoon had ever seen. The sight of the beautiful man beneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy combined with the muscles clenching his erection made him gasp loudly, pleasure running through his body. He tried to hold on, pushing again and again into Jaejoong's pleasure spot as the other's length spurted his milky essence against Taegoon's chest, but soon it was too much, and Taegoon came deep inside of his lover, his mouth open in a silent scream.

An aftermath of softer moans still departed from his lips as ensuing rushes of pleasure continued to lag in his body. Eventually he came to, sliding his eyes open to blink up at Taegoon, unsure if all of his senses were back to normal, but if he had to guess - no. The other remained in him, and he shakily released the grip he had on the pillows to run his nails softly along the other's chest. "That was... fucking mind-blowing," Jaejoong remarked, his words still unstable.

A short, breathless laugh left Taegoon as he carefully lowered Jaejoong's legs, trying to keep himself from slipping out of the other, wanting to maintain their connection. "The feeling is mutual, baby," He said, leaning down to kiss Jaejoong gently.

The other tasted of sex and all Jaejoong could inhale was sex, but he relished in it, wanting to absorb this state of being satiated. His legs finally being released, his thighs faintly grazed against Taegoon's hips, enjoying the skin to skin touch. He ran a hand through the other's slightly damp hair, a smile pulling at his lips as he moved away from the kiss.

As Taegoon leaned his forehead against the other's his breathing finally slowed down, even though his heart still felt like it was pounding in his chest. He shifted, his length still partially hard. "I missed you..." His voice was soft, barely a whisper, as he wasn't sure if he wanted Jaejoong to hear him or not.

With the small movement, Jaejoong's body in response contracted to the lingering member in him. A vague heat rushed to his cheeks and he had to swallow deeply, hearing that barely audible utterance. Staring at the other, he became enthralled in the way Taegoon momentarily struck him speechless. He was unable to properly respond, merely arching up to capture the other in a chaste kiss.

Never in Taegoon's wildest dreams had he thought that his crashing the party would lead to something like this. Sure, he'd imagined getting to go home with Jaejoong and thought of all the things he'd do to that body if he got the chance, but not this- the look in Jaejoong's eyes, the sweet kisses. He'd thought that Jaejoong was lost to him forever.

Taegoon smiled and kissed Jaejoong again, a little bit longer but just as sweet as he moved his hips in a lazy circle, still enjoying the tightness around him.

A light moan sounded from him against the other's lips at the lethargic circular motions, causing him to squeeze those inner muscles around Taegoon. If the other kept this up, he would find himself wanting another round.

"Ah..." Another round was exactly what Taegoon had in mind. After all, it wasn't every day he found himself in bed with the most beautiful man on the planet. "Mm, baby, you feel so good around me." He slowly rolled over, pulling Jaejoong with him so that now his lover was on top of him.

Jaejoong bit his lower lip while one side of his mouth lifted into a smirk. He almost forgot how much endurance Taegoon had. "It feels good?" Now he would be the one in control, he mused. "How about this?" he leaned forward, palms flat on his lover's toned chest, fingers fanned across his skin. With his knees tucked at each side of the other's hips, he raised himself slowly, hissing at how strange and erotic it was to feel Taegoon's length hardening while still immersed in him.

Taegoon slid his hands up, one moving to slowly stroke Jaejoong back to hardness as the other reached up further to finger his nipple ring. He opened his mouth to respond to Jaejoong’s question, but all that came out was a breathy moan as the other ground down hard on his length.

The delectable ministrations easily set Jaejoong back into an aroused state. He lowered his eyes shut, driving his attention to the technique in which he intentionally clenched himself around Taegoon’s new erection. As he progressed downward, he moved painfully slow to torture them both.

The other man’s movement was slow and deliciously tormentful. Teagjoon shifted so that he could peer down and watch as his erection was slowly revealed, only to be swallowed back up as Jaejoong would lower himself back down with an achingly slow move. “Jae… baby…” He panted out, sliding his hands up to press on the other’s hips, trying to get him to move faster.

Jaejoong wouldn’t submit that quickly though. He removed his hands from the other’s chest, gently taking the pair of hands at his lower waist into his own. Intertwining fingers together, Jaejoong leaned back some and continued to ride his lover at that painstaking pace. A low moan quavered from him.

With his hands caught up in the other’s, there wasn’t much Taegoon could do except drive his hips upward, meeting Jaejoong’s slow movement. “Nn… baby,” he panted, “It’s too much…”

At the upward plunge into him, Jaejoong softly cried out. He tilted his head back, the smooth line of his perspiring throat visible. He obliged minimally to the inner desires of them both, speeding up the waving motions of hips a little.

Taegoon pulled at Jaejoong’s hands, trying to get the younger man closer so that he could kiss him as their bodies continued to move together.

Being tugged forward, his eyes fell open to be met with the other’s gaze, which seemed to smolder Jaejoong with heat. Momentarily he gasped as the different angle allowed Taegoon to strike his pleasure spot. The heavy breathing from them both sent shivers down Jaejoong and he leaned in to brush his nose along the other’s cheek.

Finally freeing one of his hands, Taegoon reached up, tangling his fingers into the other’s dark hair. He pulled Jaejoong into a desperate, sloppy kiss, moaning his desire for the other man as he sped up his movement even more, thrusting up into the other as he moved his tongue in a similar movement inside of Jaejoong’s mouth.

In the kiss, Jaejoong hungrily accepted the other’s tongue, rolling his slickly against the other muscle. He was able to snug his hand between their flushed bodies and pump his erection while earnestly sliding it along Taegoon’s firm abdomen. His pelvis swirled with the motions, fire practically igniting in him from being fucked.

“Jae… Jae…” IT was too much, all of it, and taegoon suddenly released, spilling into the other man.

The warm liquid pouring into him a second time still exceeded satisfaction and he moaned in sync with Taegoon’s climax. Riding the other a few more moments to fully milk him clean, Jaejoong finally lifted himself off the flaccid length, sighing witheringly at the loss of being filled. Yet he was still on the brink of orgasm, and deeming Taegoon’s mouth as nice and skilled, he scooted up the other’s body until the tip of his dripping hardness nudged those full lips. “Suck it,” his voice was soft but stern as he stared down at his lover amorously.

All Taegoon could do was moan, tired and staed, but he was eager to pleasure Jaejoong so he willingly opened his mouth and sucked on the length that was pushed inside.

Quietly panting, Jaejoong repeatedly guided his arousal into the moist depths. His bare ass somehow felt cool and neglected but he became enveloped by the pleasurable attention he was receiving. Pounding deep into the other’s mouth soon brought him to orgasm with a shuddering moan and a tensing of his body. His hot essence emptied against Taegoon’s throat.

Taegoon’s fingers dug into Jaejoong’s ass as the warm liquid spilled down his throat, holding him in place as he sucked him dry. Finally, he pulled back, placing one last kiss on Jaejoong’s tip, a satisfied, if tired smile plastered on his face.

Truly drained in more ways than one, Jaejoong collapsed beside the other in a curl. A heavy exhale left him and he wasn’t sure if he could even move his limbs to tug the covers over them. “Ah Tae…” he wearily called out, his hand barely touching the other’s arm.

“Mm…” Taegoon rolled over, wrapping his arms around the other man. “Feels nice.” He laughed sleepily, fumbling around for the blanket. “I’m gonna sleep here tonight, k?” He tugged the blankets over their shoulders as he placed several lazy kisses over Jaejoong’s face.

Jaejoong laughed breathlessly, “I hadn’t expected otherwise.” Laying there in those arms felt… good. At this point anything that happened before seeing Taegoon at the party had far been removed from his mind. Now he fell into a slumber, knowing when he awoke, he wouldn’t regret this at all.

Taegoon fought sleep for as long as he could, wanting to enjoy the feel of Jaejoong in his arms for as long as possible. He didn’t know what the morning would bring, but whatever happened, at that moment, all was right in the world, and that thought made him happier than he could remember being in ages. Soon however, Jaejoong’s soft breathing lulled him to sleep.

Bolero - Friday Part 1

2009-03-03T03:31:29Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 8 Part 1
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: R
Warning: Implied stuff. THanks Junsu for being a perv. XD
Genre: AU
Pairings: HoMin, YooSu, YehTeuk
Notes: Friday is so long it didn't fit in one post :x

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

A nightmare jerked Eeteuk awake the next morning, alone in his too large bed. He trembled, drawing the blankets around his shoulders, and willed his breathing to steady, his heart to resume its normal beat. He closed his eyes and wasn’t at all surprised when the face of the artist… Jongoon flooded his mind. It had become habit over the past few days, his memory of their short meeting bringing him comfort. After a few moments, Eeteuk was able to slip out of bed and pull on a robe. He took a long bath, enjoying the time he had to himself… There were at least a few hours before he had to be ready to go. Everyone was meeting at the store early to help with last minute preparations for the big party that evening.

Once he was done with his shower, he pulling on some clothing, then searched for his phone, finally finding it in between his couch and cushions. He settled down, working with a towel to dry his hair, and sent Yunho a simple text: “Are you ready for tonight?”

Yunho already took Changmin home after spending a simple night with him. They hadn’t done anything mainly for the sake of giving Changmin time to recover from previously. At the moment his phone had vibrated, he was flipping through the night’s agenda book and was making sure everything and everyone was going to arrive on time. Looking at his phone he looked down at himself. “Still have to get dressed. But… I think so!” He really hoped nothing important had slipped his mind. He added to the text, “Let me guess, you‘re still looking for an outfit?”

Eeteuk laughed to himself, immediately texting back, “I’ve had my outfit picked out for months. The first thing I designed for Bolero. Are you picking me up?”

Yunho actually knew what clothes those were. He smiled though, seeing the question. “Of course. Call you when I’m there.” Now Yunho wondered and hoped that Jongoon would attend the party. He wanted so much for Eeteuk to be happy not just on the outside, but within as well.

Meanwhile, Changmin was also trying to get ready for the big event. He’d pried when Yunho would be getting to work from the other man so that he could arrive just as early. He wanted to help his lover in any way possible. He spent quite a while getting ready, wanting to make sure he looked his best. Just as he was checking the time, his cell phone rang, and he moved to answer it.

As soon as he heard Changmin’s voice answer, Yoochun retreated from the pair of lips attacking his own. “Ah, Changminnie! Are you wearing your best outfit?”

“Oh hyung!” Changmin sat on the edge of the bed, head tilted to hold the phone against his shoulder. “What’s up?”

Pushed slightly away as Yoochun answered Changmin, Junsu whined softly, letting his mouth roam over his lover’s body, placing little kisses and bites over the other’s neck, and down his chest, bare since the night before. Finally, Junsu knelt before Yoochun, nuzzling the other through the worn sweatpants he was currently wearing.

Yoochun’s sight followed the invisible line Junsu traced with his mouth and responded to Changmin with a nearly straining voice, “I know what‘s about to be up.” But he tried to ignore Junsu yet made no attempt to push him away more. He continued on, “So I‘m assuming tonight you won‘t be calling us when you make it home.”

“Has he even been home since he and Yunho started dating?” Junsu laughed, hooking his fingers into the edge of Yoochun’s pants so that he could ease them off, his breath caressing the other’s skin as it slowly appeared.

Changmin had been about to answer when he heard Junsu’s comment, and blushed. “I’m home right now… but no… Is it safe to assume you two have made up then?”

“I think we‘ve more than made up,” Yoochun informed, becoming more and more distracted by each new action Junsu performed. For Changmin’s health, he surpressed the nagging noises as he lifted his hips just marginally off the mattress.

Lucky for Changmin, Junsu’s mouth was now far too occupied to say anything else embarrassing.

“I’m glad,” Changmin said, wondering exactly what that meant. “I don’t like to see my parents fighting.”

“Well if he keeps doing what he‘s doing…” his sentence was interrupted by a catch of breath, “he‘s gonna get a mouthful.” This was supposed to be a warning statement to both Junsu and Changmin. He could let out a procession of curses right about now and certainly couldn’t think.

Changmin paused just as Junsu let out a muffled moan, tightening his lips around Yoochun. “Oh… Ew.” Changmin blushed darkly, stuttering, “I have togogoodbye.” He hung up, shuddering a little. That was too much information.

Yoochun simultaneously laughed and finally freed a long imprisoned groan. “He better bring us some type of souvenir or something.” He grinned down to Junsu. “So, is this what you call housework?”

“Sorry, Yeh, but you’re staying here.” Kyuhyun pulled on his jacket. “Just in case. They were acting like it was risky, and if you get arrested or something, how would you get to the party?” Kyuhyun opened the door, stepping out to meet Ryeowook and Sungmin. “I’ll be back soon. Go get… pretty.”

Yesung still wanted to accompany them, but Kyuhyun was right. Finally he gave up and nodded. “Alright, fine…” He looked to the other two. Ryeowook and Sungmin were both dressed in black from head to toe that made Yesung even more wary.

Kyuhyun was dressed normally. “You know…” he commented, waving to Yesung. “It’s the middle of the night, so dressing in black is… sort of pointless.”

Ryeowook took a secondary look at himself and settled into a blush, wishing he hadn’t worn the color now. At least Kyuhyun looked good in what he was wearing. “You‘re right, we’ll just stand out even more!” His voice cracked in the midst of his sudden fear.

“It‘s fine,” Sungmin soothed, wiggling noisily into the bush. “Your parents have to be at work! It‘s the middle of the day.”

Kyuhyun stood there casually, arms folded over his chest. “Someone is going to think it is weird if you two crawl around in the bushes like that.”

Ryeowook was halfway stepping into the brush when he stopped. He tugged onto Sungmin’s shirt and backed them both out. They had barely started and already he looked dumb in front of Kyuhyun. “Alright, let‘s go!” He tried to be as casual as he could and walked up to the side of the large house. The cars were in a separate garage.

Kyuhyun followed. “Do you think we‘ll be able to return it before your parents get home?”

Sungmin flailed to get out of the bush, then bounced ahead.

“Hopefully?” Ryeowook snuck a glance at Kyuhyun as he walked but his foot kicked into a flower pot and he began to fall. “A-”

Kyuhyun lunged forward to catch Ryeowook, wrapping his arms tightly around the other, almost falling over himself.

Seeing this, Sungmin smirked to himself, striding forward even more to give them privacy.

Ryeowook had squeezed his eyes shut so that he wouldn’t see his face implant the pavement. Yet he hadn’t hit anything… In fact, someone was holding him. Badump. That was the hard sound of his heart pounding. He cracked open his eyes, slowly gazing down to see those long arms embracing him. Gulping and feeling every nerve in his body heating up, Ryeowook stuttered, “A-ah th-thank you I…”

“You should be more careful,” Kyuhyun said, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile. “Okay?” He steadied Ryeowook on his feet, then hesitated, suddenly having the urge to brush the hair from the other’s eyes.

But before Kyuhyun did any action of that kind Ryeowook bowed quickly in thanks (moreso to hide his face) and hastily skittered away with his body still bent over. “Come on, we gotta hurry!” He squeaked for Kyuhyun.

“Okay,” Kyuhyun nodded, following. Sungmin was already peering into the window of the garage. “Which one are we taking?”

Ryeowook stopped behind Sungmin, breathing slightly hard and wondering if he had asthma. ‘Um… the coolest one?” There was a door near them but it was locked. “Anyone good at picking locks?”

“I was hoping you had a key or something,” Kyuhyun responded, eyes widening as he looked in the window over Sungmin’s shoulder. “Woah…” He breathed out.

Sungmin bounced on his toes. “Maybe they just… forgot to lock it.” He tried the handle but the door didn’t budge.

“Oh great.” Ryeowook frowned, but the journey couldn’t stop here. “Hold on a second.” He tiptoed off only to return minutes later with a crow bar. “Alright. Here I go.” With new determination he stuck the end of the bar in the frame of the door and put all his strength into it. ‘Nnn!!!”

After a moment of it not budging at all, Kyuhyun got behind the other and helped, adding his strength, and Sungmin clapped, cheering them on, and bounced happily when the lock broke off. “Yay!~”

Ryeowook heaved and sighed, fanning at his cheeks that were warm for a number of reasons. He turned to Kyuhyun and smiled. ‘Thank you.”

“No problem,” Kyuhyun replied, putting his hand on the small of Ryeowook’s back to propell him forward, “Now let‘s grab a car before someone notices us.”

Sungmin followed the pair in. “Ooh, this one is - Oooooh this on- Ooooooooh!!!” He ran around, examining each car.

Ryeowook tried not to freak at Kyuhyun touching him and especially became interested in Sungmin’s active reactions. “So… which one?”

Kyuhyun looked around the room, eyes catching site of an expensive red sports car with tinted windows. He pointed. “That looks perfect.”

Ryeowook’s eyes slightly widened as Kyuhyun pointed out his father’s favorite car, but it almost instantly turned into an impish grin. “Alright…” A new side seemed to come out of him as he took out a small funny looking object. “What they don‘t know is that I still have my car key.” Now, by car key, he didn’t just mean any old key. Ryeowook meant a key that could be used on all the cars his family owned.

Sungmin laughed, walking voer to the car. “I‘ve never seen this side of my roomie~ You‘re a good influence, Kyuhyunnie.”

Kyuhyun followed them over, relieved that they weren’t going to have to figure out how to hotwire the car or anything. “I‘m not sure getting him to steal from his parents is what I‘d call good.”

“You can think of it as indirectly helping out their son.” Ryeowook stood beside the car and leaned over as he slowly inserted the key, holding his breath. Afraid that suddenly an alarm would sound, he was shocked when instead the door unlocked with nothing else happening. “Oh goodness. I think it worked.” He tested and went to open the door now, squealing a bit when it easily swung open. “We- we did it!” he jumped up and down, throwing his arms around the nearest body in revelry.

Kyuhyun hugged the other back, surprised at how perfectly their bodies fit together. “That‘s great…” he murmured, voice low, as he tightened his arms slightly.

Sungmin covered his mouth, muffling a giggle.

Ryeowook’s breathing stopped as he acknowledged that Kyuhyun was the one he was currently attached to. When he did begin to breathe again, it was slightly irregular and his own extra body heat from blushing felt more suffocating from the hug. Pulling back, no matter how nice that felt, Ryeowook quickly turned around. “Who wants to drive?” He wouldn’t be able to concentrate with Kyuhyun there.

“Memememe Let Meeee!” Sungmin wiggled into the driver’s seat. Kyuhyun looked inside, and seeing that there was no back seat, slid inside beside Ryeowook, so that the older man was sandwiched between the others.

Meanwhile, Sungmin was turning the wheel and bouncing in his seat. “Vrooooo~oom!”

Ryeowook hoped this wouldn’t be a mistake. “Here…” he gave Sungmin the precious key, then looked over at Kyuhyun, mumbling, “I hope we live.” The way he sat with his arms pressed firmly to his sides as to not touch Kyuhyun especially made him look tense.

Kyuhyun buckled his seatbelt just as Sungmin started the car and drove out of the garage, the wheels screetching. “Whee!” He exclaimed.

Kyuhyun grabbed at Ryeowook, eyes widening, but moments later, Sungmin calmed down, and began driving at a relatively acceptable speed.

Ryeowook also molded himself to Kyuhyun, one reason being he had no seatblet. Even when Sungmin normalized his speed, Ryeowook clung somewhat. But in these moments his mind became more concerned with surviving and not with the fact that his trembling fingers were folded into the material of Kyuhyun’s shirt.

“I‘ve got to get eme one of these!” Sungmin squealed, taking a turn too quickly.

Kyuhyun oofed as Ryeowook practically slid into his lap.

“Oops!” Sungmin laughed.

“Hyung!!” Ryeowook cried out, his hand pressing into Kyuhyun’s thigh for body support. He still didn’t quite register their closeness. Consecutive low noises of fear kept emitting from him and he sealed his eyes shut refusing to look. “Oh goodness. Oh goodness.”

Kyuhyun carefully moved his arms around Ryeowook, holding him so that he would be safe, his heart pounding.

Finally, Sungmin pulled up in front of their apartments. “We‘re heee~eere!” He honked the horn a few times before the other two convinced him that Yesung wouldn’t know it was them, and that he probably needed Sungmin to help him get dressed anyway. The three men climbed out of the car and ran up the stairs to make sure that Yesung was ready. It was almost time for the party to start, so they needed to hurry.

Entering the store was like entering a hectic arena. Crewmen and other workers hurried from one place to the next, the sound of drills filling the room as the stage off to the side was being set up. Models were scattered everywhere having makeup applied, or rushing about wondering if they even had on the correct clothes. “Everyone seems busy,” Yunho commented as he and Eeteuk walked into the store, satisfied that people seemed to be doing their tasks. They’d just arrived, Yunho having picked up Eeteuk on his way.

“Looks like it,” Eeteuk agreed, stopping to speak to one of the models rushing past. “Is there anything I should be doing?” He asked, returning to Yunho’s side, taking a moment to look around, “It looks…”

“Hmm,” Yunho scanned around before suggesting, “You could make sure the models have the right outfits on, and that they know what they are supposed to do.”

Eeteuk nodded, squeezing Yunho’s hand. “Good luck.” He grinned, then excused himself to do as the other asked.

Once Eeteuk had left, Yunho searched for Donghae. He went to the one place he figured the other was most likely residing in – the office.

Donghae was in his office on his cell phone. “They‘re where? Late? No, they have to be here…”

Coming to the door, Yunho briefly knocked before pushing it open and peeking inside. He immediately spotted Donghae sitting behind his paper decorated desk, a worried expression crossing the other’s face.

Donghae looked up and flashed Yunho a reassuring smile. “Just get them here. Whatever you have to do.’ Then he hung up. “Hyuuuuung!” He exclaimed, running around the desk to hug Yunho, “It‘s finally today!!!”

Yunho welcomed the hug, wrapping his arms in return around Donghae. A chuckle left him as he gave an extra pat to the shorter one’s back as well. “I know. It’s here.” So much hard work put into these past several months would all be for the next set of hours. Pulling away from the hug, he began to head for the door again, needing to do a last minute check with Donghae for the store.

They walked along the aisles, looking around at the store as Donghae continually glanced at his cell phone, before smiling reassuringly at Yunho, not wanting the other to worry. The décor was in place, the models were here; the only part that demanded concern was whether the main entertainment would arrive.

After a few moments, Donghae poked Yunho, who kept looking around, hoping to spot Changmin. "Hyuuu~ung, what are you looking for?" He laughed. "I promise, everything is here that is supposed to be."

"Oh... just, seeing which of the employees have made it yet," he replied, showing a smile as it was a nearly entirely truthful answer. Now he wondered if Eeteuk was doing alright handling the mass of models.

Changmin arrived early and walked into the store nervously. He was stopped by several people who didn’t recognize him but eventually got in. He looked around, hoping to find Yunho. He spent the next few minutes wandering around, wide-eyed, and tried not to get in the way. Finally, he spotted Yunho across the store, and hesitated. The older man looked busy…

Suddenly a plump hand clapped Changmin on the shoulder, and a cordial, warm voice greeted, “Ah there you are kid!” Shindong grinned widely, his cheeks raising. “Looking sharp. Trying to impress Dana are you?” A jolly laugh chuckled from him as his eyes twinkled behind his dark rimmed glasses.

Changmin jumped, flushing instantly. “Hi Shindong-shii!” He smiled. “I just wanted to… uh… Can I do anything to help?”

“Actually you can!” Shindong swung an arm around Changmin’s shoulder, tugging him back towards the entrance. “The opening performer is here. I have other things to do so I just need someone to welcome him, show him where he can get ready, yadayadayada. It won’t be hard, don’t worry.”

Changmin nodded. “I can do that.” Or so he hoped. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering if this person was famous.

“Good!” Shindong guided Changmin all the way down the red carpet to where a small limo waited. “I’ll leave it to you, then Changmin-ah! Good luck!” Shindong then scuttled away to tend to his own business affairs.

Changmin took a deep breath to calm his nerves before walking up to the limo, stumbling slightly as he approached, much to his embarrassment.

When he finally came up close to the car, the back window suddenly rolled down smoothly. But apparently it slid too far down, for the window rolled back up a bit before adjusting back down another centimeter. A man wearing shades overly big for his face appeared in the crack. "Are you here to escort me?"
The younger man nodded, doing his best to smile charismatically. "My name is Shim Changmin. Nice to meet you.….." He cringed inwardly, realizing that he should have asked Shindong the performer's name.

The window rolled back up and a few moments of nothing passed. Finally the door opened, and a glittery gold shoe with a Nike check in black stepped out. The rest of the figure matched with the pair of shoes, yet on the other hand strangely didn't. His pants were a summer grass green and his shirt a light yellow with pink polka dots. He wore a jacket to match the pants, and finally a bright pink boa. "Shim Changmin?" A wide smile spread along the performer's mouth, his pink gums peeking out. "I'm the amazing Lee Hyukjae, also known as the gorgeous cool Eunhyuk."

Changmin tried to hide his surprise as he looked the other over. "Oh! It's nice to meet you." Eunhyuk... never heard of him. "Um.." Changmin cleared his throat. "Come on in and I'll show you where you need to go."

"Lead the way lead the way~" Eunhyuk waved his hand, and as he walked he smiled at each passing person.

Changmin led him into the store, and looked around. He wasn't actually sure where to take him. "Well... here is the store... and... over there is the stage." He pointed over where several people were bustling about with last minute preparations.

Eunhyuk began to wander away though. "Ohh... ohhhhh.. whooooa..." he was zigzagging from one rack of clothes to the next. No way did he wear this ridiculous outfit all the time; it was only for shows. But now this stuff, was high class.

Laughing softly, Changmin followed the wandering performer. "It's great, isn't it?" He was so proud of his boyfriend for putting all of this together. His boyfriend. For about the one hundredth time that day, Changmin's smile grew and his mind wandered as he thought about the beautiful man he'd had the pleasure of waking up next to.

Eeteuk was handling the models with surprising (at least to him) ease, getting each one dressed in a different outfit from the Bolero line, and making sure that they were clear on what they needed to be doing before sending them to hair and makeup. Someone was missing though. He could tell because it was far too quiet. "Isn't Heechul supposed to be here?" He asked someone, looking around.

Apparently Eeteuk had spoken too soon, for moments later a loud voice barked out, "Move! Model coming through!" A few of the models idling around were pushed aside, or intelligently moved themselves, creating space for none other than Kim Heechul to make his fashionably late appearance, as usual. "Alright. Where's my outfit?" he walked up, but as soon as he saw Eeteuk he unexpectedly had a grin on his face and went up to the other, pinching at one of his cheeks before lightly slapping it. "Ah~ look at you! Long time no see." Of course the way he said this was in a highly sweet voice, and had a hinting undertone referring exactly to the last time he‘d seen Eeteuk.

Eeteuk shrugged it off, not at all surprised that the other was taking this opportunity to be bitchy, and he stretched his lips into a wide smile as well, pushing the other's hand away. "Oh don't worry, Heechul, I saved a special outfit just for you." There was a part of him that wished he had something ugly for the other to wear, but unfortunately, all of Bolero's clothes were fabulous, at least in Eeteuk's opinion.

"Anything I put on is special," he rolled his eyes, and tapped his foot, waiting for Eeteuk to just show him already. Heechul wasn't here to waste his time on the other. When he noticed another model taking a glance at him, he widened his eyes threateningly. "Yah! If you're gonna do nothing, go get me a water!" he shooed his hand, and kept staring until the guy finally sauntered off.

"You know, princess, you don't have to treat everyone else like your slave," Eeteuk commented turning around to grab the outfit, before handing it to the other.

"Slave is the wrong word. Anyone is lucky who gets to serve me." Heechul took the clothes and looked Eeteuk over once more. "You know, you'd be a great friend if..." he paused, and shook his head. "Can't think of anything!" Laughing, he turned and walked off.

Rolling his eyes, Eeteuk turned around and helped the last of the models. The way that guy acted was ridiculous, seriously. When everything looked to b in order, he glanced at his watch. Things should be starting soon. Eeteuk turned, looking to see if there was anything else he could do.

Yunho was about to go find Eeteuk, still with Donghae at his side. He took a few steps but abruptly stopped upon spotting a brightly clad form snaking through the store, and right behind that person was Changmin. A smile lit on him, and he made a beeline over.

Just then, screaming could be heard from outside, and at the same time, Donghae's cell phone began to ring. "Oh!" He squealed, "Hyung, CSJH must be here!" He grabbed Yunho's hand and pulled him towards the front doors. There was a stretch limo at the end of the red carpet, and reporters and fan were crowding around as a bodyguard opened the doors and four beautiful, sexily dressed woman climbed out.

The desire to speak to Changmin had to be pushed aside as now the main entertainment had arrived. Continual lights flashed with each repetitive click of the camera shutters as the girls eased their way along the carpeted path. Smoothing down his clothes once, Yunho set his demeanor in place and went out to greet them. The ruckus of noise and even more flickering lights occurred as Yunho could be seen guiding the ladies, stopping every few feet or so for a few photos.

Donghae watched from the entrance of the store, beaming widely, beyond thrilled and definitely relieved that they had arrived on time after all.

The next span of time flew by now with everyone there. Everything fell into place miraculously amongst the chaos. Staring at his watch, Yunho waited for the seconds to tick down. Standing outside, he vaguely listened to the older man giving a brief history of UKE's history with Yunho as CEO. A crowd of people ranging from curious passersby, fans of The Grace, other various celebrities, and prospective consumers of his Bolero products all anxiously stood on the street. Finally his name was announced, and he gave his short, rehearsed thank you speech. Now holding the giant scissors, Yunho stepped up to the red ribbon. As soon as he snipped it, music blasted from surrounding speakers as the crowd cheered. The doors opened to the store to welcome people in, the party finally starting.

Eeteuk walked over to Yunho, having been nearby during the ceremony, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Good job, boss." He was smiling from ear to ear, watching all their hard work fall into place.

Yunho returned the grin to Eeteuk. "I feel like I should be saying that to you." After all, without Eeteuk none of this would have happened. Inside, each square foot of area was filled with a spectacular sight - even the servers walking around with sleek trays of champagne along with the mix of more than suave models wearing the clothes was spectacular.

After glancing around, not wanting to be inappropriate and cause another scandal if they were being watched, Eeteuk threw his arms around Yunho's neck and gave him a quick, tight hug. "It's really happening, I'm so happy." He laughed dorkily, not able to find the words to describe his pride of their accomplishment.

Yunho gladly hugged Eeteuk, feeling his own flooding enthusiasm and joy. Seeing the delight pour from Eeteuk reminded Yunho that, hopefully, Yesung would come... and he imagined the genuine happiness that would fill Eeteuk... hopefully. Pulling back, he complimented Eeteuk once again, "You're the best person who could ever wear Bolero clothes."

Changmin stood amongst the crowd, watching proudly as the store was finally opened, and clapped enthusiastically whenever it was appropriate. Trying not to be disappointed that he hadn't gotten a chance even to say hi to Yunho (which really shouldn't be surprising, he reminded himself, since this was probably the busiest night of the other man's life), he walked into the store, propelled by the push of people anxious to get inside.

A person stepped up beside Changmin, speaking in a soft, but audible volume, "Have you even spoken to him yet?"

From across the crowd, the scene of Eeteuk and Yunho could be seen.

Changmin jumped, hearing Jaejoong's voice in his ear. "Uh..." He cleared his throat, risking a glance at the shorter man.

"I'll take that as a no," Jaejoong concluded. He had a slim glass of champagne between his fingers. "So... how, have things been?" The way he spoke breathed awkward.

"Things..." Changmin knew what the other meant by 'things', and he had no clue how to respond. "Um... Things have been going... well?"

Jaejoong simply nodded, his lips in a battle not to frown. "That's good. I..." he hesitated, glancing at his drink. When his gaze landed back on Changmin, his eyes were filled with sincerity, "I want to apologize. And, I shouldn't hate you for Yunho liking you over me." He shifted his weight but held his stare onto the other.

This was so completely unexpected, Changmin couldn't hide his look of shock. "Oh, I... it's okay it..." He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry too. I really didn't mean for it to... I mean... I didn't do any..."

Jaejoong laughed, the sound of it calming and actually charming. "You don't need to do that. You did nothing. So... um... friends?" he held out his free hand.

Still wondering if this was a trick, Changmin shyly shook the other man‘s hand, his lips turning up into a smile.

"You're silly," Eeteuk laughed, pulling away from their friendly embrace. "We should go mingle socialize, make connections."

Yunho laughed as well, since Eeteuk's laugh was more than infectious. "Yeah, you never know who's going to be here." Maybe that was foreshadowing...

"Very true," Eeteuk grinned, "Come on, let's find some champagne. Oh, and your boyfriend. He'll be by the food table, right?" His smile was innocent, but his eyes glinted as he teased his friend.

Despite how attached he felt to Changmin, they’d still only been together for such a short time and Yunho wasn't quite used to hearing that word 'boyfriend' yet. Subsequently, his cheeks warmed just the tiniest bit, and he took another scope around to seek the mentioned other. Yunho was about to make a remark of how convenient that would be, when another laugh left him because indeed, Changmin was hovering right by one of the round tables of food. "Oh..." he faltered seeing Jaejoong there as well.

Eeteuk looked over as Yunho's expression wavered. "Aish, you'd better go rescue him." He gave his friend a slight push. "I'll be mingling. Go."

Yunho walked over to the two men, offering up a natural concerned expression. "Ah, Jaejoong, is the champagne good?" He wanted to create a cordial atmosphere just in case there was tension.

Jaejoong had stepped away from Changmin a little as Yunho suddenly approached. His eyes glanced between the two taller men before responding, "It always is, right?" Half of his mouth raised into a smile.

Changmin tried to hold back his smile when he looked up and saw Yunho. "Ah... hi."

Yunho's posture perked almost unnoticeably, however, Jaejoong easily spotted it. He rolled his eyes, chuckling, "Not to be rude, but I'm sure there's something more interesting than watching two obviously infatuated people repressing their public display of affection." Tipping his glass up to the both of them in mock cheer, he excused himself from the pair.

Yesung blew out a breath in panic as he glanced at the time again. Sure it took Kyuhyun, Sungmin, and Ryeowook only half hour to get him out the door, but the traffic thickened the closer he got to the place. Not to mention he was driving extra grandpa-ish since the car was unbelievably nice and wasn't even his.

"I-" Changmin started, but the other was already walking away. He sighed softly in relief and turned to look at his lover. "Yunho... it's... I... ...This party is amazing!" He really wanted to fall into the other's arms, the long hours of the day too many since he'd last seen his boyfriend, but obviously, he could do no such thing, so he settled for a bright, crooked eyed grin.

"I'm glad you think so," he couldn't prevent the smile escaping from him. Yunho stepped a little closer, searching for any mild touch, his arm brushing the other's as he pretended to browse the hors d'oeuvres. "The performances should be starting soon." He said now in the privacy of the smaller space between them, "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Changmin's heart was beating, just from that small touch. "I know it's silly, it's been less than a day but..." He licked his lips unconsciously.

Yunho's smile narrowed, and he really had the urge to indulge in the feeling of the other's lips against his, but he resisted. At that instant, the song ended, and a new voice left the speakers. The stage across the way became illuminated in techni-colored rainbow lights, and out stepped the opening entertainer. Music with the flare of an older style mixed with a wild arrangement filled the room.

Changmin looked over at the stage. "Oh, the show is starting?" He smiled excitedly.

And a show it was. Eunhyuk started off with erratic vocalizing while gliding along the stage in his dance moves. He trotted to one corner of the stage, playing with his boa, the people in the crowd surprisingly receiving him well. Soon he began to rap, his words spitting out fast, and he smiled with a 'victory' sign before singing again.

Changmin clapped enthusiastically. "Oh, Junsu would love this."

Yunho enjoyed seeing Changmin's ardent clapping. He craned his neck to see if he could spot Eeteuk possibly clapping as well, because he could easily see his friend being entertained by this performance too.

Eeteuk was watching the performance across the store, laughing in amusement as the performer moved around the stage. He hadn't been expecting this at all. He looked around to see if anyone he knew was nearby.

Yesung stood there in awe. Complete awe. The valet had just taken the red convertible after his short argument of not being able to afford it, the man politely informing him all valet was free, compliments of Jung Yunho who was hosting the party. So with that settled, Yesung stood there at the end of the red carpet, his invitation tightly folded in his hand. He felt vulnerable, being alone under the watchful gazes of the crowd who eagerly stood outside, and of the lens of the cameras belonging to the photographers.

Finally Eunhyuk had ended his two song performance and waved vigorously as he galloped off the stage. Now the room was a mesh of chatter, people either wondering who the main artist was going to be, or impatiently waiting to see the Grace in person. The lights dimmed.

Yesung hurried to walk behind a few people so as to hide himself from the cameras. He just smiled and bowed nervously when he was sent perplexed looks. He could see the entrance ahead and knew his heart had never beat so wildly before.

Changmin perked up excitedly when Eunhyuk exited the stage. He wouldn’t admit out loud just how excited he was to see CSJH perform, but it was obvious to anyone who looked at his face.

Eeteuk just happened to glance over at the doorway as a sharply dressed man walked in. His breath caught in his throat, and the sounds in the room died away as his mouth gaped open, at least to him. It couldn’t be…

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but he could no longer see the man he’d thought was Yesung. He didn’t know if he’d simply mixed into the crowd, or if Eeteuk was hallucinating.

Not much time was left for contemplation as the spotlights brightened across the stage and four women adorned in classy and astonishingly sexy outfits began to dance to their “One more time, Ok?” song. Nearly everyone in the room erupted in hoots and screams.

Eeteuk tried to push his way through all the screaming fans, looking for the person he’d spotted, but he soon gave up. There was no way he’d really seen Yesung anyway. Why would he of all people be at their party?

Yesung became overwhelmed by the magnitude of everything. The groups of people who chatted and drank champagne while cheering for the female performers on the stage. He took three deep breaths in attempt to relax himself and to remember his sole reason for coming- Eeteuk.

Yunho of course thought that Stephanie looked gorgeous. She was his favorite, obviously. And he could only guess that Changmin was beside him secretly admiring Dana. Yet he firmly knew that neither of them would stray from one another.

Changmin clapped, beaming at the stage, momentarily distracted by his idols performing just a few feet away.

Eeteuk spotted Yunho and Changmin and waved, enthusiastic about how successful their choice for entertainment obviously was.

Yunho nodded back with a smile, his gaze turning back to Steph- the group. Yes something out of the norm caught his eye. “Oh…” his eyes centered on a familiar lost face that was staring around in all directions. Yunho glanced back to Eeteuk hoping he would notice, however, when Yunho went back to look, Yesung was gone.

Yesung escaped to an area near the back where less people were. There he was able to breathe. He was becoming hopeless as he hadn’t seen Eeteuk at all yet. Maybe he didn’t come after all…

Yunho wanted to talk to Eeteuk about several things. He told Changmin he would be right back and weaved his way through the crowd to Eeteuk. “Are you ready for the fashion show?” He loudly questioned over the music. The CEO wanted to just blab everything to Eeteuk about Yesung but he resisted.

Eeteuk smiled, looking more nervous than he would normally. The possibility of seeing Yesung there kind of threw him off. “Of course, no worries.” He glanced up at the stage as CSJH’s song changed to a slower, sweeter one. “You should return to your lover.” He grinned widely. “You two are very cute together.”

Yunho saw no further sign of Yesung and he stared down at Eeteuk with a small smile of comfort. “Hey… just drink some champagne, you‘ll feel better,” He chuckled after squeezing the other’s shoulder, then returned to Changmin. Now his own set of small jitters accompanied him as he just casually commented, “This is one of my favorites.” The soft melody of “My Everything” created a new ambience in the store.

Changmin finished the caviar topped cracker he was eating and smiled, stepping closer to his lover. “It‘s one of my favorites too.”

Eeteuk did as his friend suggested, finding a waiter and chugging a glass of champagne, and then another before going backstage to get ready, seeing that the concert was almost over.

Without even glancing around, Yunho lifted his hand in offer. “Then dance with me?” Yunho’s hesitations only surmounted from the press ambushing them, but in this moment he wanted to tug Changmin close and let the music take hold. His lover did look astonishing, after all.

Changmin gaped at Yunho. If they did that, then everyone at the party would know they were together. Make that everyone in Japan, with all the reporters surrounding them. “But…”

Yunho always told himself, especially during the incident with Eeteuk, that he didn’t want to live in secrecy where he feared his relationships would be known. If he was going to be with someone, he would proclaim it. The only concern laying the media creating rumors that could potentially break them up but Yunho resolved that he wouldn’t let that happen between himself and Changmin. “But what? People will see? Or have you never slow danced before?” He didn’t want Changmin to worry, and took a step back with his hand still out. “Join me?” he asked again, “or I can dance by myself…”

Hesitating, Changmin slowly reached out his hand. “You want everyone to know about me?”

“Who cares about everyone?” His voice was soft between them as he pulled Changmin more towards the central floor. “What matters is us.” Soon he gently placed a hand at the small of the other’s back and enlaced his fingers with his lover’s hand. The surrounding crowd of people began to watch in wonder, and Yunho repeated the words he just said to himself for a faithful reminder that the stares didn’t matter when it came to his feelings for Changmin.

“I can‘t dance.” Changmin stumbled forward, clutching Yunho’s hand, suddenly finding himself incredibly nervous.

“Follow me,” Yunho took a step to the side, guiding Changmin along with him. He stepped to the other side to start off easy. Next though, he stepped back and with a small press at the other’s back he led Changmin, now turning a bit in their own circle of space as the singing carried across the room.

Changmin clung to the other man as he carefully moved with him. His cheeks darkened as the murmuring of voices grew. He kept his eyes locked on the other’s, and slowly smiled, dancing with more confidence.

From the back Yesung hardly noticed the dancing pair that captivated most of the room’s attention. He kept eyeing the servers passing by with the glasses of champagne and at one point reached out and took one. He was too bolted down with his nerves, which prevented him from venturing out to even search to see if Eeteuk was really there.

Unfortunately, the song seemed to end too soon and the synchronized steps faded with the music. The corners of Yunho’s lips were raised into an elated smile. “Thank you for the dance.”

“Thank you too,” Changmin laughed over loudly, the reality of what just happened settling in.

The Grace exited the stage, and moments later, Donghae walked on. First he thanked CSJH for their performance, then he thanked everyone for attending the party and supporting the store. Then he announced the start of the fashion show, and moments later, immaculately dressed models started walking down the catwalk.

Everyone’s attention couldn’t help but be drawn to the stage, approving nods and whispers and small clapping rising here and there. Yunho felt his chest swell with pride at the well received collection. He of course waited for Eeteuk’s appearance.

Yesung downed his glass and glanced to the stage. He was impressed by the line of models, glancing down to his own outfit. The clothes he wore resembled top notch designs but he still felt inferior to those slim figures trailing out. Maybe he should leave. He should have known he was in over his head. Just as he took a step he glimpsed the stage once more and suddenly halted, all doubt filled thoughts crashing down.

When it was his turn to go out, Eeteuk took a deep breath before stepping into the bright lights of the stage. His racing heart immediately calmed as he was finally in his element. He strutted down the catwalk, spinning at the end, before turning to walk back.

Although those seconds seemed few where Eeteuk's presence cultivated the stage, Yesung sensed the hard pulsing in his chest and the loss of breath. He couldn't tear his awestruck eyes away from that radiant figure. Even when he was no longer on stage, did Yesung still stare speechless. Eeteuk was here.

Once all of the models had had their chance on the catwalk, they wall walked out together to receive the applause of the audience. Eeteuk led the way, and he paused, standing at the end of the stage, and scanned the crowd, mind still plagued with the thought that maybe, somehow, Yesung was there, watching him.

Yet Yesung had dashed to take refuge in the one place he was most familiar with: the bathroom. Water splashed briskly upon his face as he needed a refreshment to his thoughts and senses. Eyes shifting to stare at himself in the mirror, Yesung noticed the mixture of apprehension and rapture lying in them. "Okay, Yeh... think." How was he going to approach Eeteuk? Or even find him amongst the crowd?

Walking behind Eeteuk was the over glorified Heechul. Spotting the other model's brief halt, he went to stand beside the other and smiled widely for the crowd, whispering out from the corner of his mouth, "Yah! Keep it moving. You're hogging the cameras." No way was Eeteuk going to get more show time than him.

Stepping aside, Eeteuk continued to smile at the crowd, bowing his head slightly in thanks. "Fine with me," he replied, not caring at this moment a thing about Heechul. "You can give my speech later too."

Removing himself with much self pushing, Yesung adjusted his clothes, removing any hidden wrinkles. He quickly smoothed parts of his hair, but figured in this light, any strands astray would go unseen, hopefully. With motivating utterances to himself, Yesung immersed himself back into the wave of bodies. His gaze was more alert, searching for any small sign of... the one.

A Returning Love Letter~

2009-03-01T10:13:49Z

Rating: PG
Warning: None
Pairings: YehTeuk
Notes: This is the letter Yesung writes in return to the letter Eeteuk had written him.

Dear Jungsoo,

Although I have never experienced love, I knew that the ethereal way in which you stole my breath the very instant I saw you - it had to be love. I was a mere, paltry painter captured by the fruitful vines entwining their tender branches around my heart, pulling me to you.

When you first told me you were too broken, too tainted for me, I came to a resolution that these small hands of mine would cleanse you, gently wash away any remnants of your past. I did not want to mend your heart to how it was before the hindering pain; but I wanted to diligently and passionately mold your heart into a new creation, where your white wings could extend and take flight. I can’t describe in words how that makes me feel to know you’ve come to this point. Of your wings spreading once again. Maybe I'll paint it.

And you wonder how I see the world through my eyes. All you need to know is that I see you, a radiant angel, in my world. Everything around us always melts away into a blend of bright colors, and I think – this is heaven. You are my paradise in which I want to abide in, painting our days together.

If my soul were an exhibit, you are the grand painting in my heart. Forever engrained on the walls within me, and hanging for eternity as my treasured artwork. Yet you’re a painting that thrives and embodies the essence of beauty. Your smile embellishes the definition of pure joy that can spread across the vast lands and touch everyone. The intricate lines of your figure are fluid strokes evoked from careful thought. And your dimples. I like to think they make you even more unique – a rare find.

Your heart will surely remain protected, cradled within me. Never will I let it crack, or crumble, or fade; instead I will make it beat with life and melt with love.

Jungsoo, I give you all of me.

Your love and safekeeper,
Jongoon 종운

Bolero ~ Thursday (KiHae)

2009-02-13T18:03:36Z

Title: Bolero ~ KiHae - Thursday afternoon
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: KiHae
Notes: This is what Kibum and Donghae were doing in the office when Eeteuk and Yunho walked in on them. Hehe.

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Kibum glanced down, ascertaining that his tie was straight and his suit jacket double buttoned before walking steadily into Bolero. Tomorrow was the huge party signifying the grand opening, and the store looked ready for it.

But that wasn’t why he was there. He walked to the back of the store and into the employee’s room without another glance around.

Donghae was sitting at the desk surrounded by paperwork, looking absolutely lost, but the sight of the other man made him leap gleefully to his feet, work forgotten. “KIBUMMIEEE~” He flung himself at the other man, practically knocking him off his feet.

“Hi Donghae,” Kibum said softly, awkwardly patting the other man on the back. “I‘m just here to get the receipts for all of the purchases you‘ve made for tomorrows party.”

“Oh,” Donghae said, snuggling his body against the other’s, “I guess you wouldn‘t just come to see me.”

Sighing, Kibum responded, “You should know that I can‘t do that during work hours.” (But actually, Kibum had requested being the one to be sent down to fetch the receipts. They had plenty of people lower on the company hierarchy that were usually sent on errands like that.)

Kibum attempted unsuccessfully to pry the older man off of him, looking around at the disorganized office in slight dismay. “Donghae… you do know where the receipts are, don‘t you?”

“Of course!!!!!” Donghae pouted, wiggling away from the younger man. “This place may look messy, but I‘m actually very organized.” He went behind his desk and dug around in one drawer, and then another, and then another. A small frown graced his lips as he dug in the final drawer, lips pushed together anxiously, before coming up with a wad of paper held together by a paperclip. “See!!!” He crowed excitedly, “I kept them all!”

“I‘m glad,” Kibum replied, slowly smiling as Donghae bounced around. “I‘m just so happy to see you, you‘re always so busy, and I really wanted to show you how hard I‘ve been working, and talk to you, and…”

“And?” Kibum asked, not sure that he wanted to know the answer. Donghae’s face was inches away from his own in an instant. “I… Kibummie, I need you.”

“Need me…” The younger man blinked, taking a large step backwards, trying to reclaim his personal space, “You don‘t actually think…”

Donghae stepped forward again, nose almost touching Kibum’s, and reached out, grabbing the other’s hands and placing them on his chest. “It‘s been forever.”

It had not been forever, Kibum wanted to say, but he was distracted by his body, already reacting to a vague image forming in the back of his head ~ Donghae bent over the desk, with his pants pooled around his ankles… Kibum shook his head to clear the thought from it.

Donghae took Kibum’s head shake to mean that he didn’t agree, and he whined, pulling the younger man towards the desk. “Yes it has! See, I marked it on my calendar, uhmmm…” He leaned across the desk, trying to reach the calendar without letting go of Kibum’s hand.

Kibum stared at Donghae’s ass, wiggling in the air, his body pressed down against the desk, and he made a very uncharacteristic noise deep in his throat, before moving his free hand to grip the older man’s ass that was presented to him.

Donghae meeped, looking over his shoulder, hair falling into his dark eyes. “Bummie, are…”

Pulling on the older man’s hand, Kibum turned him around, pushing a leg in between the other’s, effectively pinning him to the desk, and pressed his lips roughly against Donghae’s. Every time he met the older man, he told himself it would be the last time, but fate kept throwing them together, and… no one needed to know how irresistible Kibum found that body… the man who was writhing beneath him.

“Oh…” Donghae sighed happily against the other’s lips, relieved, as always, that the accountant still wanted him. He wiggled, sitting on the edge of the desk, and wrapped his arms around Kibum’s neck, kissing him breathlessly.

“We have to do this fast…” Kibum said, moving his lips to Donghae’s throat.

Quick was fine with Donghae, who had his fingers tangled in the younger man’s hair. It had been way too long. “There‘s lotion on the desk… mmm…”

Kibum rolled a bit of skin between his teeth, growing more aroused as his body reacted to the noises the older man was making. He moved quickly, unbuckling his pants and kicking them off, along with his boxers.

Donghae’s pants and brightly colored boxers quickly followed, and he grabbed Kibum’s tie, dragging him forward for a deep kiss, his tongue urging the other’s to invade his mouth.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing and groping, Kibum pulled back. Donghae’s hands were fisted in his shirt - wrinkling it no doubt - and the older man looked dazed, lustful, and eager for more.

“Turn around,” Kibum commanded, prying his body away from the other’s.

Turning around and laying against the desk, Donghae spread his legs wider, a wanton moan falling from his lips, it’s intensity surprising both men.

Kibum’s eyes roamed Donghae’s body, spread out for the taking, and he was busy wondering if the other would notice if he got out his cellphone and took a picture when Donghae whined, and begged, “Please Bummie, it‘s been too long.”

Silently agreeing, Kibum moved forward, pumping some lotion into his hand. Moments later, he was spreading Donghae’s ass apart and gently pressing a slicked finger into the waiting passage, then another.

It felt so good, Kibum’s fingers so much better than he remembered, so much better than his own when he tried to recreate the feeling in the privacy of night, and Donghae tried to push back, impaling himself, wanting them deeper, to stroke the need throbbing deep between his legs.

Knowing that at any moment someone could walk in (though to be honest, it was making Kibum‘s length throb, imagining people walking in and finding Donghae spread across the desk, moaning like a wanton whore), he scissored his fingers a few times before removing them, then leaned over, kissing down Donghae’s spine, before pushing his hardness against the other’s entrance and easing it in, working it past each tight ring until he was seated inside, the wet heat clinging to his weeping length from all sides.

It was so close now, to easing Donghae’s desire, and he tilted his hips, trying to take his lover in even deeper. He tried to beg the other to move, but all that came out when he opened his lips was a loud whimper.

Kibum knew what the other wanted, and he was wanting the same thing at that moment, so he eagerly pulled out, before sliding back in, slowly finding a rhythm. Before long, he was thrusting hard into Donghae, rough and fast, and the other was moaning louder and louder, and Kibum couldn’t resist a soft moan of his own, the older man’s name falling from his lips in the heat of their passion.

The desk rubbing up against Donghae’s neglected length, combined with the rough movement against his prostate was almost too much, and he gasped, clawing at the desk for some purchase as Kibum twisted his hips, sliding in even deeper, and leaned forward, nibbling at Donghae’s shoulder. “K…b….bummie~” Donghae cried out as he finished, soiling the desk and the documents beneath him.

His name leaving the other’s mouth like that was too much for Kibum, especially with the other’s passage constricting his erection, and he groaned, biting hard into the other’s shoulder as he spilled inside of him.

They stayed like that a moment, panting, trying to recover, until finally Kibum pulled away, and helped Donghae stand up.

Donghae fell into the other’s arms, trembling, and looked up at the other with love-filled eyes, trying to meet the other’s lips for a sweet kiss.

Kibum gave him that kiss, then worked to clean up the mess they had created, trying to ignore the look in the other’s eyes.

“Bummie… I…” Donghae took a deep breath as he pulled his pants back on, “I need to tell you-”

“I‘m sorry, I have to get these receipts to work!” Kibum hastily interrupted, gathering his things.

“But-” Donghae’s eyes widened and he tried to grab at the other, “Bummie, don‘t-”

And Kibum turned and ran out the door, only to run into Yunho and Eeteuk.

A love letter~

2009-02-13T01:27:11Z

Rating: PG
Warning: none
Pairings: YehTeuk
Notes: This is a letter Eeteuk wrote to Yesung after Bolero, a few months into dating I suppose.

Dear Jongoon, my dearest love,

It hasn't been that long since we've started using that word - love. But I think I fell for you the second I saw you across the park… or maybe when you dropped your groceries. Love at first sight - I didn't believe in it - I'm a romantic at heart, I think, and still... I never really imagined it could be real.

In the past, I have loved easily. You are not the first person I’ve given my heart to. I've always wondered if that was a bad thing, giving my heart out so willingly. But then I met you, a kindred soul, who offered yours to me just as easily. It seems like I'm this way for a reason, so that I could find you.

There are so many wounds in my heart, from giving it to people and having them brush it aside without noticing, and stomping on it, grinding it under their shoes.

But it's like you picked it up, dusted it off, and made it beautiful again - you painted over the wounds in my heart with rainbows.

I want you to keep my heart, tucked close to you, always. Safe and treasured. I'll never offer it to anyone else. It has your name engraved on it now.

My nickname, angel, has always seemed silly to me. I've said more than once that if I am an angel, my wings must be black - my heart and body have become so broken and tainted over the years. But you picked me up, you hold me up in the sky, and finally, I can feel my heart beating, feel my wings unfolding in the warm sunlit sky, and... maybe they're white after all. With the sun reflecting off of them, they could be. You are my sun.

I love that whenever I look at your paintings, it's like I'm seeing the world through your eyes. I wish I could see what you're seeing right now, smiling as you dream beside me. Whatever it is, I bet it's beautiful - and if not, I'm sure you'll get out your paints and make it so.

Your love, your angel,
Jungsoo 정소

Bolero ~ Thursday Morning (HoMin)

2009-02-09T07:15:44Z

Title: Bolero ~ Thursday Morning
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: HoMin
Notes: This is what Yunho and Changmin do in the shower thursday morning. XD It is plotless so you can skip it.

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Yunho came out of the bathroom and tossed a towel to Changmin. “Do you want to go first? Or… We can save time and… take a shower together.” Now he found himself lightly heating up in his cheeks.

He did his best not to look as Yunho slid off the bed, and was relieved when Yunho came back with towels, but he found his throat catch in his throat at the thought of the older man’s suggestion. “T-together?” Changmin’s eyes glazed over at the thought of what that could even mean. How did people in a relationship ever leave the house?

Yunho then realized more of what that seemed to imply. ‘Oh… just a shower…” He didn’t want to come off as some sex crazed demon, although, if interrogated, he would reveal that he could just roll around in bed all day if it were with Changmin.

Changmin hesitated, pulling the blanet over his nose so that all Yunho could see was his eyes, and nodded.

Yunho was pretty sure that was a yes… So he turned back to the bathroom tossing a “See you in there,” over his shoulder. Soon the sound of water rushing from a pipe could be heard.

After waiting for a moment to see if the other man would come back, Changmin slid out from under the blankets, wrapped himself in his towel, and padded gingerly towards the bathroom, body sore from the night’s activities. “Yunho?” he called softly, creeping inside.

Only a faint mist of steam obscured Changmin’s view. Within the shower, Yunho did not hear the other over the noise of the water. He simply tended to his hair, the top of his head resembling maybe an ice cream cone from the budding soap.

Changmin raised his voice. “Yunho?” He stepped in further, peeking shyly into the shower, then laughed softly at the mountain of soap on the other’s head.

Yunho had heard that though, and he turned around to welcome Changmin with his own smile. “Hmm?” He was wondering why the other man was laughing but then his eyes drifted upwards and he figured why. “Are you laughing at me?” he asked in a playful manner and quickly scooped his hand under the jetting water and flicked some at the other. “Get in here already.”

“Yes I am-“ Changmin laughed when Yunho splashed him, then lowered his towel and stepped inside.

Yunho stepped enough to the side to let the water sail down onto Changmin as well. Yunho purposely didn’t gaze over the other’s tall form since he wanted Changmin to feel relaxed. He took the bottle of shampoo and condition mixed in one and squeezed a big glob into his hand. “Now you can match me.” He proceeded to lift his hands, directly facing Changmin, and began to lather it up through his short strands.

Changmin tried to watch Yunho’s face as he concentrated on lathering up the other’s hair, but soon his eyes drifted closed as the older man massaged his scalp. “That feels nice…”

Yunho, very amused, made sure to rake his fingers nice and firmly along the curve of Changmin’s scalp. But seeing how the younger man had that elated lazy smile, Yunho snuck in a quick kiss on the other’s lips. But for some reason to pretend he wasn’t the culprit he pulled away and began to stand underneath the shower head, letting the warm water rinse out his own hair.

Changmin smiled, opening his eyes when he felt the kiss, and only smiled wider when Yunho pretended he hadn’t done anything. He ducked under the older man, copying his actions.

Yunho glanced over noting how the clear pearls of water trailed from the tips of Changmin’s dark hair down the form of his neck and line of his shoulder and further on. A warmth of delight spread in him. Now taking the actual soap, Yunho let a hefty amount fall into one hand and clapped them together before running his palms over the other’s chest. He did this in a focused state, making sure to clean Changmin’s firm shoulders as well.

Changmin shivered despite the hot water as Yunho stroked his chest, and flushed as he felt his body responding to the ministrations, hoping the other wouldn’t notice. He leaned forward, getting some soap of his own, then tentatively soaped up Yunho’s chest.

Now spreading the soap down to the other’s stomach, Yunho chanced a glance down and a heat filled his cheeks. He soothingly grinned though and lowered his hand further, his hand brushing soothingly along the other’s partly excited length.

Changmin yelped softly in surprise, and his blush spread. “I… …Yunho…” He kept moving his hands in small circles over the other man’s chest. “I’m sorry… you’re just… hot…” He lamely finished.

At that remark, a chuckle could not be suppressed from Yunho, and he leaned in, ushering soft words to Changmin's ear, "Don't apologize. I want to do this..." Yunho wanted to please Changmin and take away any discomforts he had. As he let his fingers twirl more solidly around the other's growing length, he began to slowly drift it upward and downward.

"Oh...oh... okay... then," Changmin licked his lips, fingernails scraping at Yunho's chest as he leaned foward, into the touch, eyes slowly moving downwards to the hand that was pumping him slowly. He bit his bottom lip, not sure, like usual, what he should be doing. Obviously, college had been a complete waste of time. It didn't prepare him for anything important.

The gel of the soap provided a slickness making it easier for him to satisfy the other. He let his fingers run loosen their grip just enough for him to guide the tips down over the soft sac. He gently squeezed before returning his hand to Changmin's erection, moving at a faster pace.

Changmin leaned his head on Yunho's shoulder, his breath already coming out in pants, and he moved his hands up and over the other's nipples, then down, low, almost to the other's hardening length, but not quite.

An off guard gasp elicited from the static of pleasure Changmin was giving him. He also hadn't noticed how hard he was becoming until one of the other's hands had trailed closer. "Touch me..." Yunho breathed out, his thumb pressing at the other's aroused tip.

Of course Changmin couldn't refuse, so he moved his hand down until he loosely gripped the other's length. He allowed himself a brief glance at it, trying not to think of where it had been last night, and rubbed his nose against Yunho's neck, before straightening back up and mewling softly as Yunho found a most pleasurable rhythm with his stroking.

Each touch of wet skin between them produced more of those pleasing sensations, and he had to use an extra effort to steady his breathing. He brought his other hand up to grasp onto the soaked hairs at the back of the younger's head, and he made sure to stroke him more zealously.

Changmin's breathing stilled as he leaned closer to Yunho. hoping fervently to be kissed. He could feel his knees shaking and was starting to wonder how he'd remain standing when he... And he kept forgetting to stroke Yunho, the pleasure in his abdomen was so much.

Feeling the small distance separating their mouths, Yunho closed it and their lips connected. Yunho made a quiet noise at that, and despite Changmin's loose actions, he was still being driven closer to his peak. This time around he made sure to perform long, gripping pumps, wanting to coax out the other's climax.

Moaning eagerly into Yunho’s mouth, Changmin finally managed to focus and tightened his grip on the other, wanting the other’s pleasure to match his own. He soon tensed up, so close to finishing, and only pumped Yunho faster, not wanting to leave his lover behind.

Really feeling the effects, Yunho kissed Changmin a bit more intensely. The hardest part was to resist from thrusting up into the other’s hand. The way Changmin released those noises notified Yunho he was on the brink, and the older man let out a few groans of his own.

Changmin shuddered and moments later he was cumming, Yunho’s name on his lips. He leaned heavily on the other man and struggled to keep stroking him.

The other’s fluid coated Yunho’s hand, accompanying the water that was now lukewarm. He helped Changmin out, his hand strong alongside the other’s until he himself clentched and released. A few moments of recovery passed before he stepped aside to let the water wash them off.

Changmin leaned against Yunho, closing his eyes as the water cascaded down on them, his hand still lazily moving over Yunho. It was so much better than he’d ever imagined. All of it.

bolero ~ thursday (YooSu)

2009-02-06T02:55:39Z

Title: Bolero ~ Yoosu - Thursday afternoon
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: YooSu
Notes: This is what happened with YooSu after they left UKE. Junsu is pissed off that Yoochun hit on Jaejoong. XD

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Yoochun let the words between Changmin and Yunho filter between his thoughts of exasperation at Junsu's immaturity. Yes. Immaturity. "Well we're leaving now. At least I am," he gave Changmin a pat on the shoulder, bending down to whisper in his ear, "You should get me Jaejoong's number." Maybe that was louder than a whisper, he mused, straightening up to flash Junsu a satisfied smile. Then he left for the elevators, knowing Junsu would follow.

"Bye," Junsu muttered, before turning to stalk after Yoochun, clearly furious. How dare he? And right in front of Junsu!

Yoochun pressed the button for the elevator, waiting patiently and nonchalantly as he stared at the doors.

Junsu stopped behind him, arms still folded tightly over his chest, and glared at the back of Yoochun's head.

Oh he felt every flaring beam shooting from Junsu. There was a part of him though... that enjoyed this. Finally Junsu experienced how Yoochun felt all these years, except Yoochun became accustomed to it after so long and eventually just accepted it. When the elevator opened, he stepped inside, pressing the main floor button. Inside Junsu continued his stare, and Yoochun finally broke the silence. "Take a picture. They last longer."

The jealousy in Junsu brought out a soft growl, a sound he'd never heard himself make before. "I bet you wish you had a picture of that guy..."

Did that guttural noise come from Junsu? He was definitely pissed. "I would want more than a picture..." his voice was level and aloof, although within he was filled with an eagerness to see how much he could push Junsu.

Fisting his hands so tightly that his fingernails dug crescents into his palms, Junsu hissed, "Well don't let me stop you. Maybe if you go back, he’ll let you fuck him."

Yoochun now trailed his eyes to Junsu, holding that seething stare from the other. "Don't be jealous, Junsu. It's not like we're... anything more than friends." A bothersome guilt rose at that remark, and he almost regretted saying it.

Junsu winced slightly at Yoochun's words. "You're right, we aren't." He didn't know why his heart was aching, or why it was so unbearably hot in the elevator. He turned his eyes to the door, wishing that it would just open. Why did Changmin have to work on such a high floor? Why had he suggested they come in the first place?

Yoochun felt the beating in his chest sink; however, along with the pain, a rush of another feeling evoked. He didn't enjoy seeing that new look cross Junsu's face. Closing the distance between them almost as if breaking a barrier, Yoochun let his hand rest on the back of Junsu's neck. "Su... if we're nothing more than friends... then why do I want to kiss you?"

"Hell if I know..." Junsu tried to back away, but he just hit the wall of the elevator. "Are you sure you don't want to go back up, I'm sure that guy would be more than happy to see you..." He tried not to look at Yoochun, worried, not knowing what would happen if he made eye contact with the other.

"But why go to him, when I can just stay with you?" The elevator setting mildly reminded Yoochun of the other night as he centered in on Junsu even more, their knees and thighs just barely brushing. "So what if I said some things to him... in the end, you're the only one I really want." He lifted his hand to Junsu's jaw line, his fingers pushing up to coax the other to look. "Look at me.."

Suddenly Junsu was blinking back tears, and it was embarrassing, and stupid, and he just wanted to get the hell off the fucking elevator. "You want me now... but come morning, you'll just run away." He said, regretting his words the moment they left his mouth.

That struck a chord, and Yoochun flinched. His hand dropped from touching Junsu to rest on the small railing beside the other's hip. "I... I thought you wouldn't want me," Yoochun admitted. "When have you ever wanted me?"

"When have I ever been good enough for you, want you or not." Junsu had never thought he'd have a real chance with his friend, not after the man had watched him sleep around with anyone and everyone for so long. He knew the other night had been a mistake, that Yoochun thought it was... he was just surprised it hurt so much.

Yoochun became stunned, hearing the other's doubts of Yoochun's desires. "I've always wanted you!" he stated as his voice raised, but he lowered it once again. "I was just waiting... for the day where you'd finally look at me. And stay."

Finally lifting his gaze to meet Yoochun's, Junsu felt his breath leave his body, but just as he opened his mouth, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

And the noises of the world rushed back in, a few people stepping onto the elevator. Yoochun retained the shared gaze between them for one more second before he stepped away, grabbing Junsu's wrist and pulling him gently along. Winding through people, they made it outside, but Yoochun didn't stop.

Junsu followed behind Yoochun, only slightly resisting, pulling a little bit at the hand that tightly gripped his wrist. "Where are we going?"

Even with the small efforts of escape from Junsu, Yoochun kept his grip firm. Without looking back towards the other, he plainly answered, "To the car." At first he was contemplating dragging Junsu somewhere else, but the car would do. He dragged the other to the parking structure, walking through the rows of other vehicles until they arrived at his sedan. There he lightly thrust Junsu towards the passenger door, and finally looked at him. A few moments of silence hung before he sighed. "I can't believe you." Because really he couldn't.

"What a coincidence. I can't believe you either." Junsu's glare was returning, as he was still more than a little bit confused at Yoochun's feelings. He contemplated running away, but didn't really feel like walking home, and didn't have enough money for a cab, so he finally got into the passenger seat, slamming his door behind him.

Yoochun indignantly scowled at that and heavily strode to the driver side where he got inside and shut his door just as hard. He stuck his keys roughly into the ignition and fired the car up, swiftly backing out and driving off. "You're ridiculous." He countered. All of these words were coming from him as he searched for the ones he really wanted to say.

"Leave me alone," Junsu said, leaning his head on the window and staring out at freedom. With any luck, Yoochun would speed and he could get home sooner.

Yoochun was speeding--driving crazy in fact. Really his anger was deriving from his disbelief in how throughout all this time, Junsu for one second felt Yoochun didn't want him. Sure he never told Junsu his own feelings, but wasn't it obvious? Discarding what the other just said, he burst out, "What even made you think that-that I wouldn't want you Junsu?! While you were running off with other men, where was I? Right there! Waiting..."

"Well what were your waiting for? Your chance to fuck me? Because you got it." Junsu shifted in his seat, pressing his face against the glass, not wanting Yoochun to see how upset he was. "I know why you left before I woke up."

Hell no. Yoochun barely glimpsed the rearview mirror before swerving the car to a small lot; he slammed on the brake not caring whether or not he was in an actual spot. After immediately shutting the car off, he turned to stare at Junsu. He didn't want to confess his own doubts and low esteems, but he needed to voice them. "I..." his tone was void of the previous anger, "I admit I didn't want to be another on your list. I wanted more. So I left, afraid you wouldn't want more. That it was just a meaningless night of fun..."

Junsu gripped his seat as they swerved into the parking lot and jerked to a stop, looking at Yoochun in surprise and slight confusion. "You left because you were ashamed to be with me. Because I'm a slut." He looked away again, taking a deep breath, before confessing, "I've never been able to find someone as good as you, no matter how hard I've tried. ...But I'm not good enough for you. I wouldn't want you stuck with me."

"Stuck with you? Aren't I already stuck with you?" Yoochun unbuckled his seat belt so he could move in his seat with more mobility. He extended his hand to lay upon Junsu's shoulder near him, and he tilted himself to the side to try to connect some sort of eye contact with the other. "So why don't you stop looking for someone else and listen to me." His hand slid along the other's shirt to gently touch the back of his neck. "Junsu... take the real thing. Take me. I want you."

Junsu shivered at Yoochun's touch on his neck, and slowly turned his head to meet the other's gaze. "...I don't want you to run away again." He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to think through the rush of emotions pouring over him, then opened them again. "Please... I'm not as strong as I look..."

Raising from his seat some, Yoochun found himself closing in, "I won't. I won't run." Sliding his eyes shut half way, he drew in one last glimpse of the other before letting his lips fall upon the other's.

Junsu ignored every thought that was telling him this was a bad idea in favor of letting his body do what it wanted. He kissed Yoochun with an eager moan, tugging the other's full lip into his mouth to suck at it, shifting more so that they were at a better angle.

Yoochun brought his other hand up to press against the window, allowing him to lean into the kiss, revealing to Junsu that the other could have any part of him he desired. He released his own deeper groan, as these days between the last time seemed too long. Soon the stick shift between them pressed uncomfortably into the side of his thigh, so he had to push away from his seat and maneuver over, practically falling against the other, and their mouths slipped from another causing a curse from him.

A light dolphin-like laugh escaped from Junsu’s lips as Yoochun fell against him, feeling better already, and he scooted in his seat, trying to give the other more room, not that there was much to give. He sought out the other’s lips once more, moving kisses over the other’s face until their mouths were reunited. One of his hands was on Yoochun’s back, pulling him closer, and the other was pushing against the door as he tried to lift his hips to meet his lover’s.

Even though there wasn't an ounce of alcohol within him, each sensation was ten times more magnified than from before. The way Junsu's groin raised into his caused a flourishing pleasure, and Yoochun thirsty already for more, dropped his hand down to the other's lower stomach. There he snaked his palm beneath that fabric, rough fingertips grazing over warm, taut skin, a craving moan passing from his throat to enter Junsu's mouth. He slowly moved the front of his pants against the other's beneath him, his blood warming up within.

Yoochun's moan made Junsu's length twitch, already painfully hard, and he wiggled a bit, trying to get in a good position to reach down and slide his hand into the other's pants. This was probably the last thing he should be doing right now, but he never was one for thinking things through, and the lust coursing through Junsu's veins was impossible to ignore.

He regretted wearing boxers today as Junsu's hand began to touch the cotton material, his enlarged member pleading for a more personal friction. Yoochun in response rocked his hips into that hand, only beginning to feel just how crowded this space was. To help out, he dragged his other hand from the window down to the tight space between the door and the seat, searching urgently around until finally- "Nn!" Both of their bodies fell as the back of the seat swung back to a more level plane. The kiss broken, Yoochun commented with an appreciative smirk, "Much better." It wasn't quite like a bed, but for a car... he thrust one more time into Junsu's hand.

Junsu gasped as he fell back suddenly, and laughed, wrapping a leg around Yoochun, urging him closer, still moving his hands around, trying to get inside of Yoochun's boxers. "I hate underwear," Junsu grumbled, finally removing his hand so that he could shove Yoochun's pants and underwear down all together.

Yoochun didn't need to voice his agreement since he was already saved from the restraints of it. His eyes just barely glanced down to see his garments crumpled down to his mid-thighs, and his erection standing freely, darkened in color showing how much it was filled with heat. His nose brushed along the other's jawline, lips soon attaching to a patch of skin near the other's ear. He himself still had his mark faintly left on his upper shoulder from Junsu. Now he wanted to do the same. One of his hands began to fumble along with the other's pants until the front of them opened, yet he only gave a massaging squeeze to his jeans.

Whining in his throat as he pushed his hips against Yoochun's teasing hands, Junsu tried to move away, wanting to get out of his clothes as quickly as possible, but the other's mouth was distracting, the thought of Yoochun leaving his mark on Junsu where anyone could see incredibly erotic. Junsu licked his lips, panting softly, and reached blindly for Yoochun's erection, pumping it slowly, rolling the smooth skin between his fingers.

A nearly inaudible breath of ecstasy sighed from his lips at the attention to his hardness, and he rewarded Junsu by sliding his straight teeth against his skin before firmly biting. Knowing when it came down to the raw need, he would want to be fucking Junsu without any barriers, he began to help with the disposal of clothes. His fingers slid snugly into the waist of the other's pants and he tugged a few times until they came down to his knees.

Junsu's erection was finally free, and he bucked his hips, rubbing his neglected length against Yoochun's, wanting... "Should I roll over?" He panted out, hands roaming under Yoochun's shirt and over his hips, and lower, wanting to feel everything, all of the other man, everything that Junsu had secretly wanted for so long.

Yoochun shook his head to the other's question. "No, this is good." Following that, he lifted his chin to curve his tongue along the shell of the other's ear. He had to lift himself up though, his head banging on the roof of the car. As he cursed, he repositioned themselves so he was no straddling the other. From here he was able to snugly slip his hands behind the other's knees and pushed them up so that the other’s thighs pressed against his chest. In this new position, his length hung down so that the slightly dripping tip rubbed against the other's entrance.

Soft laughter slowly turned to whimpering, as he realized that they weren't messing around, and that Yoochun wasn't going to make him wait any longer. "Do it," Junsu groaned, hugging his knees to his chest, eager to feel Yoochun deep inside of himself, stroking his core.

Conceding to his and Junsu's instinctive desires, he proceeded to submerse his stiff arousal into that unyielding passage. A long wavering hiss flowed from his mouth as the dryness created a more pleasing friction along his extra sensitive length. As he sank himself fully within, he halted his movements, possibly teasing the other as he began to trail his lips along Junsu's neck.

Junsu hissed, clenching his teeth as he was entered, forcing his body to relax and accept the intrusion. It hurt, doing it completely unprepared, but he wanted this too much to say anything, and he knew that soon it would turn to pleasure. When Yoochun's hips stilled, Junsu whimpered, clenching his muscles around the other man. "Move, damn it."

This, of course, was the exact reaction Yoochun looked for. "Tell me you want me," he demanded, reclining away to receive a good view of Junsu's face. He suppressed the natural urges to just want to thrust and fuck away until he couldn't think anymore.

And Junsu’s response, as he rolled his hips sharply, was simply, 'You know I do. I always have."

Yoochun smiled some as he began to set his hips into motion. The first penetrating thrust sent a shuddering thrill down his spine at how constricting and lusciously hot the insides of Junsu were. He loved it. And he didn't want to stop. The next several thrusts were lengthy and moderately paced as he retracted until his erection nearly fell out and immediately pushed back in.

Each thrust of Yoochun's hips felt better than the last, and Junsu couldn't hold back his moaning for more than a moment under the onslaught of pleasure. He worked his hands under Yoochun's shirt, nails scraping at the older man's back, and arched up, rolling his hips to meet every thrust.

With every passing second, Yoochun's ability to restrict himself from pounding relentlessly into Junsu began to melt away. Gradually his pace increased, and he had to grip onto the seat to steady his weight. The scratches at his back signaled down to his erection adding extra fervent throbs. Before Yoochun realized, his lower body was bucking against the other, the car seat squeaking anxiously.

Junsu opened his mouth to ask for more, but all that came out was a loud cry of pleasure as Yoochun shifted slightly and began pounding relentlessly into Junsu's pleasure spot, making the younger man see stars. He gasped for air, already holding back his completion, and tightened around Yoochun.

The tensing of muscle around his impaling length shoved him nearer to release. He thoughtlessly grunted out and flexed his ass as he made sure to plunge deep, those inner walls snugly sliding along with each thrust. Yoochun didn't give a care in the world that the car rocked to their sexual escapade. What mattered was how overly gratifying it was to fuck Junsu knowing they both wanted it so bad.

Junsu tried desperately to hold on, never wanting his union with Yoochun to end, but all too soon, he was moaning his lover's name as he came, a rush of milky fluid pouring out between them.

When Junsu climaxed, his erection was clamped down upon, bringing him to his own orgasm. A low guttural moan emitted and his own hot cum jetted out into the other. He remained in Junsu for a few more seconds, trying to regain himself, a few drops of his essence escaping from the other's hole. At the moment he didn't notice the clear splotch upon his shirt, which would be a reminder later to their time in the car. His breathing slowed to a norm, and he lazily pulled out of Junsu, trying not to collapse upon the one below him.

Fuck. Junsu clung to Yoochun’s shoulders, panting, and blinked at him. That sloppy, fast sex was without a doubt the best he’d ever had.

Still feeling the after effects Yoochun laid a small languid kiss on the other’s panting mouth before gathering the energy to move away. This time he made sure not to hit his head on the roof. He hesitated to go back into the driver’s seat, wanting to stay there to take in the view of Junsu for the rest of the day.

Junsu held back a complain when Yoochun moved away, knowing that they couldn’t stay that way forever, and straightened out his clothes. “So…” he said, still trying to figure things out. At least the sex had knocked every bit of anger out of him.

“So…” Yoochun continued, rearranging himself so that his clothes were completely on again. He allowed his eyes to meet Junsu’s. “When are we gonna tell Changmin about the wedding?” That was the best he could do at the moment to confirm that he and Junsu… well he wouldn’t say fuck buddies since they were more than that…

Yoochun’s statement was so random and so completely not what Junsu was expecting that he just burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down his face, relieved that Yoochun was with him, wanted him, wasn’t going to leave.

Seeing Junsu crack up formed a wave of relief that washed over Yoochun. He was beyond delighted at the prospect of being able to kiss Junsu whenever he wanted, tell the other words without a guise of joking, and to spend nights letting their bodies communicate. Finally he rolled to the side and slid back to the other seat. “So where to?” he asked, the key still in the ignition.

“Your house, my house?” Junsu giggled. “I don‘t care, but I definitely need a shower.” He shifted, leaning over towards the other, and planted a kiss on Yoochun’s cheek, his lips already missing the feel of the other’s against them.

Yeah, definitely a shower. “Your place then.” He delivered a content smile to Junsu. That’s where he was headed originally anyways.

As Yoochun started to drive off, Junsu couldn‘t help but comment, “And maybe next time we‘ll make it to a bed.”

Bolero - Thursday

2009-02-06T02:54:52Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 7
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: R
Warning: some language and implied stuff
Genre: AU
Pairings: HoMin, KyuWook, KiHae, YooSu, etc.
Notes: Just one more chapter after this! :O

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Warmth from the morning sun graced down into the room and upon the pair still sleeping. Limbs still loosely tangled into a tender embrace, one of the figures began to rouse. Yunho deeply inhaled as his eyes cracked open. The first sight that met his view was Changmin and a smile immediately touched his lips.

Changmin still slept deeply, a sweet smile on his lips. He rolled over slightly when Yunho shifted, snuggling his face into the other’s chest.

Chuckling a bit at the younger’s actions, Yunho lifted a hand to brush through the dark strands at the other’s nape.

After a few minutes, Changmin slowly awoke. He immediately knew that he wasn’t in his own bed, but he was so comfortable and warm that he wasn’t at all anxious as he gradually opened his eyes.

As soon as the other started stirring, Yunho warmly greeted, “Morning.” To add on to that, he pressed a gentle kiss to Changmin’s forehead.

Changmin’s sleepy smile grew at the sight of the other in bed beside him. “Hi.”

“Did you sleep well?” he softly inquired. Yunho never thought he’d find himself waking next to a man, but to him, Changmin was so much more than that.

The younger man nodded, shyly shifting and stretching a little bit.

Yunho’s gaze traveled past Changmin to the expansive windows. “You said you wanted to wake up to that,” he motioned to the cityscape view extending to the horizon. “How does it feel?” He asked in a light tone.

“Oh…” Changmin turned his gaze to the window, and was rendered speechless by the incredible view.

Yunho slowly sat up, sheets gently sliding down his torso. He glanced at the clock to see that they woke up in good enough time to at least shower. “Oh… your clothes. You‘ll have to borrow mine.”

Changmin flushed, turning his attention to the man beside him. “I’m sorry about that, I never thought…” And then he blushed more, pulling the blankets up around him. He didn’t have any clue how he should react to last night, or this morning, or how to broach the subject of when they would be doing it again…

Yunho laughed at the obvious shyness. It just made him adore Changmin more. “That‘s okay. You‘re tall so the clothes will fit fine.” he scooted off the mattress and disappeared into the bathroom. He came out a second later with a towel around his waist and an extra one for Changmin. He tossed it to the other. “Do you want to go first? Or… We can save time and… take a shower together.” Now he found himself lightly heating up in his cheeks.

He did his best not to look as Yunho slid off the bed, and was relieved when Yunho came back with towels, but he found his throat catch in his throat at the thought of the older man’s suggestion. “T-together?” Changmin’s eyes glazed over at the thought of what that could even mean. How did people in a relationship ever leave the house?

Yunho then realized more of what that seemed to imply. ‘Oh… just a shower…” He didn’t want to come off as some sex crazed demon, although, if interrogated, he would reveal that he could just roll around in bed all day if it were with Changmin.

Changmin hesitated, pulling the blanket over his nose so that all Yunho could see was his eyes, and nodded.

Yunho was pretty sure that was a yes… So he turned back to the bathroom tossing a “See you in there,” over his shoulder. Soon the sound of water rushing from a pipe could be heard.

After waiting for a moment to see if the other man would come back, Changmin slid out from under the blankets, wrapped himself in his towel, and padded gingerly towards the bathroom, before walking inside to join the other man.

After they were done showering, Yunho peeled away from Changmin and shut the water off. “We might be a little late after all.” He stepped out of the shower and slipped his towel around his waist. Yunho then opened a cabinet under the sink and took out a newly packaged toothbrush for Changmin.

“Oh…” Changmin replied, distracted by the view of Yunho’s lean back, the towel accentuating the curve of his ass. “Work… Oh!” It would be awful to make Yunho late for work.

As Yunho began to rush his teeth, he went to the large (but not nearly as large as Eeteuk’s) adjoining closet and sorted through his clothes, picking out some for he and Changmin.

Changmin wrapped himself in a towel, took the offered toothbrush, and brushed his teeth as well, looking at himself curiously in the mirror. He felt like a completely different person, but he still looked the same. Well… besides a lot happier.

Taking out a pair of dark brown slim slacks, a white short sleeved collared shirt and a cream colored vest, he set it out on the bed. “This is for you,” he informed the other through his mouth full of toothbrush. He grabbed himself dark gray pants with a sky lue button up top.

“Thank you,” Changmin replied through his own mouth of toothpaste. He spit it out a moment later, then walked into the bedroom and smiled at Yunho before looking at the clothes laid out for him. He hoped no one (and by no one he meant Jaejoong) would recognize them.

Yunho ruffled the other’s still slightly damp hair as he walked by to rinse his own mouth out. Coming back into his bedroom, he quickly realized what he had forgotten. “Oh, hold on.” Hurrying away then coming back, he held up two pairs of nice boxer briefs. “They’re new so… no need to worry.” He tossed one pair to Changmin and kept the other. His towel fell to the floor and he replaced it with the under garment. He then started to fully dress.

Changmin laughed when the other ruffled his hair, then pulled on the boxers before dropping the towel, asking himself why he still felt so shy. He pulled on Yunho’s clothes, pleased with how well they fit. Then he risked a glance over at Yunho, who was by now dressed as well, and looking sexy as hell.

After smoothing away any wrinkles, he focused back on Changmin and immediately smiled. To ad a finishing touch, he chose a tie and approached the younger. “Here you go.” He tied the silk fabric around Changmin’s neck underneath his collar and finished tightening it. This reminded him of what his mom used to do for him, but of course it held a different feeling now. After the knot was in place but not too tightly, Yunho laid a small kiss on Changmin’s lips. He wondered how he was going to get through the day without being able to kiss Changmin any time he wanted.

Kissing Yunho again, Changmin smiled goofily, giddy from all the attention he was getting. “Ready?” he asked, sneaking in one more shy kiss.

He laughed at the extra kisses and nodded. They headed all the way down to the garage and he wasn’t sure what car to take. Finally he just went with the Lexus. “Today I won’t be at work,” he told Changmin, getting inside. “So I suppose I’ll just be dropping you off.”

“Oh… okay,” he replied, slightly disappointed. He’d been hoping they could go to lunch together. “Do you have a meeting or something?”

“Yeah, I have to go check in on the store.” Driving along he found his mood lighter to the music. “Tommorow’s the night. You’re coming, right?” He didn’t know why he asked. Changmin was required to come.

“I wouldn‘t miss it.” Even in the short time he’d been working for UKE, Changmin had seen how much the store meant to the company, and especially Yunho. “It‘s going to be great.”

Yunho sure hoped so. Finally arriving in front of the prestigious building in due time, Yunho gazed over to Changmin. “Enjoy your day.” Despite his reluctance to let Changmin leave, he flashed a wide grin. But he quickly realized he couldn’t be satisfied with just that and he leaned over halfway, sliding his eyes shut waiting to be kissed.

Changmin took a deep breath, vehemently wishing he did not have to go, and leaned over to place a chaste kiss on his new lover’s lips.

After Changmin had left the car, Yunho took out his phone and called Eeteuk. When the model picked up he chimed, “Want me to pick you up? I want you to arrive there safely.”

“I‘d better pick you up then,” Eeteuk retorted instantly with a laugh. It was a well known fact that Eeteuk was one of the worst drivers in Korea. Even though he had his license, and a really nice white convertible, he rarely drove, usually opting to walk if possible, unless a friend took pity on him.

Yunho softly laughed into the phone. “I’m already in my car. Be there in ten.” He drove off towards his friend’s apartment.

Eeteuk was already ready so he waited patiently. When he saw the car pull up, he went outside and grinned at Yunho, opening the passenger door. “Where were you ? I was expecting you like an hour ago. Did you have to go to the office?”

Yunho hesitated, fully aware that he hadn’t told Eeteuk anything about him and Changmin. With what happened the other night to Eeteuk, he wanted to ensure the other’s well being before relaying his own life events. “Yes, I had to drop off… Changmin.” He cleared his throat, wondering if Eeteuk would catch on.

Eeteuk raised an eyebrow, pausing as he was about to buckle his seat belt. “Continue.”

Yunho bit his bottom lip then tried to explain. ‘Well, last night… he stayed over.” His hands gripped the steering wheel as he waited for Eeteuk’s reaction.

"Wow." That was a really big deal. "So... you two..." Eeteuk was really surprised, Yunho must really like Changmin to have done something like that. With a man. So soon after meeting him.

Yunho nodded, but he wanted to share with Eeteuk how Changmin made him feel. "I never thought I would either, but... he's different." And if he wasn't driving, he might do some sort of celebratory dance to release these delighted nerves.

"I'm really happy for you," Eeteuk said, immediately noticing how serious Yunho was about it. He was also jealous... a bit. But of course, he wouldn't say any of that to the other man. "He seems really nice."

Yunho's smile lessened as he glanced over to Eeteuk. He was still unsure of how the other had really been since. "But that's the only update with me. Anything with you?" Now that he thought of it, he felt sort of guilty for not spending more time with Eeteuk these past couple of days, especially when the other would need a good friend.

Eeteuk smiled reassuringly at the other. "Not much. Other than... yesterday, I ran into Kangin."

Yunho was thankful he was already at a stop, otherwise he might have slammed on the brakes from shock. He turned to stare at Eeteuk though. "How'd it go?" Concern lay in his voice as different possibilities of how the interaction went came to his mind.

"He... apologized." Eeteuk looked down at his hands, that were playing with a thread hanging off of his jacket.

Yunho rested his eyes on Eeteuk, studying him. The light turned green though and he turned back to the road. "And... how are you feeling about it?" Someone could recap an event, but expression feelings were harder, but more important.

"Well... I... appreciated it. It was just... odd," Eeteuk smiled over at Yunho, noticing that he looked concerned. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Well Yunho just figured the apology would hopefully help Eeteuk move on, and... possibly date again. Of course a specific person came to his mind, but he kept that name to himself. "Alright, I'll try." he sighed, but to assure Eeteuk he was going to try he sent him a half-grin. "Are you ready for tomorrow night?" He changed the subject to something they both could look forward to.

Eeteuk nodded, smile falling a bit. "Ah... you don't think... Siwon would come, do you?"

Yunho shook his head immediately. "No. He's not allowed to come." After breaking ties between their companies, Yunho made sure that slime ball wouldn't be allowed at any of his parties or events, or even at his building.

"Okay," Eeteuk sighed softly in relief. "I should have known you'd take care of that, thank you." Then he tried to change the subject. "The party should be amazing. And I'm looking forward to seeing Changmin again." His voice was light, teasing. After all, he hadn't ever had an opportunity like this before

Now Yunho felt himself shift in the driver's seat and what he considered an unflattering blush invade his cheeks. "Try not to make him run for his life in embarrassment yeah?" Yunho did chuckle though, hoping he himself wouldn't run in embarrassment. As long as no detail questions were asked would he be fine.

Grinning hugely at Yunho's reddening cheeks, Eeteuk had to laugh. "I'll be a good boy."

"Thank you," and he finally pulled his car over to the curb in front of the store. Even from outside a difference could be seen, and Yunho quickly left the car. He kept his eyes glued to the main windows.

When Yunho and Eeteuk arrived at the store, they entered slowly, eyes wide in amazement. Donghae had more than pulled it off. Rows of clothing hung, spread through the store, and shelves of accessories spanned the back walls. Everything was so new and clean, it was gleaming.

“This is just like I pictured it…” Eeteuk said, walking in further, astonished that all of their hard work was finally paying off.

A slight nod of agreement came from Yunho as he was nearly speechless. "It's going to blow people away." As his shoes clicked softly along the polished wooden floor, his eyes darted between the various displays of garments, and over to the dark glass counters where the new, ready to be used registers stood. Large printed photos lined the walls between columns of clothes, the main largest one portraying a chic, artistic one of Eeteuk.

Eeteuk walked up behind him. "Oh, that's nice," he smiled, "I'm glad they picked that one..."

One thing was strange, though… “Where is Donghae?”

He knew that they were coming, so it was very abnormal for him to not have basically tackled them upon their arrival.

The two men walked through the store, towards the back, and soon, they could hear muffled voices.

Just as Yunho reached forward to push the door to the staff room open, out stumbled one of UKE’s accountants, Kim Kibum, his usually pristine suit looking strangely disheveled. “Oh,” he said in an uncharacteristically excited voice, ‘Hello Yunho-shiii, Eeteuk-shii… I just came here to get… the receipts… for party purchases… got to get back to work.” Then he bolted towards the front of the store.

Donghae came out of the room a moment later, looking similarly disheveled. “Kibummie, waiiii~ii-”

He stopped in front of Yunho, grinning sheepishly. “Oh… you‘re here, hyung.”

Yunho shared a surprised and amused look with Eeteuk. “We weren‘t interrupting any important conversation were we?” He chuckled.

“Nope, nope!” Donghae laughed. “We were just um…. Doing some money… work stuff. You know… since Bummie’s an accountant and all.”

Eeteuk stood back, unable to speak for fear that he'd laugh.

For obvious reasons he didn't believe Donghae but he dropped the matter since he and Eeteuk came for alternate reasons. "Well it looks like everything's set up," he motioned back towards the main store area.

"Yes!" Donghae beamed widely, completely ADDing from the awkwardness only seconds ago, "Do you like it? Love it?" He gasped, flailing a little bit at Eeteuk. "Did you see your picture??"

Finally, Eeteuk lowered his hand and allowed himself to laugh loudly. "Yes, Donghae, it's great."

Oh, hearing Eeteuk's laugh always made Yunho crack out. Their laughter filled the air, already bringing an auspicious atmosphere. Although Yunho really wanted to ask Donghae about... the invitation he was to give to Yesung. He was unsure of how to ask him privately though. "So... tomorrow, the logistics. Do you think you've got them down?"

"I think so," Donghae replied, still giggling. "Everything should be ready in plenty of time!" They'd all spent so much time planning tomorrow’s event, and everything had been double and triple checked. It would be difficult for anything to go wrong, not that Donghae wanted to jinx it by thinking that.

"What time do I need to get here?" Eeteuk asked, wanting to make sure. He was in charge of the models who would be attending, each wearing a designer bolero outfit.

There would need to be plenty of time to ensure each model looked their best, so Yunho figured ’five’ to be safe. He estimated that since morning, customers would be lining up to see the opening events and to have the chance to be one of the first guests of the store. "The Grace should be here around 5:30 too," he tossed in.

Donghae's squeal reverberated off the walls. "I'm so exciiiiited, hyuuuuung!"

"I am too," Eeteuk said in a much more calm voice, laughing yet again. "And sounds good." He assumed that Yunho would have gotten him a limo, since the other man usually planned for Eeteuk driving as little as possible. "Is there anything I can do? Last minute things that need to get done before tomorrow?"

Perking at the opportunity, Yunho took a quick gaze around. "Actually, can you just take a quick look at the mannequins and make sure their outfits are all in order?" This way he could speak to Donghae.

"Sure," Eeteuk flashed his dimple at Yunho, "I'd be glad to. " He excused himself and stepped into the main area of the store, going over the mannequins carefully.

Once Eeteuk was far enough away, Yunho stepped over to Donghae. He kept his body facing towards the store so as to not seem suspicious in case Eeteuk stole a glance over. "Donghae-ah, did he come then? For his check?" Yunho hoped Donghae knew who he was referring to without a need of reminder.

Donghae pursed his lips, trying to recall what Yunho was talking about. "Oh!" He exclaimed moments later. "That worker guy!" He beamed widely. "He did!"

Yunho quickly and quietly shushed Donghae from his voice carrying through the store. The last thing he wanted was Eeteuk to become alarmed about tomorrow night if he knew Yesung might possibly in the slightest chance go. "Okay, so... Eeteuk doesn't know though. So, keep it on the down low." Still he was very glad that the invitation was delivered. "And thank you. I hope.. he ends up coming."

"I hope so too!" Donghae whispered loudly, "He was nice!"

Eeteuk soon returned. "Everything looks perfect. I don't think you have anything to worry about, Yunho."

Yunho grinned at Eeteuk, maybe too widely. But he curtly nodded, and gave Donghae a small bow. "Alright, Donghae, we're going to leave now." This was good. They were ahead of schedule, so this meant Yunho really could return to work for the last half of the day. "Thank you and... I guess we'll see you tomorrow."

"I guess so," Donghae giggled, "I'll see you then!" He walked the two out, bouncing the whole way.

Eeteuk followed beside Yunho, taking one last glance around the store. It was hard to believe that tomorrow was finally the big day.

Work was uneventful for Changmin until around lunchtime. Luckily, it looked like no one had seen him get dropped off, nor had they noticed the designer clothing he was wearing. He slowly began to relax his guard when the phone on his desk rang. “Shim Changmin speaking.”

“Yes,” a voice that Changmin recognized as the building’s main receptionist spoke, “There are two men here to see you, Park Yoochun and… Kim Junsu. Should I send them up?”

Changmin froze. Oh shit, why on earth would they be here?

“Sir?” The receptionist asked, not receiving a response.

“Uh, yes…” Changmin cleared his throat, “Go ahead.”

When the receptionist told them they could go up to the top floor, Yoochun leaned in to ask Junsu, “Are you sure we should be doing this? Changmin will be eternally horrified if we embarrass him.” And by ‘we’ he meant Junsu. They made their way to the elevators, knowing they stood out from the usual nicely clad employees.

“I‘m not going to embarrass him! I just want to be a supportive friend and bring him lunch!” Junsu held up the bento he’d flirted with his neighbor to get for emphasis.

Yoochun shook his head while eyeing the bento. “Who made that?” he knew Junsu hadn’t. The elevator, which they were thankfully alone in, began to crawl up the many stories.

“How do you know I didn‘t?” Junsu pouted a bit, purposefully standing a little further from the other than he normally would have.

"Because, you don't cook. Especially a bento that looks as good as that one." Yoochun kept the thoughts of 'why hasn't he mentioned the other day yet' far at the back of his mind. He didn't want to hassle himself with such irritating thoughts. Instead he figured he would just... move on. Junsu must be avoiding that topic simply because he wants to move on from it too.

"Okay, fine." Junsu laughed. "My next door neighbor made it for me. He was also worried that Yoochun hadn't mentioned the other day, but figured it was probably for the best. He didn't want to know the reason that Yoochun had ran.

"Heh," Yoochun smugly smirked at how he was right. "That neighbor, eh?" When the elevator finally stopped at the highest floor, Yoochun kept his eyes ahead, watching the doors slide open. As they walked on, soon they came to an open area with cubicles and desks. In general, the place was modern and pristine, and... quite quiet. As expected of an office he supposed.

"Mmhm," Junsu replied, walking slightly behind Yoochun. "She's so sweet, it's really too bad I don't swing that way. You know, I was thinking about introducing her to Changmin, but I guess it's too bad he takes after his parents..." He trailed off, spotting Changmin sitting at a large desk, head down slightly, as he typed at his computer. "Changminnie~" He exclaimed, waving.

Changmin looked up, hearing his name, and cringed slightly. He didn't know why they were there, but it had to be for something embarrassing.

As Junsu led the way to Changmin's desk, Yoochun's eyes casually gazed around. He really wanted to see what type of nerds Changmin worked with. Suddenly, a figure turned a corner--as if time slowed and invisible fans created a gentle breeze, a very attractive, effeminate, yet deliciously masculine man gracefully and captivatingly walked by. Yoochun's throat tightened and his stare magnetically followed the absolutely hot guy that passed. A small smile played at his lips as he tilted his head to watch the man retreat, his eyes of course glancing to that curvy ass.

Junsu did not notice, too busy walking up in front of Changmin's desk to grin, laughing. "You're so grown up, Minnie, you have a desk and everything!"

"Hyungs," Changmin sighed, "Not that I'm not happy to see you and everything, but why-"

"Oh. My. God." Junsu gasped. "Those are not your clothesohmygodYOOCHUNIKNEWIT."

Yoochun's gaze had pretty much followed that man to where his desk must have been, but then the sudden outburst caused both Yoochun and that guy to snap their attention to Changmin and Junsu. He had to blink a couple times to register what that meant, and when he did, he scowled and sighed. "Dammit." He lost the best. "Changmin-ah," he sighed, "You made me lose. I had more faith in you." But Yoochun's posture tensed immediately when he noticed a new addition was heading over. "Oh shit," he breathed, seeing that hot guy approach.

A softer voice spoke up, "Is something wrong over here?"

Changmin's jaw dropped in disbelief at Junsu's proclamation, unable to believe that even he would say something like that so loud at Changmin's work and he would have wondered what on earth those two had bet that made them care so much if he hadn’t been cringing and looking around the room to see if anyone had heard. To his absolute horror, he immediately saw Jaejoong approaching. "No, hyung, it's not what you think..." His voice was full of anxiety. "Really, it-" He swallowed hard.

"I'm so proud of our baby~" Junsu giggled, poking Yoochun with his elbow. "You owe me a drink for that." Then he noticed Jaejoong's approach, and his eyes raked the man's figure, before a small smirk appeared on his face.

Jaejoong found it skeptical that such a crowd causing ruckus could be allowed here. He didn't even bother looking at the two strangers, as on his list, if they were friends of Changmin's... "This is a work place. It'd be appreciated if you could keep the noise down," the words were gentle chastising, but the tone was ice cool.

Yoochun found himself more entranced. This guy had sass.

After dropping Eeteuk off, Yunho arrived at the office building. An extra radiance of energy could be seen in his steps, as he was excited to surprise Changmin with his appearance.

"I'm very sorry, Jaejoong-shii," Changmin said quickly, standing up to bow a little bit, "We'll be quiet." Then he realized that by standing, his clothing was more obvious, so he immediately sat back down.

"Jaejoong?" Yoochun repeated, lightly biting down on his lower lip as he continued to eye Jaejoong. "It's nice to know the name that belongs to the face superior to Lee Junki's." Making the reference to the man who was considered beyond beautiful, Yoochun felt he scored big.

Finally JaeJoong's stare transferred to the one who just spoke. He gave the man a quizzical look. How did he have the nerve to hit on JaeJoong. "And what makes you think you can talk to me?"

Junsu was just about to open his mouth and hit on this Jaejoong person himself, but when Yoochun jumped in first, he stopped, looking at the older man in shock. Yoochun didn't hit on anyone but Junsu.

The elevator opened, and Yunho stepped out. Humming an upbeat melody to himself, he hoped Changmin hadn't eaten lunch yet.

"The fact that I'm Park Yoochun," Yoochun let a smirk toy along his lips. "If you naver me you'll find that I'm famous for making wishes come true. Any wishes you would like me to grant?" So he wasn't the smoothest, but hey, he should win in the bold category.

Jaejoong rolled his eyes, although he had to admit, it was nice to be the one getting hit on for a change. He had spent so much time chasing after Yunho, he almost forgot what it was like to be on the receiving end. "I have a few wishes. My first one being, leave me alone." He was about to turn back to Changmin, when he took a step backwards, eyes widening slowly.

Yunho's eyebrows knit into a line of curiosity at the small crowd of people around Changmin's desk. "Did something happen?" he questioned stepping up behind one of strangers. He hoped Changmin wasn't hurt!

By now, Junsu was standing there, arms crossed, lips pressed tightly together in a very uncharacteristic frown. Yoochun was whipping out all of his cheesy pick up lines and wasting them on this stupid, not even that hot, guy.

Changmin watched the exchange, not sure what to make of it, and was more than a little bit relieved to see Yunho. Even with everything going on around him, seeing Yunho walking towards him made his heart beat faster, and a small smile was immediately on his lips. "No, Yunho-shii," He replied, eyes lighting up as the other man looked at him, "I'm very sorry for the disturbance. My friends brought me lunch..."

"Oh," Yunho was taken aback by the mention of friends. He took in the other two, and felt a wave of tension hovering over them. One looked quite riled and annoyed, while the other was distracted by... Jaejoong. Oh great. "Friends? So I get to meet your friends," he smiled, trying to stay jubilant. "I'm Jung Yunho... uh..." he held out his hand but quickly retracted it as the air was too thick with the tension.

Jaejoong merely wanted to wander off. Seeing Yunho here, and Changmin. That look on Changmin's face. It said everything Jaejoong needed to know... his eyes just offhandedly swept down to Changmin's clothes, more because he at least wanted to scrutinize his rival's clothing and feel superior on some level. But those clothes.... that suit... was designer. Jaejoong gasped, just realizing what that had to mean.

Junsu's excitement at meeting Yunho was somewhat lessened as he was completely distracted by Yoochun's behavior, but he still tried to smile, and looked the other man up and down. "Wow," he said, keeping in mind Yoochun's earlier comment not to embarrass Changmin, "You're the head honcho around here, aren't you?" Even Junsu knew better than to straight out tease him about sleeping with his friend on their first meeting, in front of random people.

Yoochun finally tore his gaze away from Jaejoong and over to Yunho. An eyebrow of his lifted in praise at how Changmin landed himself a good one. "Nice to meet you," Yoochun greeted, putting aside his own desires for a moment to appease Changmin.

Yunho nodded and bowed a bit at who Changmin pointed to be Yoochun. "Yes, nice to meet you too."

Jaejoong quickly excused himself, "I'll be going back to work." He hastily left.... to Yoochun's disappointment.

Changmin sighed in relief once Jaejoong was gone, and slid back into his chair. "I don’t know if I can handle this," he groaned softly, rubbing his face in his hands.

Junsu meanwhile, had decided that he would have plenty of time to appraise Yunho later, and had gone back to glaring at Yoochun, who was just lucky looks couldn't kill, because...

Yunho hesitated, feeling some of those daggers bouncing off Yoochun hit him. "Well, um... enjoy your lunch?" his voice raised an octave as he was at a loss for anything else. "I'll see you later, yeah?" Now he was attempting to focus more on Changmin to hopefully dodge any other piercing stares between his friends.

Yoochun sighed, pointedly looking away from Junsu. He didn't know why Junsu suddenly felt the need to give him such looks. How many times had Yoochun endured Junsu going off and doing more than small flirtations? Too many.

Yunho leaving Changmin alone with his friends was the last thing he wanted. "Have... have you eaten lunch yet, Yunho-shii?" He asked, looking up in slight desperation. Even besides being stuck with those two, he wasn't sure he wanted to go the rest of the day without laying eyes on his lover. "This bento is huge, maybe you could... join us..."

Yoochun let the words between Changmin and Yunho filter between his thoughts of exasperation at Junsu's immaturity. Yes. Immaturity. "Well we're leaving now. At least I am," he gave Changmin a pat on the shoulder, bending down to whisper in his ear, "You should get me Jaejoong's number." Maybe that was louder than a whisper, he mused, straightening up to flash Junsu a satisfied smile. Then he left for the elevators, knowing Junsu would follow.

"Bye," Junsu muttered, before turning to stalk after Yoochun, clearly furious. How dare he? And right in front of Junsu!

Seeing Changmin's two friends run off, and bringing the cloud of tension with them, Yunho turned back to the one sitting down, a line of concern between his eyebrows. "Will they be... alright?" When he glanced to the bento, he nearly joked about how he was sure Changmin could eat two of those. "And no I haven't eaten yet. That's why I came here actually," he tried to chuckle.

"I... hope so..." Changmin chewed at his bottom lip, turning his attention from his retreating friends to Yunho. "Oh... really?" It was only a moment before he was smiling again. They'd work it out... they always did. "So... you want to join me then?"

Seeing the smile spread along Changmin's features meant Yunho had no need to worry, so he nodded and glanced around. Quickly hopping over to grab a chair from an empty desk, he swiveled it over to join Changmin. "Oh did one of them make this? Wow..." As he sat down, he admired how it was quite elaborate for just a bento.

Changmin snorted. "I seriously doubt that." He handed Yunho a pair of chopsticks, his smile only growing as their fingers brushed. He glanced around the office shyly looking to see if anyone was noticing their interaction. "I'm sure Junsu bribed someone to make it. Or something. But it definitely looks amazing."

Taking the chopsticks, he let his eyes briefly roam over Changmin from this small distance. Beginning to eat, he realized how much he enjoyed this idea of sharing. "So what are you doing after work?" he knew it was only lunch, and he was jumping ahead.

"I..." Changmin hesitated. He didn't want Yunho to think he had no life, but he also didn't want to say he was busy, and then have Yunho disappointed because he wanted to do something with Changmin. "I'm not sure, actually."

Yunho hoped he wasn't seeming too... attention hogging. He didn't want to overwhelm Changmin with his presence. "Well, if you're free," he made sure to pose his words so Changmin would feel he had a choice. "A new frozen yogurt place opened up." Yunho never ate frozen yogurt before, but he wanted to try it... and experiencing it for the first time with Changmin would make it better.

"I'm free!" Changmin replied, overeager, and immediately blushed. He didn't want to be to clingy. "I... yes, that sounds fun."

Yunho felt a surge of glee, and grinned at the other's similar enthusiasm. "Alright. It's a date," he confirmed, not caring if someone overheard his words. He'd already been through a false scandal; at least this one would be real.

Yesung sank further and further down the old couch, his chin pressing more and more into his chest. He had been staring at the fancy invitation given to him since the day before. One second he had the motivation to attend but then the following second his resolve would wither away into despair.

Kyuhyun wondered past him without even a sideways glance and into the kitchen, headphones secured tightly against his head, clearly in his own world, then wandered out a few minutes later with a can of soda. He finally noticed his roommate and stopped, looked at the other, then slowly lowered his headphones. "Okay. What's wrong?"

Yesung never told Kyuhyun about the invite in fear the other would convince him to go. He liked to doubt. "I... Well..." He eventually sighed and forked over the slim piece of paper for his roommate to read.

Kyuhyun took it and read the paper, eyebrows raising in surprise, before releasing a torrent of questions. "How are you getting there? What are you going to wear? Why don't you look more excited?"

"Because I'm not going?" Yesung not only posed this question to himself but to Kyuhyun as well. "Arriving on a bus isn't so appealing. None of my clothes are attractive enough. And most importantly, I'm scared as hell."

"Of course you're going." Kyuhyun squeezed beside the other on the couch and put his arms around him protectively. "Don't be stupid." He smiled to soften the insult. "Eeteuk will be there. So... I'll just have to be your fairy godmother. Or whatever."

Yesung naturally leaned into the embrace. "My fairy godmother?" The image of Kyuhyun in a plump dress met his imagination and a short high pitched laugh briefly escaped. "Well it's gonna take a lot more than a wave of a wand."

"I can do it. I'll find a way." Kyuhyun wanted desperately for Yesung to be happy. "I have a few ideas..." He stood up, pulling Yesung to his feet.

Confused Yesung simply let the younger one lead him. "This doesn't involve anything illegal right?" he knew Kyuhyun wasn't the type, but if a situation called for it... Like if they were to dress all in black and sneak into a mall at night to steal some clothes...

Kyuhyun laughed. "I'm hoping it won't come to that." He led Yesung out of the apartment and down the hallway to Ryeowook's apartment. He knocked on the door, smiling over his shoulder at his friend.

Ryeowook had his flowery oven mitt on as he just set the freshly baked cookies on the stove. Hearing the door, he quickly hurried to answer it yelling out, "I'll get it!" They had no peephole so he just opened it. "Hel-OH!" The boy immediately shut the door, scrunching up his face as he made small mewling noises to edge the embarrassment away. He was in an apron with his grandma's old mitt for goodness sake. Yesung stood with Kyuhyun oddly as nearly two minutes passed before the door opened again. "Hey. S-Sorry about that. Um... hello?" he slowly swung the door wider.

"Hi, Ryeowook-shii." Kyuhyun smiled charmingly, the name flowing smoothly off his tongue. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I was wondering if we could come in."

Ryeowook took a sweeping gaze around to make sure the area was decent enough. The last thing he wanted was for Kyuhyun to think he was a slob. "Sure..." he gulped and gestured his hand to invite them in. He dreadfully chirped seeing it was the hand with his oven mitt. Yesung followed Kyuhyun inside.

"Ryeowook, I hate to impose, but we need a huge favor. ...Is your roommate home?" Kyuhyun was clearly being overly polite and using his biggest smile.

Ryeowook blanked for a moment seeing that smile. Kyuhyun really was... amazing. A light elated breath fluttered from him. "Yeah! Let me go get him! Stay... here." He shuffled his feet hastily, his apron swishing as he went.

Kyuhyun walked over and sat down on the couch, pulling Yesung down beside him. "Have you ever met Ryeowook's roommate? I can‘t remember…"

Yesung shook his head glancing up to Kyuhyun. "Is he... another version of Ryeowook?" It was hard to imagine who would live with the indisputably cute boy.

Kyuhyun laughed. "Not really. He's... a whole sort of different… interesting."

Ryeowook didn't waste time to knock on his roommate's door.

Lee Sungmin was in his obnoxiously pink bedroom, at his desk, scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. "One second~" he chorused, and finished his drawing, adding a few last second flourishes, before coming to the door. "What's up?"He asked, his adorable face forming an innocent smile. "Oh, are the cookies done???" He leaned out the door, sniffing. “Mm~”

"Never mind the cookies!" he slipped into the room and quietly shut the door. "Kyuhyun's here. Did you hear me? Kyuhyun's here. He's here." He began to shake the other's shoulders firmly but not too roughly.

Sungmin blinked, his mouth forming an o. "Why?" He tilted his head to the side, then clapped his hands. "Wait, that's great! We can share our cookies with him!"

A hollow low howl left Ryeowook as he was becoming flustered with too many thoughts. "Maybe they smelled the cookies. NO! Because he asked for you. Yeah he asked for you. I don't know why though. I don't know why. I don't know. I..." He faded for a second before curling his fingers desperately into Sungmin's shoulders and burrowed his hair into the other's neck as he snuggled him with distraught. "I don't wanna go back out there! He looks too good. And he was smiling at me!"

"Sounds..." Sungmin bubbled his cheeks in thought. "Well, whatever!" He smiled brightly. "Now's your chance. And I want to know why he wants to see me." Sungmin pulled the oven mitt and the apron off of Ryeowook and wiped at a bit of flour on the other's cheek, then ruffled his hair a bit. "Smile back. He won't be able to resist you."

Ryeowook pushed his lower lip out and nodded in trust. If he had to ask anyone about the art of cute seduction it would be Sungmin. "Okay... Okay..." Now he gave himself pep talk as he went to the leave the room with his roommate close behind. In the living room he meeped out, "Back... with Sungmin."

"Hellooo~" Sungmin beamed, bouncing into the room. "Hi Kyuhyun, Hiiii-" He paused. "Ooooh, the artist! Hiiii." He grinned, sitting down. "Ryeowookie, can you bring us some cookies?" He giggled, "Wookie makes the best cookies." And then he shot a sneaky look at Kyuhyun, "Wookie does a lot of things the best. Everything he cooks is amazing, and did you know he si-"

"I'm sorry, Kyuhyun cut in politely, knowing that given the chance, Sungmin would ramble on all day, "But this isn't exactly a social visit. See... Yesung needs some help."

Ryeowook felt his shoulders curl to hide his neck and hopefully his reddening cheeks. He actually hadn't really made the cookies... he just put them in the oven and took them out just like the directions said. So to him, that wasn't making them.

Yesung was still confused as to why they were coming to Ryeowook's roommate for help. "Hi?" he said to Sungmin, giving him a small wave. The artist... at least he was known as something cool.

Sungmin folded his legs up under himself and beamed. "How can we help?"

"Well, Yesung has been invited to this party. An... expensive party. Where everyone is going to be all dressed up and arrive in limos... and he has to impress the love of his life there." Kyuhyun smirked a little, glancing at Yesung. "So I was hoping maybe Sungmin could help... with the clothing aspect. And that you all might have an idea about transportation."

Yesung's eyes grew wider with each additional word Kyuhyun said, his wide gaze turning to Sungmin in a different light. "You're... wait..." Sungmin was closer to his size... so if he had to borrow clothes from someone it would be more ideal.

Ryeowook envisioned an epic romantic movie. Where Yesung was in a limo, speeding through traffic trying to arrive on time before his love would involuntarily marry another. "Oh! Sounds exciting!" he clapped and grinned with a small squeal, but as soon as that came out he shied down, since well.. Kyuhyun was still there.

"Very... Cinderella," Kyuhyun nodded, clearly entertained by the whole situation. And by Ryeowook... he hoped to be hiding his growing interest in the other man well.

Sungmin bounced out of his seat and over to Yesung, then leaned forward, definitely invading his personal space, and stared at him. "Hm...." Then he stood back up with a huge smile, and squealed cutely. "I have the perfect thing!" He spun on his heel and disappeared into his bedroom.

Yesung had tipped back only the slightest, his eyes crossing when Sungmin dipped in closely. When he left though, Yesung fully understood more on why he and Ryeowook were roommates. Speaking of Ryeowook... and Kyuhyun... Yesung somehow felt a different air in the room. A light one. A jovial one? Either way, he kept to quietly observing the other two, wondering what exactly Sungmin was going to bring out.

Ryeowook averted his attention, when the sweet scent of baked goods floated to his nose. "Oh!" The cookies! "Do you want some cookies?!" he stood up quickly.

"I WANT SOME COOKIES~" Sungmin's voice shouted from his bedroom.

"Sure," Kyuhyun replied politely, as he pondered how Yesung could get to the party.

"Sounds great," Yesung rounded off the responses, and watched as Ryeowook hurried away.

As soon as the other was gone, Yesung's lips were aching into a smile he realized he withheld. "He's quite the... nice one," he commented quietly to Kyuhyun.

Kyuhyun nodded nonchalantly, pretending not to notice what Yesung was hinting at. "He's very nice."

Ryeowook came back, a full plate of warm cookies held tightly in his hands. He was too afraid he would drop them from sheer anxiety. "Here they are..." he bent over a bit and set them down on the small coffee table in front of the couch the other two were on. As he straightened up, his eyes caught themselves staring up at Kyuhyun.

"They smell delicious..." Kyuhyun said, voice wavering slightly as he found himself distracted by Ryeowook's shy stare, the first thing besides music to be able to distract him in... ever? "Thanks..." He trailed off.

Just then, Sungmin returned with his arms full of clothes. "If anything doesn't fit I can alter it... I hope you like pink." He beamed, depositing the pile of clothing in Yesung's lap.

Ryeowook quickly fell back into the chair, his moment of pure enrapture broken by Sungmin, thankfully. He wasn't sure his heart could handle all of its erratic beating. Yet seeing Yesung toppled with clothes, he reached for a cookie to help him calm down.

Yesung's eyebrows shot up, as he stared at the mass of clothes on him. "Wow... these.. are yours?" he picked up one article, noticing the different, quite innovative pattern.

"Yep," Sungmin smiled, proud. "I make pretty much all my clothes, whenever I can get my hands on decent fabric..." He beamed, grabbing a cookie to nibble on cutely. "So you should try stuff on."

Kyuhyun reached into the pile and pulled something that was a very bright, fluorescent pink out of the pile and snickered. "Eeteuk would love you in this, hyung."

Yesung highly doubted Eeteuk would think he looked good in anything. But with the prospect that just possibly Eeteuk would... he stared at the clothes seeing them as his golden ticket. "Whatever looks good right?" he uttered, trying not to flush. He gently scooted the clothes to the side though so he could stand. "So what should I try first?"

"Oooh, let's have a fashion show!" Sungmin beamed, gathering up all the clothing again. "Come on, let's go to my room and put stuff on and then you can come out here and show it off." Then he winked too obviously at Ryeowook. "Ryeowookie will just have to entertain Kyuhyun while we are gone."

Oh great. Ryeowook stared at Sungmin in horror at his impeding doom, a stare that his roommate pointedly ignored. Yesung scooted along down the hall after Sungmin.

Entering the other's room was beyond shocking and Yesung had to look back towards the hallway to make sure this room was real. "This is very... pink."

"Oh, thank you~ I decorated it myself," Sungmin giggled, dragging Yesung in. "Now... What should you try on first?"

Ryeowook in the living room kept glancing between the cookies and Kyuhyun and the hallway, his hands gripping onto his thighs right above his knees. To relieve his tension he reached for another cookie.

Kyuhyun hummed softly, drumming his fingers on his knees in an unheard rhythm. He reached forward for a cookie at the same time as Ryeowook, and their hands brushed against one another.

That unexpected soft touch between their hands caused Ryeowook to fathom in alarmed embarrassment. "O-S-Sorry!" From the tips of his fingers he swore a blush spread all the way to his cheeks and the ends of his ears. He also intended to retreat his hand but it hadn't moved from his shock.

Kyuhyun pulled his hand back slowly, smiling at Ryeowook. "Sorry." He cleared his throat, looking around the room, and found himself cursing his lack of social skills.

Ryeowook nervously bit his bottom lip debating within... Finally he grabbed a cookie and held it up for Kyuhyun. Noticing how unsanitary that might seem, he quickly blurted, "My hands are clean!"

Kyuhyun laughed and took the cookie. "I'm not really worried about that."

Hearing that laugh set a cheek aching smile onto Ryeowook's face, his small eyes curving along. Soon the door down the hall opened and a pair of footsteps stumbled down. Mainly it was Yesung trying to resist going out in any type of public wearing the current outfit Sungmin placed him in.

Ryeowook's smile was adorable, and contagious, and Kyuhyun found himself grinning. His smile only grew when he saw Yesung walk through the door in a dark pink, overly elaborate suit. He wasn’t surprised at all that Sungmin owned something like that, but on Yesung… "Oh... Wow..."

Sungmin was beaming. "Do you like it? Do you think it's dressy enough? He fits in my clothes like they were made for him."

Yesung hoped his facial expression showed his apprehension instead of him having to voice it. But really he wasn't the one with the fashion sense. To help the others' decisions he turned once.

Ryeowook tilted his head this way and that to form his own opinion. "Maybe something less..." With a lack of the right word he flicked his fingers while making a 'poof' type of sound.

Kyuhyun nodded, trying not to laugh. The fit was great, but he'd never imagined seeing Yesung in something so... flamboyant? "Most people will probably be wearing black..." he mentioned, hoping that Sungmin would get the hint.

Sungmin pouted cutely, but nodded. "I guess this might be a little much." And with that he dragged Yesung away again.

They were left alone again. After a few moments Ryeowook realized he was holding his breath and slowly let it out, his chest deflating. He fleeted his gaze to Kyuhyun before sputtering out, "I-I've heard you sing. You're really good." Each successive word became quieter and higher in tone.

"You have? I didn't know that. …Thank you." Then Kyuhyun looked around again, trying to think of something to say, "So... what do you do?"

Ryeowook didn't admit, though, that the day he heard Kyuhyun singing on the street was the day his life forever changed. "I... go to school part time?" He also worked but Ryeowook was too shy to disclose that to Kyuhyun.

"Do you work?" Kyuhyun asked, nibbling a cookie. "What do you study at school?"

Ryeowook worked at his school as a voice and piano lessons teacher. If Kyuhyun knew he would want to hear Ryeowook sing or play and the modest one was far too sheepish to do those in front of Kyuhyun. He shrank away, raising his hand to lift the collar of his shirt to shield his mouth and part of his cheeks. "Um... I work..." his reply was muffled and he was wondering where the other two were.

Kyuhyun could tell that the other was very embarrassed about the subject, so he dropped it immediately. "These cookies are delicious, by the way."

Ryeowook soaked in relief. In fact he almost instantly perked up hearing the compliment. "Really? Well... I didn't really make them. I just scooped the already made batter and put it in the oven." Now he smiled because he felt better letting Kyuhyun know the truth.

"Oh,” Kyuhyun laughed. "Well I probably couldn't even do that."

Just then, Sungmin paraded out. "I found it! It's really perfect now!"

Ryeowook's eyes grew as his eyebrows raised, his focus gearing towards Sungmin. Soon out walked Yesung and Ryeowook made a low cooing noise of surprise and appraisal.

Yesung had on a three piece outfit consisting of dark slate pants, a three button vest to match the pants with lapels that had stripes only seen in certain shadings of light, and a black collared shirt with the hem barely peeking out from beneath the vest. A dark red tie with a small grey pattern was neatly tucked into the vest.

"Wow." Kyuhyun grinned. "Eeteuk is going to jump you."

Sungmin clapped his hands. "I’m so glad I made this outfit now~ I'm going to make a few alterations so it reeeeally accentuates his good points." He bounced a little. "Oh, this is so fun."

Yesung lifted his arms a bit to try to get a view of what he looked like. It felt nice. "So this is it. I'm really going. Oh! What about... getting there?" The center of his eyebrows arched in question.

Ryeowook peeped up at this point raising his hand in the air mildly. "I think I can get a car..." he tried not to outwardly cringe as he knew obtaining the vehicle would be risky.

"Really?" Kyuhyun beamed. "That would be so great." He had been really worried about how they'd pull that off. "You two are real life savers, I can‘t thank you enough."

Sungmin wiggled onto the couch, pushing Ryeowook closer to Kyuhyun. "You mean, your parents? You don't actually think they'll..."

Ryeowook's reactions were tugged into two places. One to actually having his elbow brush against Kyuhyun's, and the other to Sungmin's comment. First he piped out a small meep, which was closely followed by a purposeful directing of attention to Sungmin. He raised his hands to veil his cheeks though, pretending that was his posture of thought or talking even though he was just trying to conceal his blush. "No... they won't... which is why we would have to..." he trailed off since the word he was going to speak seemed so forbidden.

Yesung squished himself into the other side of Kyuhyun, furthering the close proximity between the two youngest ones. "We'd have to...?"

Sungmin covered his mouth with his hands and gasped dramatically. "Oh my gosh, Wookie, you're going to get in so much trouble!"

Kyuhyun was now pressed against Ryeowook, and he ignored the odd feeling that was growing inside of him at the other’s proximity, instead choosing to look back and forth between the two, trying to get past the overwhelming cute that was streaming between them to figure out what was going on. Obviously, he didn't want Ryeowook doing anything that might cause him trouble.

Ryeowook immediately waved his hands in the air before him, ridding the atmosphere and any doomed tension. "N-No! I won't... I think we can do it..." he titled his chin up to stare up at Kyuhyun, trying to assure him, "They're just my parents." He then gazed past to Yesung when it almost became too much too much to look at Kyuhyun. "I mean... it's worth it right?" He posed this question in his hesitant, higher tone.

Trusting Ryeowook to know that it was okay, Kyuhyun turned, also looking at Yesung. "Is Eeteuk worth it?" He wanted to make sure that his friend really was in this all the way.

Yesung's eyes flickered between the three of them. He bit his lower lip as he looked down and off to the side. The image that ingrained his mind now was from the park that day, and then it was later in front of the car; both of those instances Yesung knew he wanted to view that face every passing day. He found himself nodding now before glancing back up to them. "Yes. He's definitely worth it."

"Then we can do it!" Sungmin bounced, clapping his hands. "Ryeowookie, I'll help you!"

Ryeowook released a deep breath and slowly smiled widely. Oh this was exciting! He never did anything remotely close to being illegal. Now he would become a real man. Or... at least one of those cool, dangerous ones. Or... not. "Alright. So, it's all settled!" Ryeowook clapped with Sungmin.

So this was actually happening. Tomorrow night, less than 24 hours away, he would be at the opening party and maybe even see... Eeteuk. Even though he found this all still unbelievable, Yesung smiled at the people who were making it happen. "Thank you... seriously. For all of your magical wonders," he added the last line for cheese sake. But really, they did make the best fairy godmothers.

Miscellaneous Character Information

2009-01-28T16:30:30Z

Here we will list any miscellaneous character information that may be relevant when writing them, such as where they live, what cars they drive, where they work, etc.

Dong Bang Shin Ki

Jaejoong -
Job:

Home:

Transportation:

Other:

Yunho -
Job:

Home:

Transportation:

Other:

Yoochun -
Job: Web Designer

Home: apartment

Transportation: sedan

Other:

Junsu -
Job: Junsu is a freelance writer for a local newspaper.

Home: apartment

Transportation: Junsu owns a random, average car, but he usually tries to make Yoochun drive everywhere, just because he can.

Other:

Changmin -
Job: Changmin is a new employee of UKE. He is currently the programming assistant (Shindong‘s Assistant). Apparently, Yunho is planning on eventually moving Changmin up to programming director when he promotes Shindong. Changmin currently has his own desk on the top floor of the office building.

Home: Changmin has a small apartment in walking distance of UKE. Upon graduating from college, he got the apartment and moved away from his parents in the country. The apartment is mediocre, and sparsely furnished, but it is Changmin’s pride and joy, the first thing he has been able to purchase himself.

Transportation: Changmin currently has no car. He walks or takes public transportation everywhere. He is saving up.

Other: Changmin has known Junsu and Yoochun since high school.

Super Junior

Eeteuk -
Job: Eeteuk is a pretty famous model. He’s been on the cover of several magazines and in a few commercials, so he is sometimes recognized on the street. He also works very closely with UKE and Yunho, helping to run the fashion aspect of the company, and was one of the main person working with the Bolero line. He directed the clothing design and designed a lot of it himself.

Home: Eeteuk has a really nice apartment that he can walk right up to from the street. It’s very posh and fancy (not to the extent that Yunho‘s is though.) It’s decorated very modern, with lots of white, high ceilings, open space, and minimalism. (Once he is with Yesung, I expect this will change, as every spare area will be covered with a beloved painting.) His pride and joy is the room that he had fixed up to be a giant walk-in closet, with one entire wall devoted to shoes.

Transportation: Eeteuk owns a white Ferrari convertible that he rarely drives (because he is the worst driver ever.) Usually someone picks him up, or he walks.

Other: Eeteuk and Yunho have known each other since middle school, where Eeteuk, who was two grades ahead of the other, was Yunho's tutor. Despite the age difference, the two became inseperable.

Heechul -
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Home:

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Other:

Hangeng -
Job:

Home:

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Other:

Yesung -
Job:

Home:

Transportation:

Other:

Kangin -
Job:

Home:

Transportation:

Other:

Shindong -
Job:

Home:

Transportation:

Other:

Sungmin -
Job:

Home:

Transportation: walks or takes public transportation

Other:

Eunhyuk -

Donghae -
Job:

Home:

Transportation:

Other:

Siwon -
Job:

Home:

Transportation: fire red corvette

Other:

Ryeowook -

Kibum -
Job:

Home:

Transportation:

Other:

Kyuhyun -
Job:

Home:

Transportation: walks or takes public transportation

Other:

Miscellaneous

Taegoon -
Job: Taegoon is the fetch-it guy at a prestigious advertisement agency. He's the guy that gets everyone coffee and makes photocopies. Eventually, a promotion may be on the table, but he's happy for the time being.

Home: Taegoon has a small, messy apartment. If Jaejoong is coming over, he cleans it up, but within a day, it is a disaster again.

Transportation: walks or takes public transportation

Other:

Bolero ~ Wednesday Night (HoMin)

2009-01-28T16:25:11Z

Title: Bolero ~ Wednesday Night
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: HoMin
Notes: This is what happens at the end of day 6. It is plotless, so you can skip it if you want, or read it as a oneshot. :3

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Yunho easily took the few dishes and set them in the convenient dish washer. Now came the main part of the night that had been randomly spurting up in his mind. What would happen after dinner? He even did last minute tidy-ups here and there. "Alright, well, obviously this is the kitchen," he gestured his arm at the room. "Come, come this way," he waved his hand as he moved back to the larger area.

Changmin got up quickly, and tried to help Yunho clean up, but it took the other only a moment. Then the tour began.

The main living area had a cozy set up of an l-shaped couch and a couple big chairs. The furniture focused on the plasma screen mounted up. A black fireplace stood against the wall, and a large picture of a landscape decorated the space above it. The highlight of the room was the span of wide windows stretching across one wall, showing an illuminated view of part of the city. "The living room, which you also saw earlier..."

Changmin nodded, taking a better look, his eyes focusing mainly on the incredible view of the city.

Now he led Changmin down the hallway, the light from the previous room allowing them to see. The first room on the left, he showed as the guest bathroom. There was a closet on their way, and an empty bedroom that mainly his model friend used with its own bathroom as well. Finally Yunho stopped at the door near the end of the corridor. "Now," he let his hand rest on the doorknob as he shifted to Changmin, "the moment you've probably been waiting for." He said this in a teasing tone of course. "Where the magic happens..."

Praying that Yunho didn't know how right he was about that, Changmin did his best to laugh lightly, and waited for the other to open the door.

With a slow, even more teasing motion, Yunho pushed the door open, the lights in the room off. He stepped inside and waited for Changmin to enter before flicking them on. At the right moment, he hit the light switch and his room came into full view. It was practically the size of two rooms, the space closest to them filled with the chaise and another sleek tv. The items were a definition of dark masculine. His bed on the one wall was wide, and covered with a bedding ranging in creams and light browns. An armoire stood boldly, and the wall opposing them had curtains sweeping along the whole expanse. A door off to the side led to his just as elaborate bathroom.

It was more grand than anything Changmin had imagined, and he looked around, trying to keep his focus off the bed. Even with as little attention as he was giving it, he knew that his mind now had the setting for the fantasies that he'd been having with more and more frequency. "Wow..." he said, wanting to assure Yunho that he was properly impressed.

Yunho smiled, and walked over to the small table beside the chaise. "Just wait until you see this." He lifted a small remote and pressed a button, a faint sound humming as the curtains began to fold away and open up. Behind, were floor length windows, allowing a clear perspective of another part of the city. Yunho nodded his head, urging Changmin to step closer to receive a better view.

Changmin walked over to the windows, needing no encouragement, and gazed out at the view, even more incredible than the last. 'It would be amazing to wake up to something like that..."

Yunho let his thumb press down on another button, the lights overhead dimming down to establish that intimate setting. Now he directed his focus on the form of Changmin, how tall and lean his silhouette stood with the city background. Barely hearing those words, he smiled slightly and slowly closed the distance between them. He placed himself behind Changmin, his eyes following the line of the other's neck as his hands glided gently along the other's waist. He rested his chin on the curve of Changmin's shoulder, looking out the window now too. "Well... you can... if you want...."

Changmin froze as the other man's hands settled on his hips, and stood there as the other's words slowly sank in. He could feel his body reacting just to his hyung's nearness, but he couldn't move, couldn't breathe at the thought of all of his fantasies becoming real. Finally, he managed to catch his breath enough to respond, or so he thought, but all that he said was "Uh..."

Without a proper response, Yunho assumed he could try to provoke one out. He dipped his chin down, lips apart enough to fully move them against the sensitive skin of Changmin's neck he had access to. One of his hands snaked forward more to permit his palm to flatly run along the other's lower abdomen. Yunho felt his heartbeat rise at touching the other in such mild ways. "Was that a yes?" he murmered.

"We... we... we haven't.... known each other that long..." Changmin felt obligated to say, even as, to be honest, he was hoping that the other would ignore him and keep going.

If Yunho were to take a step back and reflect, he would notice how hard his heart really was pounding, and how nervous he really felt. He only went so far with a few women, and to think... with a guy. But he oh so very yearned for this. Especially right now, and who cared about how long they knew each other. All of his previous apprehensions and concerns flew out the window as soon as the other stepped into his room. "I know. But I don't care... do you?" his breath was light, and his tone deep. Sliding his tongue out for a small taste, he let it run along a patch of warm skin.

"I..." Changmin shuddered at the feel of the other's tongue, but when he thought about it... it was true. He really didn't care. "No."

Yunho ended his tongue's journey with another kiss, and positioned both of his hands at the waist of the other's pants. There he untucked Changmin's button up shirt, and undid the first round button. As he undid the next few, the length of his body pressed snugly at the back of the other's. Finally at the last button, instead of unsnapping it, he ran one of his hands down the front of Changmin's undershirt.

It already felt like a dream, watching Yunho's long fingers unbuttoning each of his buttons carefully, and Changmin's body shook with anticipation of things to come. He wondered if he should tell Yunho how little experience he had (none), but decided it was better to not. He didn't want to scare the other man off.

As Yunho's hands came to the hem of the other's shirt, he pulled just an inch away and slowly turned Changmin around to him. Just the lights of the city playing along the features and structure of the younger's face could send his heart stopping, and unconsciously he began to cup the other's jaw. Lowering his eyes, he moved in to apply the longing of his lips onto the other's, and his other hand finally removed that last barrier of a button.

Turning around slowly, Changmin gazed into the other's eyes, just as Yunho's lips pressed gently against his own. Like earlier, in the office, Changmin's desire for the older man quickly took over as he lost himself in the kiss, mouth opening eagerly to accept Yunho's tongue.

Already noting the open willingness of Changmin, Yunho conceded avidly himself and slid his tongue past the other's parted lips and into the moist heat of his mouth. There he kneaded his tongue right against the other's, reveling in how a hint of the sweet mango and dough lingered on. His hands now pushed at the other's shirt, the fabric crumpling down to the floor below them. Now they freely roamed over parts of Changmin that were firm yet smooth, and Yunho's fingers were just itching to touch his actual skin.

Hesitantly reaching up to put his hands on Yunho's broad chest, Changmin swirled his tongue against the other's, already making soft noises of pleasure at the feel of the other's hands on him.

A new driving factor definitely became those noises that Changmin just made--they were an intimate melody to his ears and he wanted to hear more. He let the small battle of their tongues ensue for a bit longer, then reluctantly tore away only to tug off the thin white shirt of the other. Now to dispose of his own bothersome clothing, Yunho ushered Changmin's hands to the buttons of his dark gray vest and took this time to silently commend how.. well.. pleasing the other was physically.

Now standing shirtless in front of Yunho, Changmin flushed as the other looked over his body, struggling to undo the buttons that his hands had been guided to. His fingers trembled more as each was released, until he could ease the vest off over Yunho's shoulders.

Not wanting Changmin to feel too exposed, Yunho slipped out of his last layer, pulling it over his head and dropping the garment at their feet. They were both free of shirts, and Yunho remarked in a hushed breath, "You're better than anyone else I could have." After voicing this, he loosely grabbed the other's wrist, and slowly walked backwards, leading him to the spacious bed. When he felt the back of his knees hit the bed, he sat down upon the mattress. He was gazing up at Changmin now and a small smile adorned his lips as he leaned forward, grazing his lips faintly along the bare skin of the other's.

Changmin's heart fluttered at the other's words, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered at how the other affected him so. But more important was their new proximity to the bed, and Yunho's warm lips on his chest, which felt very nice. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he hesitated, trying to decide where to put his hands, before settling on Yunho's shoulders.

As Yunho cared to the other, his teeth scraping along the other between licks and more kisses, his hands pressed on the fabric of Changmin's pants at his thighs. They quickly circled back to the other's rear, squeezing momentarily. He drifted his mouth over to a softened dark nipple of the other's, and flushing himself, he rolled the flat side of his tongue to harden it.

If kissing felt amazing, Yunho's wandering hands and mouth felt indescribable. Changmin mewled softly as the older man played with his nipple.

Ah yes, Yunho's ears twitched in reaction to the sounds coming favorably from Changmin. He laid a light a kiss on that spot before splaying a series of kisses down the central line of the other's torso, until he finally let his chin gracefully trail upon his skin. His fingers wandered back to the front of the other's pants, and nimbly his fingers undid the button and dragged the zipper down. Now Yunho was breathing rather irregularly, as his eyes focused down on the open set of pants. He really was... filled with nerves, but they were ones of excitement.

Changmin's heart was fluttering erratically, and Yunho's hands were on his pants, and he bit his lower lip hard, trembling with nervousness. He had a feeling there was no turning back once Yunho saw him naked...

Biting his lower lip as in to not make some sort of gasps of surprise to save either of them from embarrassment, Yunho looped his fingers into the waist and tugged the pants down until they began to fall on their own down to the other's ankles. He inhaled deeply, and his hands wavered just a bit while they reached up to now tend to the remaining boxers. A lump lodged annoyingly in his throat as he slipped his fingers into the elastic band. Slowly, he slid that last clinging material down...

Changmin immediately moved his hands down to cover himself, shy and embarassed at how turned on he was, and not knowing if his size was okay, and a million other worries, each more frightening than the last.

Yunho smiled at Changmin's shyness, and briefly debated how to make the other feel more comfortable. It was hard when he himself was unsure--he was running on newly gained internet knowledge here, and Changmin evidently (to his knowledge) never did anything of such sorts. So it was very new for the both of them. And he liked that. "Can I?" he asked for permission, peering up at the other as one of his hands gently brushed away the other's. He wasn't sure what permission he was trying to gain though.

*I'm sorry,* Changmin mumbled, feeling incredibly vulnerable, as he slowly moved his hands away.

Forcefully he swallowed that tense block in his throat, and being so near the younger man's unveiled length that erected firmly caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Yunho felt the surges of fervor sweep through him, and he hesitantly formed his long fingers around the shaft. A particular heartbeat thudded in him as he started to drag his enclosed hand up the other.

The movement brought a gasp of surprise from Changmin's lips. Of course, he'd touched himself like that before, but someone else stroking him like that... If sex felt better than this, he didn't know he was going to survive the night.

Yunho smoothed the pad of his thumb over the susceptible tip of the organ, earning a small secretion of the filmy essence. His eyebrows raised only a fraction at how he was the cause, and when he caressed his fist back down the hardened member, he stroked it up by tightening his grasp enough to win him a bit more of the natural fluid. Just seeing this, and doing this, was exhilarating. Without another round of permission, Yunho leaned in and dipped his tongue out, tasting the released precum.

The moan that Changmin involuntarily let out was embarrassing, and he quickly covered his mouth with one hand, keeping the other on Yunho's shoulder for balance.

Having that pleased noise hit the air that was dense with the sexual tension, Yunho dared to lag his tongue more on the warm and silky surface. He lapped his tongue slowly up the underside, his hand holding the base securely. As his tongue reached the head again, he encircled his mouth to take in just that part and he sucked to draw out more sounds. He released the other's hardness though, and stared up at him, proceeding to scoot back on the bed, inviting Changmin onto it as well.

Further moans were muffled by Changmin's hand, but the sounds stilled as Yunho backed up, sliding onto the bed. Hesitating only for a moment, Changmin slid up beside the other man, taking a moment to admire how gorgeous he was. His eyes lingered on the tent in the older man's pants, and he thought for a moment, before shyly and carefully laying his hand on the bulge.

Since Yunho hadn't expected that, he was unable to prepare himself and it only registered to him a bit too late at where Changmin's hand rested. Despite his previous ministrations on the other, he still found a tingle of heat rush to his cheeks and down to his loins. His pants felt awfully tight, and simultaneously, he urged in a low voice, "Go ahead," and bucked his hips up vaguely.

With just a tiny, shy smile, Changmin moved his hand over Yunho's heat, then shifted so that he could use both hands to unbuckle the belt, and pull down the zipper. Then he paused, risking a shy glance up at the older man.

Yunho fixated his gaze on Changmin, eyes following every minute movement. When their eyes locked, he nodded and leaned back onto his elbows, which supported him as he continued to observe. This was beyond what one would call hot.

A dark blush graced Changmin's face as he continued, hooking his fingers under the other's pants and underwear, so that he could pull them down in one swift go. Yunho's hard length sprang up, and Changmin found himself staring at it.

Yunho now felt like the one under examination, and blinked away before returning his stare to look at Changmin. The other didn't hide the fact that he was staring, and well... Yunho hoped his well-endowed very excited length didn't intimidate him.

Doing his best not to think about where the other's huge girth was supposed to fit, Changmin carefully placed his hand against it, sliding his fingertips up and down it a few times, echoing what the other had been doing moments earlier

Yunho's eyebrows furrowed as he became the victim of newfound pleasure, and breaths heavily left his mouth which slightly hung open. Eventually resolving to tilting his head back, he closed his eyes for a second to fully feel the sensations. He found it hard not to just thrust himself up into the other's hand.

Seeing the other responding favorably, Changmin gained just enough confidence to completely grip the length, extending his strokes, pleased that now he was making Yunho make noises.

One of Yunho's legs tensed to a slight bend as one particular stroke sent a strong wave of pleasure through him. His erection twitched to the other's care, and now he imagined how much better it would feel... Being inside of Changmin. Soon he slid his eyes open, staring at the ceiling before lifting his chin back to gaze at Changmin. A new vigor wrestled in his eyes.

Changmin's hand faltered in it's stroking as his eyes once again met Yunho's. The other's eyes gleamed with something- lust, probably, and finally it sank in what they were doing. What they were going to do. Biting his lip again, even harder, Changmin struggled to speak. "Um..."

They could still back out now, Yunho remarked within as he slowly sat up. Despite the burning in him that wanted it so badly, he wanted Changmin to not feel pressured. He let the tip of his index finger run underneath Changmin's chin as he kept the line of vision between them. "Are you ready?"

Changmin trembled as he looked into Yunho's eyes, feeling the other's gentle touch. "I... I don't ... I don't know what I'm doing.... and I don't know how it works, I mean... how... that... could... ....fit..." He trailed off, mortified by the fact that he'd actually said what he was thinking.

A small laugh immediately left Yunho's lips as really... it was a legitimate concern as he wondered too, but still... he was amused. Yet he wasn't going to inform Changmin of his own worries, for fear it would make the other ten times more hesitant. "It's okay. Just... listen... and let your body guide you." The mind in these times could be found unreliable when so many clashing thoughts invaded

"I overthink everything," Changmin admitted, once again glancing down to Yunho's hardness. "You... won't hurt me, right..." At that moment, he wasn't sure if he meant physically or emotionally.

With a sudden desire of protection flow through him, Yunho shook his head as he frowned. "No... I won't... not in a million years." He then changed his position so he could pull Changmin into an embrace. A hand of his swept up to hold the back of the other's hair. "I'll be gentle."

Snuggling against the other's chest, Changmin felt only slightly guilty that he'd somewhat ruined the mood. But still... he was having trouble believing that this was really happening. But it was definitely something he wanted. He couldn‘t ask for a better man or woman to be his first… So he decided he should let it happen. "I trust you..." and he did.

One side of his mouth curling into a relieved smile, he pulled away to let the other see the genuine affection residing in his eyes. This was followed by a kiss, and shifting of bodies until Yunho was hovering above the other. He tenderly planted multiple consecutive pecks on the other's lips, as his hands explored the other's inner thighs with fingertips. Then he slowly began to part them, his own figure lowering between.

Changmin wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck, enjoying the gentle kisses, and managed to stay relaxed as the other spread his legs. He wasn't expecting at all the fire that coursed through him when Yunho's length brushed against his own, and he moaned softly against the other's lips.

The shared breaths between them left a tender sweetness. A tube of lubrication was already tucked underneath a pillow, and Yunho easelessly grabbed it, kissing the center of Changmin's chin now. Barely a second later, the cool gel spread over his fingers. With a newfound calmness in him, he let out a word of advice to Changmin, "Relax..." He then pressed a sole finger at the virgin hole, waiting for a sign of readiness before continuing.

Changmin's arms tightened around the other in nervousness as he watched what was happening, but he soon clenched his eyes shut. Suddenly, there was coolness against his entrance, and he couldn't believe that he was going to let this happen.

Yunho inched his finger in, pushing past that initial ring of muscle. He attentively listened for signals to halt his actions. The coolness of the lube was forgotten as the heat now enveloping his finger took over. Once he slowly delved his finger fully within the other, he began to pump it in and out at a languid pace.

The intrusion felt very strange, and Changmin struggled not to tense up. It didn’t hurt, just felt… odd. He could feel his body trying to push the finger out, and he breathed slowly, relaxing himself further.

Once he became accustomed to the motion of the first finger, he let the second one join, prodding both slicked digits within the tensed passage. To help ease up the other, Yunho left a new path of faint kisses down the other's neck. With his two fingers, he gently spread them apart, not wanting to harm Changmin but needing sufficient preparation.

Changmin grabbed at Yunho, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his mouth against his own once again.

Yunho submitted to the kiss, fashioning their mouths together so one had to breath deeply from the nose for any ounce of oxygen. For added precaution as well, Yunho finaly slipped in the last finger, twisting them just mildly as they thrust continuously into Changmin. So far he hadn't heard noises of pain so that was good.

It hurt when Yunho added the third finger, and Changmin whimpered softly against the other's lips, trying hard not to show his increasing fear. It was going to hurt, he didn't understand why people liked this, it wasn't at all logi-

Pleasure coursed through his body when Yunho's fingers hit his prostate, and stars danced in front of Changmin's eyes. He moaned loudly, forgetting all of his reservations, just wanting more. Now.

At first Yunho's long fingers hesitated hearing the whimper, and he worried for a second but still sank them deeper than before into Changmin. Alongside the sudden louder noise, the inner walls of the younger flexed upon his fingers, and he realized that he must have just hit the other's marvel spot. Wanting more of those types of rewards and feeling more assurance, Yunho repeated his long thrust of his fingers, making sure he slipped them nice and deep.

"Ahh..." Changmin moaned, "Right there..." If he could think about the rush of feelings pouring through his heated body, he'd be embarrassed by the wanton noises he was making.

Noticing the growing need in Changmin, and himself, Yunho removed his fingers. In this interlude, he lubricated his own throbbing member. As the heavy length nudged against the hopefully well prepared entrance, Yunho ardently questioned near Changmin's ear, "You ready?" But there wasn't much time given for a response, as Yunho, holding the base of his erection, urged his hips forward so that the tip broke past the puckered hole and gradually slid inside. He paused halfway though, breathing hotly.

It was too much, and not enough all at the same time and Changmin whined in his throat, fingertips digging into the other man's shoulders, and kept telling himself to breathe..

Yunho placed his hand at the other's hip, fingers barely gripping as he retracted himself, but before he was fully out he once again lowered himself in. His large arousal was engulfed purely by the hotness of those randomly clenching walls. As he progressed, this time he slid a bit further in, a small groan emitting from his throat at just how amazing this felt.

"I'm... fine..." Changmin managed to groan out, "Just... do it..." It wasn't enough, he needed more.

Those were words Yunho privately wanted to hear, and promptly he fluidly thrust into the other, submerging his elongated length to the hilt. His pelvis was brushing against Changmin's thighs, but not for long as he quickly pulled out only to shove himself back in. The tightness of the other was overbearing, and as he started a rhythmic pace, his breathing was becoming erratic between his deeper and passionate moans.

Changmin arched his back in a silent scream as Yunho was suddenly pounding into him. He panted heavily, pushing back as Yunho thrust in.

The whole variety of pleasurable sensations traveled right down to his lower region. As he drove into the man below him over and over, plunging deeper it felt like, his mind became melted thoughts solely focused on how much closer to the edge he was brought. With a fleeting reminder, he settled a hand between their sweat draped bodies and tended to the pulsating member of Changmin's. He held no reservations as he roughly pumped him.

When Yunho's erection finally sank in deep enough to hit Changmin's pleasure spot, the younger man was reduced to almost constant moaning, unable to do anything but drive himself down onto the other over and over. As soon as Yunho stroked his weeping member, he lost it, and Changmin fell over the edge into heaven.

The way those already constricting walls hugged his erection drawled out a low, long, and quite shaky groan from Yunho, and he shook as he released his warm essence. He thrust a few more times to ride out his climax, which he over satisfyingly admitted was the amazing and mind crushing one he ever experienced. Slowing to a stop, the sound of lost breathing filling the air, he pulled out and used the last remaining strength in his muscles, to lean in and kiss Changmin.

Nothing could have prepared Changmin for the orgasm he experienced. The feeling was so indescribable, if he'd been able to think, he would have just been glad he hadn't blacked out. Finally coming back to earth, Changmin fell back against the pillows with a loud moan, kissing Yunho gently when the lips were presented to him.

Now utterly exhausted beyond capacity, he lazily rolled to the side, a loud exhale revealing just how spent he was. Yet his eyes trailed over the form of Changmin, a smile lifting. Finally he extended an arm out to his nightstand, taking a tissue and beginning to gently clean up the mess they caused-first his hand and lower abdomen, then a bit of Changmin's belly and other places.

"Nn..." Changmin's lay there, arms over his head, and peered sleepily at Yunho. His smile slowly grew as he thought about what they'd just done.

Disposing of the tissues, he looked over at Changmin and before the other officially fell asleep, he tugged the plush sheets out from beneath them and pulled them up to protect their bare skin from the cool air. Underneath the layer of material, Yunho slid close to Changmin and wrapped a loose arm over the other's waist. The warmth emanating from the younger's body was comforting, and he briefly wondered why he hadn't met Changmin sooner.

Curling up into Yunho's embrace, Changmin yawned softly, mumbling. "So perfect..."

Bolero ~ Sunday Night/Monday Morning (YooSu)

2009-01-28T16:21:58Z

Title: Bolero ~ Yoosu - Sunday night/Monday morning
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: YooSu
Notes: This is what happened Sunday night after YooSu dropped Changmin off at home, after they all went out drinking. It can be read as a one shot too, if you just want smut. lol. All you have to know is that they have been friends for a long time, but never dated, and are drunk. Lol. XD;

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday Night (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday
Wednesday | Wednesday Night (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday

The second the door of the cab closed, Junsu fumbled to undo his seatbelt and moved so that he was straddling Yoochun. He then pressed his lips roughly against the other's blocking any complaint, a lustful soon moan leaving the younger man's lips.

A rough hand lustfully massaged Junsu's open-for-touch groin. Shit, Yoochun was glad Changmin was gone, because it was getting harder and harder for him to suppress the animalistic desire. No complaints at all. He tugged at Su's lower lip and pulled back to release it, breaking the kiss so he could smirk at the other. In his lower voice, he teased, "You couldn't wait 'til we got to your place?"

All Yoochun got as a response was another wanton moan as Junsu ground his hips down hard into the other's lap.

"Fuck..." The older man hotly groaned himself, and sliding his hands back, he grabbed the other's taut rear and rolled his own pelvis up. Jeans grinding together sure as hell made a nice friction. He attacked the other's neck, gnawing at his skin which tasted slightly of salty sweat.

Junsu shoved Yoochun's shirt up so he could rub the other's nipples, which he did, roughly, and leaned his head back, giving the other easier access to his neck, lips parted as he panted sinfully.

And right about now he didn't give a fuck if the cab driver watched each lewd action. He groaned against that now moist skin from his persistent licks and nips. Along the seam of the jeans right at the crack of Junsu's ass, he dragged his fingers to show how much he wanted his intoxicated friend.

"Ah..." Junsu groaned, "I want you to feel you inside of me… fuck me so hard... I want you right now, fuck..." He twisted Yoochun's nipples, rolling the firm nubs between his fingers, then moved his hands down over the other's toned stomach to his belt.

"A-Ahngh..." A broken hot moan stumbled from his lips at the painfully pleasing tweak, and he sucked in his lower stomach at that touch. He rolled his neck back, cursing again, and just barely glanced out the window to realize they were at a stop in front of a familiar building. "Shit, we're here," he announced, and bucked his hips to tell Junsu to take out his wallet for him to pay for the fare.

"Thank god," Junsu moaned, wiggling in the older man's lap, too drunk and delirious with lust to take the hint.

Yoochun rolled his eyes and reached over to open the cab door. He pushed Junsu off of him and out, slapping him on the ass and earning a loud whine as he went. Then he fished out some high enough bills and tossed it to the front seat, whisking out a "Thanks" before hurrying out after the other. Slamming the door shut, his hand shot up to yank at the back of Junsu's neck, crashing their mouths together in a messy but needy manner, the other man turning around just in time to be jerked into the passionate kiss. The screeching of wheels sounded as the cab drove off.

Junsu wrapped his arms around Yoochun's neck, panting into the kiss, and all but thrust his tongue down the other's throat, all the while trying to get a leg around the other's waist.

Finally, Yoochun helped Junsu along with the leg wrapping by hoisting him up by grabbing the back of his thighs and lifting. Even though momentarily both of the other's legs were halfway around him, he staggered forward up the couple of steps and towards the building door. But the weight of the other caused them to slam into the main door, smashing their mouths even more prominently together.

Junsu wrapped his legs tightly around Yoochun's waist and kept kissing him, barely noticing when his back slammed into the wall, or the air, so cold that they could see their breath, as they were still outside. "Oh god," he moaned into the other's mouth, more overcome with desire than he had ever been in his entire life.

Yoochun blindly punched in what he thought was the correct code, and thankfully the buzz noise sounded. He wiggled the knob until they both fell in, and then had to pause to reposition Junsu from falling. "Shit, you're heavy," he muttered out against the other's kiss. He stumbled forward to the elevator so that the other's lower back hit the arrow.

"Maybe you're just... weak..." Junsu sucked on the other's bottom lip, back arching against the wall. "Now fuck me already, I don‘t care who sees."

"Oh I'll fuck you," Yoochun retorted, his tongue trailing out to swipe along the other's mouth, "I'll fuck you into next week, screaming my name all the way there." Not a millisecond after the ding of the elevator rang out, did Yoochun hurl them into the elevator. Against the nearest wall within the small space, he ripped at Junsu's shirt, growling until it was finally out of his way.

"Oh, yes," Junsu replied, clearly approving of that plan as he yanked at Yoochun's shirt, wanting access to the other man's chest.

Yoochun aided in the clothing removal process, but whether it was his and Junsu's combined drunken minds working or another reason, he heard that small tear of fabric. Yet his shirt immediately fell off after that. He didn't care, and resumed the assaulting of Junsu, gyrating himself against the other to feel any amount of pleasure. His flushed lips ambushed any part of the other they could.

Junsu pressed his chest against the other's enjoying the feel of bare skin against his own, and once again worked at Yoochun's belt buckle, struggling to free the strip of leather so that he could get to what lay beneath, kissing Yoochun whenever the other's mouth got close enough.

Allowing the length of his tongue now to wetly drag up the other's shoulder, teeth biting hard at the joint between shoulder, Yoochun made a noise of frustration at what the hell was taking the other so long to get his damn belt off. He was impatient, waiting far too long for this. Soon he slapped Junsu's hands away from his buckle, and pressed one of the other's wrists back against the wall. He stared at Junsu before using his index finger and thumb to give the other a returning favor by pinching a nipple into budding form.

He'd never in a million years thought that Yoochun would be so rough, and it was turning him on more than anyone had, ever. "Fuck me, fuck me..." He chanted, thrusting his hips against Yoochun, probably making it harder for the other to undress.

And it did, as the growing lump in his pants begged for more. Yoochun chuckled at how Junsu shamelessly expressed his need for him, and he felt smug. Instead of attempting to rid of his belt, he clenched onto one end of Junsu's and gave it a few jerking pulls until it dangled down to the ground. Releasing the other's wrist, he bent his knees so now his tongue loosely lolled along his stomach, the solid muscle dipping into Su's belly button before slowly winding up. As he did this, both of his hands drifted up the other's sides, nails delving into his skin to leave smaller marks.

Junsu pushed up on the other’s shoulders, wanting him lower, the imagined moistness of Yoochun’s mouth making his erection twitch in anticipation.

As for Junsu's attempts and downward implications, Yoochun simply ignored them for the moment. The tip of his hot tongue swelled against one of Junsu's nipples before he blew cool air across the skin, watching it harden impossibly more. As he now took the perked nub between his teeth, his lower stomach rolled against the other's imprisoned hardness, causing a bit of the zipper to rub at his own exposed skin.

Junsu was just about to hiss out that he was going to be pissed if the other man made him come in his pants (which was definitely becoming a real possibility) when the elevator finally lurched to a stop and the doors opened on the younger man's floor.

Although Yoochun had begun to like the idea of just fucking there in the elevator, he unfolded his form from Junsu's, hastily grabbing their discarded clothing, and yanking on the other's arm. Yet not even a step outside of the smaller space, he once again thrust his mouth onto the other's. The force was so powerful that he felt their teeth collide through their lips, but he ignored the pang. Navigating down the hallway pretty much consisted of a couple steps, slam against the wall to feverishly kiss, before another few steps occurred.

Suddenly, the warmth that was pressed against Junsu vanished, and he felt himself being pulled out of the elevator and down the hallway, sort of, except that Yoochun kept pausing to push him against a wall to kiss. Every time their lips met, it was like fire, and Junsu was moaning so much it was probably a miracle that no one in the building woke up and came out to check on what was going on, not that either of them would have minded. At one point, Junsu actually managed to pin Yoochun to the wall, and pushed carelessly at his pants, trying to get them down, all the while kissing the older man as if his life depended on it..

Unsuccessfully, Yoochun's pants had only stubbornly sank low enough for the sharp line of his hips to show. Pulling away for just a second, he asked in a rough tone of impatience. "Where the fuck are your keys?" He began searching, prying his hands first into the back pockets of the other's tight jeans, giving an extra squeeze to feel the muscle of the Junsu's ass. Then his hands went to the front pockets, his thumbs extending out to deliver a solid stroke to that hard member pushing out against the jean fabric.

The hands touching him everywhere were making it so hard to concentrate, but Junsu finally got his keys out of his pocket, and handed them to Yoochun as he mouthed the other's neck, leaving a good, dark, bruise in his wake.

A noteworthy moan fell from his lungs at the ministrations mercilessly being done to his throat. He had to push Junsu away so he could concentrate long enough to steal his keys, and stumble to the door. It took him a few much too long seconds to fumble and rattle at the knob before the barrier swung open.

Not wanting to be pushed away, Junsu basically tackled Yoochun, pushing in through the open door and knocked him to the floor, landing on top. He leaned down and once again mashed his lips against the other's, already feeling like their mouths had been apart for two long.

Shit… Yoochun felt his slow throbbing lust just melt away his rationale. The throb began to beat faster, and he wanted Junsu so fucking bad. He gripped tightly at the other's waist, holding his weight down so that when Yoochun rocked up, their groins kneaded together. But he needed more, each article of clothing still remaining seeming more and more of a nuisance.

After a few more moments of deep kissing and grinding, Junsu tried to wiggle out of Yoochun's grasp so that he could remove what was left of the horrible clothing that was keeping them apart. "Never... wearing fucking clothes again..." He mumbled, struggling to kick off his pants.

The older one couldn't agree more, his hands switching between helping him shimmy from his own pants to yanking at different parts of Junsu's. Finally he was relieved of everything, even the last layer of Calvin Klein's that were hugging his swollen, wishful length. Now with his erection liberated, he let out a small hiss at how cool the apartment temperature felt, but immediately focused back on Junsu.

The second they were free of clothing, Junsu straddled Yoochun, grinding his ass down onto the other's erection with a satisfied moan. He leaned down, licking at Yoochun's lips as he eyed him lustfully.

The shared swelter of passion between their held gazes sent a salacious shiver down Yoochun, and he heatedly groaned before plunging his firm arousal up along that clenching crevice of Junsu's ass. That skin to skin friction wavered searing pleasure that seemed too good. His mind, plundered of coherent thoughts, fiercely imagined being inside. "Fuck Junsu..."

"Yes, do that," Junsu gasped out, trying to shift so that Yoochun's erection was pressing against his entrance. "Fuck. Fuck me."

An elongated moan of one being slowly gratified tumbled from his reddened and marred lips as the mushroomed tip pushed past that initial ring, and he deeply groaned, suddenly plunging his strained erection up in one rugged thrust. "Shit.. shit..." the way that heat just sucked him in... "Fuck.."

The satisfied moan that was leaving Junsu's lips as he finally felt Yoochun's length sink inside of him turned into a scream as it was thrust in in one hard motion. Even with his level of intoxication dulling the pain, it hurt, but he ignored it, lifting up his hips so that Yoochun slid most of the way out, before sitting back and taking him back in again. "Oh my god..." He groaned as he fucked himself on the other man, not caring that they were in the middle of the floor, or that the door to his apartment was still hanging open.

In order to receive leverage, Yoochun had to bend his legs, heels digging into the carpet. Through empassioned hooded eyes, he keenly watched the way Junsu's mouth gaped into mid-cries, and how his eyebrows scrunched into pleasure. He smirked, intoxicated but observing how the other bobbed up and along the fullness of his pulsing member. Each time Junsu bounced down onto him, the veins of his erection seemed to throb in ecstasy. Soon though he couldn't just lay there and watch. Now he began to lift, and ram himself back, the raunchy sound of skin slapping filling his ears between their moans.

It wasn't long before the pain turned into pleasure and Junsu couldn't think about anything but wanting more. He rode Yoochun as fast and hard as he could, eyes closed and lips parted as he gasped for air.

Continually driving up, his cum already oozed out to coat his hardness allowing an easier set of penetrating motions. He was forced near the edge of orgasm, and the combined rampant fucking between them became too much. "Fu~~uck!" Yoochun lunged his hips into the air, the head of his member nudging deeply against that special spot of Junsu's.

Junsu threw his head back in bliss, a loud incoherent cry escaping his swollen lips. "There! Fuck, please there! Oh god," He ground his hips down, knowing that any moment it was going to be too much and he was going to come.

His thighs tensed with each upward thrust. He took both his hands, one flattening against the other's lower stomach while his other snugly grasped Junsu's erect member. The thick length in his hand burned to the touch, and he began to jerk him off, loosening and tightening his grip as he pumped furiously. He was still too drunk though to correctly match the pace of his hand with his mindless fucking.

The random stroking of Yoochun's hand mixed with the constant pressure on his prostate was too much to stand, and Junsu clawed at Yoochun's stomach, his muscles clentching around the other's length as he came, practically blacking out from the pleasure that exploded inside of him.

An overwhelming wave of pleasure rocked right to his core, and his lower abdomen constricted as his erection twitched and jetted out his hot essence while deeply sheathed within Junsu. He couldn't whip out a noise, only tightening his jaw as he climaxed hard. Once the immense series of pleasures left, he lowered his hips, his length, which was still slightly hard, leaving that joyful heat. "Ahh.."

Junsu licked his dry lips, trying to catch his breath enough to say something, anything, but all he could manage to push out was a "nnn...." He shifted, leaning forward, and moaned once more when Yoochun slipped out of him.

The walls of Yoochun's throat were becoming sore, first from the alcohol he had drained earlier, and now from his heavy breathing beside the scattered moans. Now, though, the room air seemed to breeze along his slickened length, knocking some clear thoughts back. He sat up, leaning in to press his sensitive lips against Junsu's. After a moment, he pulled back to remark, "The door's open."

"Good..." Junsu replied, not really caring about what the other said, sliding his arms over Yoochun's shoulders as he kissed the other man tenderly, purring softly, body relaxed and sated.

Nerves of electricity still tingled through his skin, and the light kiss sent a small wave of alertness. He was like he just couldn't get enough of Junsu. He tilted his head slightly, moving his lips lazily yet firmly upon the other pair.

As he kissed the other, all Junsu could think about was getting the other man into his bed so that they could do it again, and he rubbed himself up against Yoochun, hoping the other man would notice his already half erect member.

With a smirk spreading along his lips in the kiss, he let out a quiet approving moan, definitely ready for a second round. "How bout..." Kiss. "You run to the room..." Bite. "And I'll join after I get something." Lick. "Okay?" Yoochun had an idea, but he wanted it to be a surprise to Junsu...

Junsu rose to his feet unsteadily, reaching for the wall to catch himself. "If you make me wait long I'll be pissed..." He keked softly before stumbling to his bedroom. When he got there, he slid into bed, moaning softly at the feel of his silky sheets against his over sensitized skin, and began to stroke himself slowly, impatiently waiting for Yoochun.

Yoochun scrambled up, shivering more from the cold than anything. Leaving the apartment door open let too much of the good warm air flow out, so to remedy that, his heavy steps led him over to the door and he quickly closed it. Falling back against it now, he exhaled before pushing himself off, now starting his staggering adventure of getting the chocolate.. whatever that stuff was. In the kitchen, he started with the refrigerator, peering over but shying away as the even colder air decided to pour out and invade his bare skin. "Shit.." he cursed at his goose bumps rising, and then another "Shit," to not seeing the bottle.

Junsu felt himself nod off as he continued playing with himself, and he fought it as best he could, but all the exercise topped with the massive amounts of alcohol he'd consumed were too much for his body, and finally, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

After searching through the different cabinets, and drawers, Yoochun came to the corner cabinet and figured if he didn't find it here, he'd give up. "Yah!" he quickly opened the small wooden door, and triumphantly, tucked behind the peanut butter was the Hershey's label. Grinning, he slid the bottle out and swaggered his way right to the room, humming softly and enthusiastically. "I finally found iiii..it...." his grin was wiped off into a scowl, seeing the slumbering form wrapped in the bed sheets. "Su?" he questioned, closing in on the bed to take a closer look.

A soft snore was all he received as a response from the younger man who was sprawled across the bed.

Extremely disappointed, a scowl still etched on his face, he trudged to the nearest side of the bed, thumping the bottle carelessly on the nightstand. Knowing Junsu after a night of drinking alone, he would never rouse the other awake. He sighed, pulling the sheets smoothly out, pushing the other over too so he could have some space. After sliding underneath the softness of the sheets, he rested his head down, first facing the other.... but after a few seconds, he rolled to the other side.

At the first stroke of sunrise, brightness shifted through the blinds of the room. Yoochun turned in the bed, about to grab for an extra pillow when his hand brushed soft.... naked... skin. Snapping his eyes open and sitting up, he stared at the unclothed figure of his closest friend, Junsu, sheets barely covering up the essential parts. Confusion washed through him momentarily, before realization finally struck him. Last night. He and Junsu. Shit!

He took another glance at Junsu, seeing how the other was soundly sleeping away into dreams. He couldn't stay here, no. What if the other woke up? They were drunk. It was just drunken sex. So now way would Junsu want... anything more... he'd be weirded out if anything. Since after all these years of knowing each other, and only sharing random kisses here and there, but nothing more.

Slinking out of the bed as he rubbed his neck, sore from the previous night‘s activities, Yoochun searched around for his clothes but remembered they were in the living room. He hurried out, tugging on whatever items were still in tact. His shirt was ripped, but it was better than nothing. After finding his other shoe as well, he headed for the front door, knowing possibly any second Junsu might wake up.

But... but... leaving like this... was it wrong? Hesitating, Yoochun scanned around, hoping to spot a pen and pad or something, however he couldn't find one. Oh, but he spotted a glint of silver. His watch? He didn't even remember taking that off, yet out of urgency, he picked the item up and rushed back to the room. Junsu thankfully still slept, and Yoochun bit his lower lip (which he noted was quite bruised) and set the watch he was holding randomly in the bed. He wasn't sure why... Well… in the worst case scenario, Junsu might never want to speak to him again. But Yoochun would need his watch back... so they would in some way have to see one another. Nodding at this resolution, Yoochun finally backed away out of the room, taking one last glance at the remnants of the previous, glorifying night. Then, he left for good.

When Junsu awoke, his whole body hurt. He sat up carefully, head cradled in his hands, and licked at a bit of dried blood on his lip, slowly opening his eyes, just to close them again, head aching from the bright sunlight coming into the room.

With that much sun, it had to be late, so he worked at opening his eyes, more carefully this time. The way he ached, inside and out, he knew what had happened- last night, he’d gotten drunk, and slept with someone. …It hurt to think. He looked over at the nightstand to see what time it was and caught sight of something gleaming, nestled between his two pillows.

He jerked forward, grabbing for it, and winced at the pain shooting through his body. Looking at the watch that he’d given Yoochun several years back for his friend’s birthday, the memories of last night flooded back to him. He slid out of bed and walked through the apartment, before returning back to his room and sinking back into his large, empty, lonely bed. Why had Yoochun left before he’d even woken up?

He shivered, pulling the blankets up around his shoulders, and sighed, wishing that he hadn’t remembered at all. If Yoochun had run like that, it had to mean that he was disgusted by what had happened. And that was a difficult thought to bear.

I'm the only one for you.

2009-01-26T00:30:19Z

Title: I'm the only one for you.
Rating: PG
Warning: sappiness XD
Genre: AU (Bolero!Verse)
Pairings: KyuWook and implyed YehTeuk
Notes: This takes place after Bolero.

Laughter and music streamed out of the open window as Yesung approached the small apartment. It was summer, and with the warmth of the sun came an unexpected surprise.

A love had sprung up, delicate and new, between Kyuhyun and Ryeowook. Yesung now spent most of his time with Eeteuk, leaving Kyuhyun to spend a significant amount of time alone. At least, that was the worry that Yesung had, leaving his closest friend behind so often.

This worry was quickly squashed, as soon Ryeowook shyly inserted himself into Kyuhyun’s life, one note at a time.

It turned out that the thing Sungmin had tried to tell them so many months ago was that their shy little Ryeowook had an amazing voice, one that rivaled even Kyuhyun’s.

Kyuhyun and Ryeowook’s voices seemed to meld together instantly, a harmonious blend of song, each voice containing what the other voice lacked. And with that union, finally Kyuhyun found something he didn’t know that he was missing - a soul mate.

Yesung unlocked the old door and stepped inside of the small apartment, immediately hit by the unmistakable feeling of happiness. Ryeowook was draped over Kyuhyun’s lap, reading a book, and a beautiful melody was coming from the stereo that Eeteuk had given Kyuhyun for his birthday. Kyuhyun hummed along as he ran his fingers through the older man’s hair.

It was something Yesung never thought he’d see, Kyuhyun’s smile so genuine and full of contentment, and not a pair of headphones in sight. Ryeowook had quietly told Kyuhyun one day that he wished he could hear what the other was listening to, and ever since then, the music played from the stereo.

It almost felt wrong, interrupting such a beautiful picture, and suddenly Yesung was struck with the desire to paint the intimate scene that lay before him. He pulled out a sketchbook from his bag, quickly capturing it on paper, the two oblivious to anything around them but each other. When he was done, he returned the notebook to his bag, and slipped past them to his room, not wanting to disturb them.

Neither of them ever noticed their hyung, too caught up in each other, and it came as a complete surprise when, a few weeks later, they were presented with a priceless gift - the painting that Yesung made for them

Bolero - Day 6 (Wednesday)

2009-01-25T16:55:14Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 6 (Wednesday)
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: R
Warning: some language, making out, discussion of things
Genre: AU
Pairings: Yoosu and Homin
Notes: The ending of this chapter is cut off, because it is NC-17, so we are going to post it seperately. Sorry! It will be worth the wait, I promise.

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Yunho's night consisted of laying there, tossing from side to side, back to stomach, his mind replaying the moment between him and Changmin. He barely slept at all, and just as he was getting ready for work did he realize he forgot his jacket. At work, which he arrived at before anyone, he went straight to his office. He hadn't even told Eeteuk what had happened yet...

Changmin didn't sleep well either. Every time he closed his eyes he imagined Yunho's lips on his own. It was too much, too... too good. The thought of facing the other man at work was enough to drive any hope of sleep out of his mind anyway.

Finally, it was time to get up, and Changmin did, getting ready on autopilot, then left, grabbing Yunho's jacket at the last second. As little as he wanted to face him... Changmin knew it was inevitable.

The more the seconds scrolled by, the more Yunho felt his consciousness drain away. He needed coffee. This was one of the few times he wished he had installed a coffee grinder in his office, but he forced himself to leave his desk and go to the common room where the snacks and drinks were. As he stalked down the hall, he kept his eyes more alert than usual. One, to keep away from JaeJoong, and two, to get glimpse of Changmin. He didn't want to avoid the other... But he wasn't sure how to approach him yet either. In the room, he began to pour himself a new mug of the dark liquid.

When he arrived at work, Changmin hurried up to his desk, wanting to hide the jacket before anyone noticed him having it. People talked... and he had a bad feeling that he knew what they'd say about him having the boss's clothes in his possession.

With his mug fastened in his hand (this was his treatment for the loss of sleep), Yunho took a sip of the drink. Suddenly a vivid flash of the previous night replaced the coffee maker before him, and now he saw Changmin burning his tongue and then soon Yunho was reliving the pain with that kiss. Oh this was bad... thinking of this at work too…

Jaejoong stared blankly at his screen. Since yesterday, his usual air was gray and down. If he didn't have Yunho... who would he have? From the corner of his eye, he noticed someone rush into the room. He looked up and spotted the new guy. Feeling like he wasn't accomplishing anything, he pushed up from his desk and swayed his way through to Changmin. "Hey newbie... how are you this morning?" he greeted, standing behind the other.

Of course, the worst person possible caught Changmin walking into the office. He hastily tried to hide the jacket behind his back as he smiled casually. "Oh... I'm fine, thank you. How about you?"

Jaejoong shrugged. "I've seen better days." Being the nosy
--motherly--
person he was, he noticed how Changmin's hands were working hard to remain behind him. "So everything's going good then? Work is good?" He stepped up closer to Changmin but moved to the side where he picked up a small picture, barely even noticing the three young men in it, Changmin in the middle. His attention was more on what the other seemed to be.... hiding.

"Work is great," Changmin replied, stumbling backwards slightly, when the other approached. "I... I'm really enjoying myself..."

"Oh?" Jaejoong then casually threw out, "And what's that behind your back?" he looked away from the picture and smiled warmly at Changmin.

"Um... oh, just my jacket," Changmin set it down on his chair, smiling innocently at the other. "Do you want to come with me to get some coffee?"

Jaejoong turned a little to go with Changmin, "Sur-" but his reply was lost as he took a second glance at the jacket. "That's Yunho's." He picked it up and stared at the tag; he knew that jacket very well. After all... it was the jacket Yunho wore the day before when he... "What are you doing with his jacket?" his dark eyes grew as they ogled Changmin.

"Oh, it is?" Changmin replied innocently, "We must have accidentally exchanged them when... uh... when... we... when I met with him about the uh..." How could he have been so stupid to bring it to work? What if Jaejoong stabbed him or something?

Jaejoong shook his head, his expression hardening. "What else did he leave at your place? A watch? Tie?" He was leaning in closer to Changmin, his voice lowering with each word. "Changmin-shii... you're the one. You're the home wrecker who's stealing Yunho from me aren't you?" That was the only reason that could explain why Yunho always resisted him. He and Yunho must have been together since before Jaejoong even knew him.

"N..no, it's not like that..." Changmin stuttered, seriously intimidated by the other man. "He... he just came over for coffee, nothing... happened..." He'd always been bad at lying, and he was sure that Jaejoong could tell he wasn't being completely truthful. "He's straight, anyway..." His voice trailed off, unsure.

Jaejoong just rolled his eyes at what Changmin was saying, moving away. "Straight my ass. Yunho has never gone to anyone of his employee's houses except for Shindong, and well... that's because it's Shindong." It hurt him to say this, but he needed to. "Just go give him his jacket back. I'm sure he wants it." He took a step to leave, before pausing, giving Changmin another stern look. "You either need to work on your lying, or better yet, don't lie." With that, he left, hiding the desire to go sulk.

Changmin felt horrible. He sat down at his desk, clutching the jacket, and stared down at the picture of himself with Junsu and Yoochun. What Jaejoong said was probably true, so he should be happy right now- at this point it was stupid to be assuming that Yunho was straight. But... what an awful way for Jaejoong to find out that Yunho and Changmin.... were.... whatever they were.

Yunho carried his mug with him, heading back. He took a slight detour though, passing by the main desk area just to catch a glimpse of Changmin. As he quickly scanned the room, he noticed that the other was indeed here, and Yunho smiled as he hastily continued on to his office. Yet at his desk, he kept glancing at his phone, wondering if he should summon the other here or not.

Continuing to sit there, pretty much wishing he could sink into the floor and die forever, Changmin argued within his head, on whether or not to take Yunho his jacket. He knew he had to give it back, but maybe he could just... leave it outside his door or something. ...But no, that would send the other man such a horrible signal.

Suddenly the phone sitting on Changmin's desk began to ring.

After practically falling out of his chair in surprise, Changmin scrambled to get himself under control and answer the phone. "H-hello?"

Smile widening, Yunho leaned forward in his chair as he spoke and held the receiver closer to his ear. "Changmin-shii, this is Yunho. Report to my office immediately." He didn't bother letting the other respond and hung up abruptly. Yunho released the breath he was holding though, and began to adjust everything on his desk. The way he left the night before may have given Changmin the wrong signals, so he was planning still on how to relay his true feelings.

Changmin's heart was beating a million miles an hour as he slid out of his chair, gripping the other man's jacket to his chest. He didn't even stop to think, knowing that if he did, he'd probably freak out and run, so he just immediately walked to other's office, forcing himself to take steady, slow breaths as he did.

Watching the screen, he saw the other approach and once more made sure his desk looked neat. Before the other knocked though, he buzzed him in and lifted his eyes up to the actual door, waiting on the edge of his seat.

Taking one last deep breath, Changmin walked into the office. Trying to hide his panic, he smiled brightly at the other man, immediately blown away by how handsome Yunho was, no matter that he'd just seen him yesterday. He walked up, holding out the jacket somewhat awkwardly.

For a second, Yunho had to register that it was his jacket being handed out to him. "Oh! Right," he stood up from his chair, suppressing the air of urgency as he didn't want to seem too thrilled to see Changmin (even though the way his current clothing of a collared shirt and vest clung to his pounding chest clearly indicated that). Calming himself, he curved around the desk to retrieve the garment. When his hand reached up, clutching gently onto it, his knuckles just barely brushed against Changmin's hand and his eyes instantly locked onto the other.

Changmin froze completely when the other man accidentally touched him. Just that minute brush of fingers set him on fire, and he had no clue what to do. So he just stood there, gaping slightly at his boss.

The air surrounding them condensed into a warmer tension, and Yunho could feel his inhibitions from before rapidly returning. Using the expensive jacket as leverage, he tugged just enough on it to bring Changmin closer as he also stepped in. He was around the younger man for barely a minute and already... Yunho pressed his lips upon the other's for a chaste kiss. He pulled slightly back though, his gaze lowered to stare at the mouth he just touched. "Just wanted to make sure last night was real." As if his jacket wasn't enough proof.

Now Changmin was more than gaping, he was full on staring, mouth hanging open. Yunho had just kissed him. Again. Did that mean that last night wasn't just a mistake?

Yunho frowned a bit seeing the other's expression. He took his jacket fully and went around to his chair, hanging it on the back. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe it was supposed to be a one time incident. "Changmin... just because I'm your boss, doesn't mean you can't say no. I'll understand completely if... well if you don't like me." His gaze was downcast to his smooth desk that reflected the light from above.

"If... I..." Once again, Changmin was having trouble speaking, and he stumbled forwards a few steps, towards the desk, towards him. before "Do you like me?" tumbled out of his mouth.

The older man blinked at him for a moment. A small smile crossed part of his mouth as he finally voiced what had been filling him with turmoil ever since he met the other. "Yes. Without a doubt. I hoped the kisses were good enough evidence." Now he was lightly teasing.

Those words sent a rush of feelings through Changmin; relief, excitement, fear, and... confusion. How could Yunho like someone like him? His mind scrambled to embrace the fact that the other man might actually have feelings for him.

Confidence began to resurface in Yunho, and he approached the other who was just on the other side of his desk. "Now answer a question of mine..." he ordered in a subdued tone. "Do you like me?" He halted in his steps, at least a foot between them.

Changmin clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep from reaching out to the other the way he wanted to, and nodded slightly, afraid to use his voice.

Yunho's lower abdomen jumped and swirled a bit at the small response. That was all he needed though to authorize his next series of movements. With a thirst needing to be quenched, Yunho advanced onto Changmin, nudging him against the desk. A hand solidly reached up to cradle the side of the other's neck, as Yunho descended his earnest mouth onto that pair of parted lips.

As soon as he felt Yunho's hands on him, something in Changmin snapped, the desire he'd been holding back since the day he'd met the other taking over. He kissed his boss eagerly, with more daring than he'd ever expect from himself, but the feeling of the other's lips on his own made him want more, so much more.

Taken aback at the sudden fierceness, Yunho quickly recovered and slid his free hand down to gently grip at the other's hip below his belt. As he pressed in more, his body aligned along the other's flawlessly. His hand at Changmin's neck drifted down to smooth across coarse fabric of his shirt. He didn't hesitate to slip his tongue out, dragging it fluently over the other's mouth.

Changmin couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped his lips when Yunho's tongue brushed against his, and he slipped his tongue out to meet the other's, eager for his second taste of the man. This kiss was so much better and more satisfying than the last, and Changmin fisted his hands in Yunho's shirt, trying to pull him even closer.

The young CEO tried to oblige to his pulling requests; mouths held captive together so shamelessly that it almost hurt. But it was a good pain- an appeasing one. His hand at the other's lower side greedily tugged at the hem of his shirt, and dared to wander up to actually touch the soft skin of his waist. The heat issuing from Changmin's body caused Yunho's mind to reel with more needs, and he hungrily nipped and licked at the other's lips and tongue, wanting to feel some sort of satiation.

Shivering at the feel of Yunho's cool fingers on his burning skin, Changmin gasped for breath, lips still locked with the other, tongue stroking the other's. At that moment, it didn't matter that he didn't know what he was doing, or that he was scared out of his mind. The only thing that mattered to him was that he was finally getting what he wanted. And apparently, it was what Yunho wanted as well.

The plain desire racking up in him would have to be tamed sooner or later. Yunho found himself on the threshold of devouring Changmin completely, right there, on his desk. To dip further into the test waters, he broke the kiss for just a moment, allowing himself to grind the front of his pants against the other to produce a more than amazing friction. This time a surprised yet fully pleased groan fell from his lips before it was cut short by continuing the deep kiss.

Finally, Changmin panicked, pushing Yunho back, just like last time, only this time he kept a firm grip on the other's shirt, afraid that like last time, he would run. He panted hard, struggling to catch his breath, to calm his beating heart, and just sort of... blinked. At Yunho. Shyly.

Yunho had to regulate his breathing, thankful that he was saved from drowning in his new feelings. He removed his hand from beneath the other's shirt, and lowered them both to his sides. He finally raised his eyes up to Changmin's, a slow smile reaching his extra sensitive lips. "Dinner. Tonight," he said these two words as in invitation before adding, "I'll cook."

"T...tonight..." Changmin gulped, thinking about what that could mean... alone, together, at Yunho's house... at night... The wheels in his mind turned, imagining far too many possibilities, things he only knew about from his secret porn stash, and his face turned a deep shade of red.

Yunho nodded. "If you need me to, I can pick you up at your apartment." His eyes contained a hopeful light.

"O..o...okay," Changmin replied, hands finally loosening their grip on the other's shirt so that he could tuck his own shirt back in.

Yunho beamed, and stepped back, feeling light in his steps already. If the other weren't there he might have broken out in a short freestyle dance. "Well... this meeting... is adjourned." He chuckled, and nodded to his jacket. "Thank you for returning that." But he remembered that his clothes were probably ruffled and disoriented, so he quickly looked down and began to fix his attire.

Changmin was also trying to fix his clothing, and smoothed out his hair, before smiling shyly at Yunho, then walking out of the office, and drifting back to his desk, still numb from the encounter.

As Yunho sat down, relaxing into his chair with an absent smile, he picked up his phone. He’d stolen the other's number from the database, but knew now it wouldn't be weird for him to actually put it to use. He pressed the send button after creating a new text.

"7 P.M. See you then."

Yesung hopped off the bus, heading right to the place he cleaned the previous weekend and met that rich guy who knew Eeteuk. He was here to receive his paycheck. He went to the back entrance of the place as told, and walked inside. Already there was a difference as actual things were inside. "Hello?!!" he craned his neck this way and that.

Donghae was currently help set up a display case, when he heard the voice call out. "Can I help you?" He exclaimed, bouncing through the store, and skidded to a stop in front of Yesung. "OH!" he said, grinning widely, "I remember you!!!"

Yesung sheepishly smiled and nodded, running a hand through his hair as he peered about. He hoped that businessman wasn't here either. "Yes... I came for my check?"

"Right!" Donghae grabbed Yesung's hand and pulled him to the little office he had set up in the back of the store. "I've been waiting for you!" He dug through a pile of papers on his desk, finally coming up with a thick envelope with Yesung's name written on it. "Ahhhh hah!" He was so excited that he was going to be able to do Eeteuk such an important favor. "Thank you for your hard work!"

Yesung's eyes widened at Donghae's normal amount of energy, and nodded, taking the envelope. "Thank you.. and... good luck with.." he waved his hands about to motion to the store. "Bye!" he hurried on his way out of that place, impatient to deposit his check in time for the bills. As he walked along the sidewalk to the bus stop, he tore open the envelope and pulled out his check. Something else fell out though, and with a confused expression, he bent over to pick it up. His dark eyes read over the elegant words on the thick, flashy paper. "Bolero... grand.. opening.. invitation?" He whispered a few of the words, reading it again.

Wait... what was this? Some sort of invite to that store? Yesung shook his head and stuffed it back into the envelope, looking at his check. Now this caused a bigger reaction of shock, as he almost ran into the pole with the bus sign. The numbers on this check were much more than he should have earned! This was like nearly double the originally small amount. He grinned and more than enthusiastically lunged onto the next bus. Next stop: That gallery.

Once again it was closed. He even came earlier today hoping that he would be able to catch someone, and talk his way into the show. Yet to no avail, so there he stood, frowning as his mood was dampened.

Just then, someone came around the side of the building. He looked foreign, and had a camera slung around his neck.

Yesung noticed someone else came, and he tried to look for a hiding spot. He didn't know why he wanted to hide. He just figured it wouldn't look good for him to be practically mourning in front of the building.

Too bad the man had already spotted Yesung. He walked up to the other, and said "Can I help you?" in stilted Korean.

Yesung took a step backwards, his foot being hindered by a trash can preventing him from sneaking away. "Um, well I just came to see the art gallery. I thought they were open, but they aren't. I must have read the flyer wrong. So my mistake. I'll be going! Have a nice day!" He turned to leave, but bumped into the bin, forgetting it was there.

"Oh, I sorry, the gallery... it was just open on yesterday," the man replied, "But... you are a fan?"

Yesung found his tenseness easing; maybe because of the broken Korean. "I just... wanted to see. I love art. And I've never seen this artist." He glanced down to the man's camera, for the first time really seeing it. "You're a... photographer?"

He nodded. "My name is Hangeng, it's nice meet you." He smiled, slipping a hand into his pocket, before pulling out a key. "Come, I'll let you in to see."

Oh my, was he in heaven? Maybe his luck was turning around. He followed the man, deciding to announce, "My name's Yesung." As the other opened the door, a sense of awe was already enveloping him. "So this gallery... is of your photos?"

"It is," Hangeng replied, unlocking the door and leading the other inside, "It's to be taken down in few hours, but you can look around?" He left Yesung, going to turn on the lights, illuminating a series of photos lining each of the long walls. "I hope it to your liking?" He said, a little bit shy as he looked around the room, a clear look of pride on his face.

Yesung slowly inhaled as he saw the row of pictures revealed. The shots ranged from inanimate objects to mainly people. The figures on the large draping photos were all arranged in engaging positions. And they were beautiful people. "Are these.. friends of yours?" he walked beside the other, staring around.

"Some of them," Hangeng murmured, standing back to give the other space, "Sometimes I just.... go out to find inspiration."

Yesung nodded, completely astounded. "I... I paint myself. And recently found a new inspiration." He glanced down to his bag that he always carried with him, the canvas of Eeteuk safely tucked inside.

"You paint?" Hangeng asked, clearly excited about it, "I wish to see..."

Yesung flushed a bit, apprehensive to show his work to an actual professional. But the man was so kind in letting him see his gallery when it was closed. "Alright," he paused, and opened the bag. His hand gently grasped the edge of the canvas and he slowly pulled it out, lifting the painting up for the man to view his depiction of the angel on the bench.

"Oh, you have it with y..." Hangeng trailed off, peering at the painting, giving it a really professional appraisal, and his eyes stilled on Eeteuk's face, eyebrows raising in surprise. "I've always wanted to shoot Eeteuk... how you get so lucky to have him sit for a painting?"

Yesung almost dropped the canvas hearing that name release from Hangeng's mouth. "You know him? I mean... well you've heard of him?" He was more stunned that this photographer would know of Eeteuk.

Hangeng nodded. "You don't know?... He's such a famous model, photographers all over country want shoot him..." He looked at the painting again, his smile growing. "You really capture him..."

The painter bit his lower lip, trying to stop his frown from ensuing. This just meant even less of a chance for him to be with Eeteuk. He actually had hope that there was a possibility, but hearing this... it would never happen. "Thank you..."

Hangeng's smile drooped. Had he said something wrong? "I... sorry, my Korean isn't... ...your painting is beautiful."

Yesung directed his gaze back up to the photographer and put on a smile. "Thank you. But only because it's Eeteuk." He let his eyes trail over the painting again wondering when he would next see this more than perfect man. He slipped his painting back into his bag, and they walked the path of the rest of the photos. The last picture of the gallery was one of a very effeminate man, with long red hair, who portrayed a sensual, alluring look. "Who is this? A friend?"

Hangeng sighed, a little bit wistfully. "He's... a model. Beautiful, isn't he? Indescribable." He walked closer to the photograph. "I was lucky enough photograph him once, but... " He shook his head. "Elusive. Like your Eeteuk."

Yesung glanced between Hangeng and the photograph of that man and nodded. He wondered if there was more Hangeng felt than being a simple photographer of him. If so, his and Hangeng's situation was somewhat similar... "Don't give up. I'm sure you'll be able to photograph him again." This became a pep talk to himself too.

Hangeng nodded. "I stay in Korea until I do."

Seeing the flicker of determination on the other's features brought admiration to Yesung. He wanted that fire. Maybe he would stay in the park until he saw Eeteuk again. A small laugh left him at that thought, and he looked at Hangeng again. "Thank you again. For letting me see.. your art show. It was very good. I wish I could have my own," he looked back down the way they came, taking one last glance at the brilliant photographs.

“Don‘t give up.” Hangeng laid a comforting hand on Yesung’s arm. “You have real talent, trust I. It a lot harder to capture someone with paint than with camera.”

Yesung nodded, thanking the other. He actually exchanged numbers with Hangeng, feeling it would be smart to keep in contact with a fellow artist. On the bus home, he fingered the small invitation. He knew Eeteuk would be there… but was he going to be?

Changmin had promised himself that he’d call Junsu today, and despite his reservations (he didn‘t want to get teased, but that would be a given), he finally decided to go through with it on his lunch break. He went outside, finding a private bench, and dialed his friend.

Junsu was in the middle of doing nothing when Changmin called. He sprang for the phone when it rang, hoping that it would be Yoochun who called. Seeing Changmin’s name on the caller id, he was only slightly disappointed. “What‘s up, Minmin?”

Choosing not to complain about the nickname, Changmin instead said, “So… I talked to Yoochun…”
Junsu immediately stiffened. Ever since the other night when he’d gotten way too drunk and ended up in bed with his oldest friend, things had been… weird, to say the least. Yoochun hadn’t even hung around in the morning so they could talk about it, but instead had bolted before Junsu woke up.

“Are you two okay?” Changmin continued, “He was acting a little bit strange.”

“Of course we‘re fine,” Junsu replied, a little shortly, definitely not wanting to talk about it. “Why wouldn‘t we be?”

His shortness surprised Changmin greatly. It was obvious that something had happened- something bad. He could only hope that the two would be able to make up. “Anyway…” he quickly changed the subject, not wanting to upset his hyung, “I… I really need some advice.”

This made Junsu squeak in delight, Yoochun momentarily forgotten. “Of course you do! What happened? Does it have something to do with Yunho?”

“Well… actually… hyung… he…” Changmin still couldn’t believe that it had even happened.

“Tell me! Oh my god, tell me right now Shim Changmin,” Junsu demanded.

“He called me into his office. And kissed me. And asked me to dinner. At his place.” Once he started, it all spilled out, and Junsu gasped louder.

“What kind of kiss was it?” Junsu was so ecstatic that Changmin had finally found a man.

“It was… it…”

“Tongue?” Junsu interrupted.

“He pressed me against the desk, and… yes….”

“And now he wants you to come to his house? Oh my god, I can’t believe this day has come!”

“What day?” Changmin asked, horrified by Junsu’s overreaction.

“The day where my little Minnie asks for sex advice!”

“I‘m not asking for sex advice!” Changmin exclaimed, over loudly, and he sank down on the bench in humiliation as random people walking by seemed to all look at him.

Meanwhile, Junsu was laughing his ass off. “You‘ll be fine, Changminnie. Just… shower before you go, dress nice, and… go with the flow. And for christ‘s sake, don‘t over think this. You like him. And he obviously likes you too.”

That was almost nice advice, so Changmin thanked Junsu, and told him he had to return to work before the other’s advice got any more detailed. He then hung up and returned to work.

After hanging up with Changmin, Junsu knew he had to call Yoochun, and he did without hesitation. The second he heard the other answer, he blurted out, “Are we okay? Good, because I have to tell you something. Oh my god, you won‘t believe it!”

Yoochun nearly dropped his phone hearing that voice blurt out that he hadn’t heard in a while. He almost wanted to tell the other they weren’t okay, but the curiosity overtook him. “What‘d you hear? Did some guy from five months ago want another round with you?” Okay, so he still held some bitter resentment, but he was allowed to.

“What?” Junsu laughed, barely listening, but secretly relieved that Yoochun was talking to him, “Yunho called Changmin into his office, and they made out all over the desk or something! And our baby is going to his boyfriend‘s tonight, and what do you want to bet they fuck?”

Now Yoochun did drop his phone on the counter and quickly picked it back up again. “He is not going to. Even if he‘s got it bad for the guy, he wouldn‘t go that far so soon.” Yoochun should have tossed in a ‘he’s not like you’.

“I don‘t kno~ow,” Junsu replied, “he sounded pretty nervous. And excited… I want to meet Yunho!” He said, suddenly changing the direction of the conversation, “You‘ll come with me tomorrow to bring Minnie lunch, right?”

Yoochun did not like the idea at all of seeing Junsu. The other was acting as if the other night hadn’t happened at all. But he wanted to see this Yunho. “Fine, I‘ll go. But you supply the lunch.”

“But-” Junsu had kind of been counting on Yoochun doing that. But he could probably throw something together. “Fine then. Pick me up at eleven? See you soon, Chunnie-baby.” And then he hung up before the other man could say anything else.

So now he was driving? Yoochun shook his head and briefly glared down at his phone. So tomorrow then… he would finally see Junsu again.

Eeteuk had decided that he needed to go to work. After all, he really was fine, and maybe it would reassure Yunho, who was probably over worried.

There was a big runway show coming up, and today the designer and models were meeting for fittings and that sort of thing. It was pretty important. There were also rumors that there might be some press doing interviews, as it was the famous designer’s first show in a while.

So. Eeteuk got up and went to work. He arrived early and walked into the large building, looking around, trying to figure out where he was supposed to be.

A well known voice full of character could be heard through most of the back stage. “What wouldn‘t you want to know about me is the appropriate question. But really, I‘ll take anyone that‘s sitting on a mountain of cash.” A loud laugh followed. There Heechul stood, a camera and lights pointed at him. The man with the microphone chuckled and turned to the lens to speak. “And there you heard it old men, Kim Heechul is up for auction to the highest bidder.” The cameras lowered and Heechul tried to pinch the anchor’s side. “Yah! Now I‘m gonna get messages on my site from wrinkly old men.”

Eeteuk laughed to himself, ever amused by the things Heechul said, and walked in, pausing a few feet away. He needed to go get dressed and his hair fixed before they tried to interview him, but the man who had been interviewing Heechul, whose back was currently to him, sounded awfully familiar.

“You won‘t be complaining once they buy you Dolce sunglasses. You cant hank me later. I‘ll take soju.” Heechul smacked the interviewer on his arm after that remark. The man grinned before turning his neck to look around. “Alright, who else is there to investigate?” Heechul spotted Eeteuk though, a slow side smile creeping up. “Kangin-ah, looks like Eeteuk arrived just in time.”

Kangin… Eeteuk’s eyes widened in horror, and he stood there, wanting to run, but not knowing where… Why him? Why today?

Laying his eyes on Eeteuk, a strange nostalgia rose. Kangin excused himself from the small crew and Heechul, who delivered a nice smirk to Eeteuk before going to finish his makeup. “Do you have a few minutes?” Kangin enquired with an air of hope.

“I… really should…” Eeteuk’s eyes darted frantically, searching for an escape. “I really need to…”

“Eeteuk,” he began to speak, knowing the model could spare two minutes. “I‘m sorry.” He had more to say but wanted to see the other’s reaction first, if he was willing to listen to the rest.

Of all the things that Kangin could have said at that moment, sorry was the last thing Eeteuk had expected, and he had no clue how to respond.

When Eeteuk made no movement to leave, he continued, his voice low but serious. “I realized a long time ago that I was irrational. So I‘m sorry for not trusting you. I should have known you would never cheat on me with Yunho. And I‘m sorry for causing you pain. It was heartless of me to call you those things and to not give you a chance to explain.” There was no one around them, so Kangin let it all pout out.

“Oh…” To say that Eeteuk was shocked was a major understatement. “Th… thank you?” He felt a small weight lift off his chest, relief, that one less person thought he was… a whore.

Kangin still had a frown tugging down upon his lips. “How have you been?”

“I… I‘ve been okay…” Before Siwon, he would have been able to say he’d been good. “Work is going well… how about you?”

Kangin permitted a smile to reach his lips after hearing that. He knew Eeteuk wasn’t at his optimum by that answer, but at least he was working. “I‘ve been really well. Haven’t been dating anyone, but that‘s fine by me.” He then raised his microphone to his lips and pretended to speak into it. “You look good.”

“Thank you,” Eeteuk replied, smiling slightly.

After a moment, Kangin spoke again. “Well, I should be going. Don‘t want any models stabbing each other with their elbows over an interview.” He studied Eeteuk for a moment before brushing past him.

“Oka-” Eeteuk blinked, startled as Kangin moved past. He stood there for a few moments, then took a deep breath, and went to find where hair and makeup was being done.

Yunho had been planning the rest of the day what he was going to cook up. As soon as the end of the day had come, he’d rushed home. There, he began to whistle about his kitchen, which he truthfully rarely ever used. Tonight’s menu included soyu chicken, bak choy, and of course, rice. Dessert would be a surprise.

Changmin rushed home after work to change his clothes, fretting endlessly over what he should wear. Then he went to stand at the window and wait for the other man to come pick him up. He knew it was pathetic, waiting like that, but he found that he didn't really care.

While setting the food on low heat in the oven, he changed his clothes and hurried out the door. Maybe he drove faster than usual, but he was excited. After pulling up outside of the apartment, he quickly whipped out his phone and dialed Changmin. He exhaled slowly so he sounded calm and collected.

Changmin jumped at the sound of his phone, as usual, and answered, trying to sound calm. “Hi Yunho-shii.”

“Hey, I hope you’re ready for an amazing dinner,” he smiled through the phone. “I‘m here, so come down when you‘re um… ready…” He’d started off good, at least, but it had dwindled down from there.

“I‘m ready,” Changmin exclaimed overeagerly. Ugh, embarrassing himself already? “I mean… Um. Coming.” He locked his door and walked downstairs to the other’s car.

Yunho waited patiently despite his nerves. When he saw Changmin exit the building, his breath hitched and he felt himself flush slightly at how good the other looked.

Changmin got into the car, doing his best to hide his nerves. “Thank you for picking me up.”

“No problem.” He took another look at Changmin before commenting, “You look really good.” After letting that out, he began to drive.

He looked at himself, then at Yunho. His appearance seriously paled in comparison to the other’s. “Thank you…”

They drove along, making small talk, and eventually arrived at a towering glass building. The lights surrounding the structure bounced magnificently off the windows. Yunho entered the underground parking and parked into his special spot reserved for him. He owned the complex, after all.

"Wow..." Changmin stared, paling as he thought of his horrible apartment that he'd actually been proud of... it was nothing compared to this.

“I prefer this place over the house.” House was an understatement as his other abode was a mansion, but Changmin didn’t need to know that just yet. An elevator inside the garage led up to all of the floors. Yunho had the whole top floor to himself. Inside the lift, he was brought back to when he had first met Changmin a week ago.

“A house?” Changmin gaped a little bit, standing by the other. “Oh…”

Yunho realized how that had made him sound and quickly waved it off. “Oh it‘s nothing. It has no character at all.” He scolded himself within. Thankfully, they came to the top floor and Yunho punched in his code to allow the doors to open. The metal doors slid open to a vast room with a wide area for the living room and an open view of the kitchen.

He stared, feeling completely out of place. With all of this, Yunho had to be a millionaire, at least.

He slipped off his shoes and headed further inside. The scent of the food floated through the air. “Oh yes, it should be done,” he remarked about dinner.

“Smells delicious,” Changmin mumbled, staring around in awe.

Yunho headed over to the oven, taking out a dish towel so that the could pull the metal pan out without burning himself. He set the pan carefully on the stovetop, and hissed out a low breath at seeing the faded waves of steam wiping up. Within the pan was chicken slices marinated in a sweet soy sauce laid beside salty bak choy. He already had two plates ready to go. "Sit down sit down," Yunho urged, his voice light as he smiled.

"You really do know how to cook," Changmin said softly, amazed as the delicious smells found his nose. He hesitated at the table, before sitting down in front of the plates. "You really didn't have to go through all this trouble... just for me..."

Honestly Yunho rarely cooked, (even though he enjoyed it) so he was mainly glad his kitchen became useful. This dish here was an old favorite, so it assured him instant guarantee that the flavors would coincide well. He chuckled at Changmin, bringing over the pan and setting it on a potholder at the table. He then collected the wide bowl of warm rice, and placed it beside the pan. "Would you like some wine? Or water? Or... juice?"

"Um. Whatever you're having is fine... good... Thank you, Yunho-shii." Changmin cursed himself internally for sounding so stupid.

"Yah," Yunho leaned down briefly, trying to connect his gaze with the other's. "Don't be so formal. It makes me feel... well, formal," a smile full of warmth raised for Changmin before he straightened and went to retrieve some wine.

Changmin nodded, eyes widening as Yunho's gaze meant his own. The other's smile filled him with warmth, and he did his best to relax, not wanting to upset the other man.

Coming back with a chilled bottle of wine and two curvy glasses, he took one last glance at the table. "Is that everything?" He had bigger spoons for serving, napkins... he wasn't going to light candles because that was too cheesy. "I think so." He finally pulled his chair out and sat adjacently to Changmin. As he scooted in, his knee gently knocked into Changmin. "Oh! Sorry!"

Feeling himself flush just from Yunho's knee touching his own, Changmin had a feeling it was going to be a long night. "It's okay..." He replied, trying to decide what he should call the other. He hadn't known the other long, so to call him hyung or just Yunho would be really... impolite.

Yunho served the food. He used the tongs to carry the dark, golden chicken to Changmin's plate, and then his chopsticks to give him some bak choy. "Is this enough?" he questioned as he really began to pile on a large amount. Now he was working on the rice,

"Oh, that's plenty, thank you," Changmin replied instantly, embarrassed by the amount of food the other was giving him. By now he knew Yunho knew of his massive appetite. He must find it so amusing. Changmin waited patiently for the other to serve himself, before picking up his chopsticks and taking a polite bite of the food, which was, not surprisingly, amazing.

Yunho hesitated and watched from the corner of his eye for Changmin's critique of the food. He took a casual bite of his own chicken and rice. Not to be arrogant, but he had to admit that this was quite tasty- better than other times he’d cooked it up. "My Yunho, you outdid yourself," he quietly joked, now taking the initiative to pour them some wine.

Changmin laughed nervously. "It's really really good. I'm impressed." He reached for the wine, taking a small sip, hoping that Yunho hadn't noticed the small tremble in his hand, and went back to eating slowly, doing his best not to shovel the food into his mouth. He'd been too nervous about this meeting to eat, and he was starving. And the food was great.

Yunho let the over-complacency sink in at Changmin's approval. It secretly pleased him to a point of smugness at how the other enjoyed his dish. This was the first time he cooked for someone who he was... dating. Yes, dating. He really liked that thought. But... he wanted this also approved by Changmin. "So, Changmin..." he took a sip of the wine to clear his throat. "We're dating, right?"

The question completely caught Changmin off guard and he struggled to swallow his bite of food without choking. He wanted to be dating Yunho, wanted... a lot of things with the other man. But to hear him come right out and say it had his heart pounding in his chest. He had it bad. "D...dating... I... I thi... I mean... I..."

He decided to elaborate more to clarify a few of his own thoughts. "Dating only each other, yes? I mean... I wouldn't mind being considered more with you, but moving too fast might be troublesome. So we'll just call.. this.. dating?" Yunho wanted this to be a mutual consideration, instead of an assumption. He had a sense Changmin wouldn't be with anyone else, but in case someone else had their eyes on him, Yunho wanted to assure that he could tell whoever that was that Changmin and he were the ones together.

"Dating..." Changmin nodded, horrified as his cheeks lit up the moment he layed his eyes on the older man, "I... really would like to be exclusive... with you... Yunho..." He couldn't believe this was really happening.

A brimming smile crossed Yunho's lips, and he snatched this chance to lift off his chair and lean over to peck a quick kiss on the other's warm cheek. Afterwards, he settled back to continue eating, already wondering how to present the dessert.

Smiling so wide that his eyes went crooked, Changmin returned to his meal, pausing only when a frightening thought crossed his mind. "Jaejoong-shii..."

Hearing that uttered name, Yunho turned his surprised stare to Changmin. Now he was reminded of earlier today, and the raise in his spirits lowered. "I talked to him yesterday." If that could be considered talking. "You don't need to worry." Really, he didn't want to dive further into what occurred so he kept it short.

"You don't think you need to hire a body guard to keep him from murdering me?" Changmin asked, his voice light and joking, even though part of him suspected that it might be true. "He... saw me with your jacket... He thinks we... last night we..."

Yunho chewed on a new bite of food listening, and he almost wanted to laugh but felt that would have been disrespectful. "So does he know we're together?"

"I didn't say we were... but he assumed..." Changmin had hoped to keep from having conflicts with people at his work, but obviously that was one plan he might as well give up on. He had a feeling that Jaejoong wasn't the only person that would be upset that Yunho had chosen Changmin. ...Yunho had chosen Changmin!

Yunho sensed a darker cloud beginning to condense over Changmin, and he wanted to breeze it away. "Well it's good that he knows. Jaejoong will find someone else in no time. Don't worry," he repeated. Now this sealed the deal that Jaejoong shouldn't be 'visiting' Yunho anymore. He drained the rest of his glass of wine.

"Okay," Changmin replied, copying Yunho by draining his own glass of wine. He couldn't think of one good reason why he was someone that Yunho would want, and that was slowly making him loose his appetite.

Yunho noted that Changmin's rate of chopsticking bite-fulls into his mouth had slowed. Maybe the food really wasn't good. "Something's bothering you." He bluntly stated, and hoped it wasn't the dinner. "What's wrong?" Yunho set down his utensils and centered his attention on the younger one.

He'd hoped the other wouldn't notice, but clearly he wasn't as good at hiding his feelings as he'd hoped he was. Changmin looked up at Yunho shyly. "I just... There's nothing that great about me, not really... and I'm having a hard time understanding why you, who could have anyone in the world, would want to settle for someone like me, whom you barely even know. Maybe I'm over thinking things, but..." Changmin looked back down at his plate.

As Changmin spoke, Yunho felt an array of disbelief. Firstly, this made him seem superior, and Yunho tried hard not to appear that way. And secondly, Changmin put himself down, lowering his status further than dirt level and that was the last thing Yunho wanted. "Changmin," Yunho searched for words to express himself, "you're different without a doubt, but that's a good thing. I feel comfortable around you. Like I don't have to put on some high and mighty mask. And... you're charming. The way you stutter over your words. And... you're pretty damn attractive. That's what first caught my eye." Yunho really did have a novel full of reasons onto why he would want Changmin over anyone else in the world, but he could save those other chapters for later.

Changmin had to look up at the other and smile as Yunho listed several reasons. "Thank... you?" Yet another time where he had no clue what to say. The fact that someone like Yunho thought so highly of him meant the world. "I... I hope I don't let you down."

Yunho chuckled and reached up, flicking Changmin square in the center of his forehead. "Yah... you're only going to let me down if you keep thinking you don't deserve me. I'm not some untouchable idol." With the same hand, he dropped his fingers down the line of the other's cheek before he lowered it even more to Changmin's hand. He guided Changmin's hand up to his own cheek, where he let the other cup his skin. "I'm very touchable... aren't I?"

The feel of Yunho's cool skin under his hand made Changmin flush, yet again. He slowly reached up with his other hand, cupping his hyung's face carefully, and slid his thumbs over the skin. Every time he touched Yunho, it made his pulse race. And there was so much more of Yunho Changmin wanted to touch...

Seeing and soon feeling the delicate movement, Yunho leaned his cheek into the heat of the other's hand and calmly smiled. He tilted towards the new hand, and brushed his lips against that palm. Yet to prevent himself from doing much more, he gently removed the other's hands from him. "Ready for dessert?"

"D...desert?" Changmin fisted his hands in his lap when the other gently pushed them away, wanting desperately to touch the other man more. "Did you make something?"

"Mhm," he pushed away from the table, and bustled over to the refrigerator. It wasn't anything spectacular, but he enjoyed this dessert. "Close your eyes now~" he wanted to try to glorify the small treat as best he could for Changmin.

"Okay," Changmin closed his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Balancing the small platter on his hand, he set it with a small cling onto the table. Waiting a few seconds for suspense, Yunho finally exclaimed, "Open your eyes!"

Upon the plate stood two glazed round dough balls, filled with a creamy sticky rice. Beside the two balls were thinly sliced mango pieces. "I know it's not a lot.. but it'll hit the spot."

Changmin opened his eyes and smiled in delight. The food looked delicious, of course (when did Changmin ever not think food looked good?) But the excited face Yunho was making made it even better. "Ooh~" he exclaimed, wanting to make the other's smile grow even more.

Yunho laughed, and eagerly picked up a spoon as he sat down, sliding his chair a little to the side to be closer. He used the spoon to slice one of the dough balls in half, as well as a mango. With both teetering on the curve of the spoon, he navigated it to Changmin. Now this was when he pushed past the awkwardness of feeding the other, and tossed in a, "Open wide."

Blushing darkly, Changmin opened his mouth, knowing that if he tried to argue, he'd just end up embarrassing himself.

And right into Changmin's mouth slid the coolness of the spoon, mixed with the cool yet moistly texturized dough piece, and the juicy and sweet mango. Yunho removed the spoon though and observed Changmin now.

"Mm..." The younger man’s eyes drifted closed as he chewed the sweet dessert.

After seeing the apparent passing grade, Yunho took the other halves of the dough ball and mango, tasting it for himself. The way the stickiness of the rice and the firmness of the mango mixed was really quite interesting. He glanced up back to Changmin, and spotted nothing on the other's face. But he still pretended there was. "Uh-oh," he let his thumb dab at the corner of the other's mouth, and frowned as the non-existent sweet juice was being resistant. So to take care of matters, he leaned over and placed his lips firmly against the tip of those just as sweet lips.

Changmin's eyes shot open when he felt Yunho's fingers on his face, and then suddenly the other's lips were pressed against his own. Caught off guard, as usual, Changmin gasped softly, eyes closing once again.

Yunho didn't sustain the kiss for long, pulling away and swooping his gaze over Changmin's mouth. "Ah... now it's gone." Now playfully smirking, he prepared the last ball again with the fruit like before, the spoon ready in his hand. "Some more?"

Too soon, the kiss was over, and Changmin blinked at Yunho, momentarily putting his hands over his blushing cheeks, then nodded, and accepted the bite.

Once eating his own last bite, dessert officially came to an end. That conclusion bothered Yunho as he certainly didn't want this -night- to end. So now he had to suggest something else to keep the other here longer. "I hope dinner and dessert met your standards," he grinned a bit, still thinking. An idea clicked and he continued, "But now may I give you the grand tour of my humble abode?"

With the meal over, Changmin could feel his nerves growing. Was that it? Was it time to go home? Or did Yunho have more planned. At the other's suggestion, he nodded, grateful for the excuse to stay longer. "I would."

Yunho easily took the few dishes and set them in the convenient dish washer. Now came the main part of the night that had been randomly spurting up in his mind. What would happen after dinner? He even did last minute tidy-ups here and there. "Alright, well, obviously this is the kitchen," he gestured his arm at the room. "Come, come this way," he waved his hand as he moved back to the larger area.

Changmin got up quickly, and tried to help Yunho clean up, but it took the other only a moment. Then the tour began.

The main living area had a cozy set up of an l-shaped couch and a couple big chairs. The furniture focused on the plasma screen mounted up. A black fireplace stood against the wall, and a large picture of a landscape decorated the space above it. The highlight of the room was the spanse of wide windows stretching across one wall, showing an illuminated view of part of the city. "The living room, which you also saw earlier..."

Changmin nodded, taking a better look, his eyes focusing mainly on the incredible view of the city.

Now he led Changmin down the hallway, the light from the previous room allowing them to see. The first room on the left, he showed as the guest bathroom. There was a closet on their way, and an empty bedroom that mainly his model friend used with its own bathroom as well. Finally Yunho stopped at the door near the end of the corridor. "Now," he let his hand rest on the doorknob as he shifted to Changmin, "the moment you've probably been waiting for." He said this in a teasing tone of course. "Where the magic happens..."

Praying that Yunho didn't know how right he was about that, Changmin did his best to laugh lightly, and waited for the other to open the door.

With a slow, even more teasing motion, Yunho pushed the door open, the lights in the room off. He stepped inside and waited for Changmin to enter before flicking them on. At the right moment, he hit the light switch and his room came into full view. It was practically the size of two rooms, the space closest to them filled with the chaise and another sleek tv. The items were a definition of dark masculine. His bed on the one wall was wide, and covered with a bedding ranging in creams and light browns. An armoire stood boldly, and the wall opposing them had curtains sweeping along the whole expanse. A door off to the side led to his just as elaborate bathroom.

It was more grand than anything Changmin had imagined, and he looked around, trying to keep his focus off the bed. Even with as little attention as he was giving it, he knew that his mind now had the setting for the fantasies that he'd been having with more and more frequency. "Wow..." he said, wanting to assure Yunho that he was properly impressed.

Yunho smiled, and walked over to the small table beside the chaise. "Just wait until you see this." He lifted a small remote and pressed a button, a faint sound humming as the curtains began to fold away and open up. Behind, were floor length windows, allowing a clear perspective of another part of the city. Yunho nodded his head, urging Changmin to step closer to receive a better view.

Changmin walked over to the windows, needing no encouragement, and gazed out at the view, even more incredible than the last. 'It would be amazing to wake up to something like that..."

Yunho let his thumb press down on another button, the lights overhead dimming down to establish that intimate setting. Now he directed his focus on the form of Changmin, how tall and lean his silhouette stood with the city background. Barely hearing those words, he smiled slightly and slowly closed the distance between them. He placed himself behind Changmin, his eyes following the line of the other's neck as his hands glided gently along the other's waist. He rested his chin on the curve of Changmin's shoulder, looking out the window now too. "Well... you can... if you want...."

[[The rest of this chapter will be posted separately, as it is rated NC-17. It will be up soon. :3]]

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2009-01-21T04:50:44Z

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Bolero - Day 5 (Tuesday)

2009-01-21T02:18:46Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 5 (Tuesday)
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: R
Warning: making out?
Genre: AU
Pairings: JaeHo, HoMin, YehTeuk

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

The previous night, Yunho had safely tucked Eeteuk into his bed. He then immediately cleaned up the place, making sure to remove or fix anything that looked like it had been displaced from the… incident. A string of profanities would always leave his mouth as he thought of that bastard. If Yunho ever saw him…
That morning, he had cooked Eeteuk a simple, light breakfast. He made sure the other ate every bite, because his friend might not eat again for the rest of the day in this state. After assuring Eeteuk that he was safe, and if he had any worries to call him immediately, he left for work.

By the time Yunho got there, it was already mid-morning. He was very late, but he didn’t care about that. His priority now became Eeteuk’s mentality and overall well-being.

Jaejoong stood up, deciding he needed a cup of tea. Yunho hadn’t arrived yet, and he was positive that he didn’t have any meetings scheduled. He needed his daily dose of the CEO. As he began to walk to the snack room, a figure moved from the corner of his eye. He glimpsed over and saw Yunho, just turning the corner towards his office. Why had he been late? Jaejoong’s curiosity crackled like a campfire, and he forgot all about any tea.

Yunho walked directly to his office, settled himself at his desk and began to view his tasks for the day. Although, as he stared at the list, he had to read the first line over and over as he kept wondering what Eeteuk was doing now. Yunho encouraged him to do whatever he needed, whether it was stay at home or go to work, or even to see a movie. He looked at the tasks again, but this time, it was a firm knock on his door that distracted him. The camera showed him that it was… Jaejoong.

Hoping it was just business matters, he buzzed the other in. When Jaejoong stepped in, he closed the door, keeping his gaze intent on the very attractive man at his desk. “Yunho-shii… is everything okay? You were late.”

Yunho sighed a bit. He wasn’t going to share what happened. “I’m fine. Just running late for no reason.” His eyebrows furrowed just the tiniest bit as he watched Jaejoong gracefully approach the front of his desk. As he looked up, he met the other’s gaze which of course focused on him.

“That’s good, nothing is wrong. I was worried.” Now Yunho was barely listening to what Jaejoong was saying, centering more on how the other’s fingertips slid along the smooth surface of his desk.

Soon Jaejoong was beside him, and Yunho looked down at his thick planning book, pretending to be immersed in its content. “You shouldn’t worry about me. I’m a big boy.”

Now Yunho felt pressure on his shoulder before a warm hand slid up towards his neck. “I know you can take care of yourself… but sometimes I wonder if you’re tending to other needs that a man must have.”

Yunho knew exactly what Jaejoong blatantly hinted. And right now, actually not ever, did he need this from the Event Schedulist; especially when there were more pressing thoughts of concern in him. He reached up to remove Jaejoong’s hand. “Jaejoong-ah, I’m busy.”

“Soon you will be,” a soft giggle now floated out by Yunho’s ear, and there were two hands massaging his shoulders. “Yunho-shii… you always turn me away. I try and I try… but you just keep running. I think it’s time you stop trying to get away, and look at what I can offer you. There’s no one else that’s good enough for you.”

And now Yunho really had enough. He was sick of it all. The little smiles, sneaky touches--he did not like it one bit. “Jaejoong! I don’t want this!” he shrugged off the other’s hand from him and stood up from his chair turning on the other. “I don’t want any type of intimate relationship with you! It’s not that I don’t see what you can offer me, I just don’t want anything from you.” He wasn’t yelling or shouting at the other. He was merely raising his voice enough to be firmly heard and understood.

Jaejoong’s insides were lodged in his throat as he didn’t know what to say to that. What could you say to that. Sorry? My bad? He shook his head though, and pursed his lips. “You’re missing out, boss,” he seethed, and with a huff he quickly walked off, ignoring the annoying frown pulling at his lips.

Yunho deeply sighed and fell back into his chair, the wheels on it rolling for a second. Today was quite a crazy day. What was going to happen next? An earthquake?

After convincing Yunho that he’d be fine, and that there was no reason for him to miss work, Eeteuk looked around his apartment for anything that might remind him of what happened last night. Yunho must have cleaned things up, and Eeteuk made a note to himself to thank the other. Still just seeing the wall that he had been pushed against brought back harsh memories, and Eeteuk turned quickly, retreating to the bathroom.

He got into the shower and turned it on scalding hot, and scrubbed every inch of his body, then scrubbed it again, trying to get off any residue that that horrible man might have left behind. He scrubbed his skin raw, trying to get at a dirt that wasn’t there.

Finally, when the water was running cold, he got out of the shower, shivering, and wrapped himself in a plush towel, then went to his closet room, hoping to cheer himself up. Maybe he’d go shopping later. One could never have enough clothes. Without hesitation, he selected an old, worn hoodie and jeans that he never seemed to get to wear anymore and slid them onto his slim body. These clothes were ones he wore regularly before he’d become rich.

Then he returned to the bathroom to fix his hair, deciding to go out.

Even though he kept assuring himself, just as Yunho had assured him several times before he left, that Siwon would not return, there was a nagging voice in his head telling him that he was too vulnerable alone in the empty apartment, so he gathered his things and walked out the door, eyes searching in the shadows outside his door for any sign of that horrible man.

He just started walking, with no destination in mind, but he eventually found his way to the park, and he continued to walk deep into the center of the park, towards that bench where he’d been sitting a few days ago, a few days ago before all of this had happened, and he was happy, and he’d first seen… Jongoon.

It seemed a little bit silly now, all of the things he’d thought about when he’d seen the random painter. About how that was the sort of face that Eeteuk would like to see when he woke up in the morning… the sort of man that would make his life really worth living. And after that, his fantasies that he had about what he’d do if he found love… the anonymous person in those dreams suddenly had a face.

But it was stupid, he told himself, as he walked over to the place where the other had been painting, because Eeteuk wasn’t meant for happiness. Not that sort. He knew this in his mind, but it was harder to convince his heart. He sat down in the grass, right where Jongoon had been, and tried not to cry, as he lay back and watched the clouds.

Kyuhyun was once again outside, bundled up against the cold, looking for a place to sing, a place where someone might hear him. He finally settled on an area in the park near their home. He set down his bag, stretched a little, then opened his mouth, letting the beautiful tones of his voice fill the sky.

Eeteuk had practically fallen asleep when he heard someone in the distance begin to sing. The voice was deep, beautiful, and he slowly rose off the ground, brushing grass off of his shivering body, and looked around. Not seeing the person that the voice belonged to, he quickly began walking towards where he thought the voice was coming from, curious.

Finally he found the young man, who was standing by the sidewalk with a hat containing some random handfulls of change laying in front of him. He appeared to be lost in the song he was singing, something slow and sad, and Eeteuk stood there, politely listening, and soon was swept up in the beautiful song as well.

When the song was over, the man immediately launched into a new song, and Eeteuk dug a $100 dollar bill out of his wallet and dropped it into the hat.

Kyuhyun’s eyes drifted downwards to his hat, and saw the large bill sticking out of it. His song faltered, caught off guard, and he looked up to see who had given him the large sum of money, just as the clouds shifted and a bright beam of light illuminated Eeteuk. Kyuhyun stared, mouth dropping open, and Eeteuk, blinked, surprised that the other had stopped mid song.

“Eeteuk?” He asked, stepping forward. Because he was in magazines and things, he did get occasionally recognized, so Eeteuk nodded, only slightly surprised. Kyuhyun grinned widely, stepping forward. “My friend is in love with you.”

“Oh,” Eeteuk said with a smile, “Would you like me to autograph something for them?” His occasional fame embarrassed him, but that was what happened.

“No,” Kyuhyun said, “I mean… my friend met you in the park the other day, sort of, and you‘re all he talks about now.”

Eeteuk’s smile faltered. The only person he’d met in the park, ‘sort of’ was… “Jongoon…” he breathed.

“Well, most people call him Yesung, but…” Kyuhyun nodded, his grin only growing. “Yes, him. Can I get your number or something, so he can call you? I‘m sure he‘d be thrilled if he could talk with you.”

“That‘s… that‘s very nice,” Eeteuk replied, feeling his heart race at the thought of talking with the artist, “…But…” but Eeteuk had decided, during the walk, that he should just stay single, and avoid hurting anyone. He wasn’t meant for relationships. Not anymore. “he wouldn‘t want me. Once we really met, he‘d change his mind. I‘m too… broken.”

Kyuhyun didn’t understand what the other meant. “Of course he would, you‘re all he talks about, it-”

But Eeteuk shook his head more insistently. “Thank you for your song, and… I… I have to go.” Then he turned around and walked quickly off, towards home, blinking as tears fell silently down his cheeks.

Yunho was ruffled from that encounter with Jaejoong. But more prominently his mind had been wired with Eeteuk and how he was doing. He hadn’t called him yet, but the thoughts were still there. Work had ended nearly an hour ago though, so he quickly packed his briefcase and left. On the bottom floor, he headed out the revolving glass door, noticing a few people still idly stayed. Outside he began to walk to the lot when he saw a familiar tall figure.

Changmin wandered outside after work and sat down on a bench, catching the last bit of sunlight before it set behind the trees. He stretched slowly, trying not to think about the one thing he wanted to- that Yunho had never met him for lunch.

And that’s when it snapped back to him. He had completely forgotten about lunch! How could he/? Well… he had had other things occupying his mind, but it wasn’t too late, right? He stepped over and smoothly sat on the bench beside the other. He stared out at the falling light in the sky as well. “Today… I‘m sorry about canceling… without even telling you.”

“Oh,” Changmin replied, flushing in surprise at the other’s sudden appearance, “It‘s okay, I mean… you‘re really busy…”

“Not right now. I’m off of work.” He smiled a bit at Changmin, feeling really bad about missing today. There was still the night, though. “Are you hungry?”

Changmin nodded, “a little.” The other seemed a little bit… less happy than usual, so Changmin smiled, hoping to make the other feel at least slightly better.

Yunho glanced at his watch knowing it wouldn’t take that long to go to dinner. When he returned his attention back to the other, he noticed that smile and forgot for a moment about anything else. “Then let‘s go. I still want to know how you‘re adjusting.” He stood up with his bag and gave the other a small grin of reassurance, then began to go towards the parking lot once more.

Changmin stood up and followed after the other. “Okay…”

At his car, this time a smoky gray Ferrari, he pressed the button to unlock it, then got into the driver’s side.

Changmin gaped slightly at the car, but then, if Yunho had connections with Hyori and BoA, should he really be surprised? He hesitantly opened the door, then slipped inside.

The engine purred to life and Yunho began to drive. The radio was on, playing the most popular of current hits. “How was your day then? Shindong‘s treating you nicely, right?” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat.

"Oh, Shindong-shii is very nice," Changmin replied, looking around in thinly veiled awe at the magnificent car.

Yunho was pleased at that. He found most the workers for him were tight-asses and didn't appreciate Shindong's humor and exuberance. "Good." The next song that came on the radio was by BoA... When he was alone he usually sang to himself, and now he didn't realize he was singing along under his breath. "I'll eat you u-uuup... whoooa..."

Changmin's gaze turned to Yunho as the other began to sing under his breath. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up as the older man sang the raunchy lyrics.

He made a right turn, snagging a glance at Changmin, but then noticed that it wasn't just BoA's voice he was hearing... it was his own! "I'll ea-hehe...." he blinked, clearing his throat. "It must be because I'm hungry… just the song and…" That explanation was failing. "...Alright I usually sing... when alone."

Changmin giggled, noticing how cute Yunho was when he was embarrassed. "You have a nice voice," he said shyly.

Yunho almost missed the turn into the nearby parking for the restaurant, and had to hit a little bit harder on the brakes than he would have liked. "Ah.. thank you.." his voice sounded close to normal but within his heard had practically shot out of the car roof. Hoping that it was just the car blowing out warm air and not his cheeks burning on their own, he pulled into a parking space. "Alright.. here."

Changmin gripped tightly to the handle on the door of the car as Yunho had to slam the breaks, and breathed a sigh of relief when they arrived safely in a parking space. He didn't know what to say, so he just got out of the car and waited for the other man to do the same.

Yunho gathered himself, reminding his mind (mainly heart) that this was a business meal. Nothing more. Once he got that through his mind, he stepped out of his car, shutting the door and beeping it locked. He smoothed down the front of his shirt and straightened his jacket before heading to the entrance. It was a small place that was actually pretty rundown and not upscale at all. It stood alone by itself, small and shabby between two larger buildings. As they neared the entrance, loud noise could be heard from within.

Yunho loved this place.

Changmin looked over at the small restaurant in complete surprise. It didn't seem at all the sort of place where someone like Yunho would go. It wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting.

Inside, random Christmas lights were draped along the ceiling accompanied by many other random lamps on the tables and walls in different colors. The greeter shouted out a nice welcome, and Yunho grinned widely, holding up two of his fingers. "Oh, company?" the person was surprised as he usually came by himself, but he just chuckled. They were lead over to a table and menus were immediately thrust into their hands.

Changmin took the menu, nodding his thanks, then glanced at it, and then around at the restaurant again. "This wasn't what I was expecting at all," he finally confessed, sure that the other had noticed the way he was acting.

There was an actual small stage in the corner with a small group of people banging on some drums and hitting some cymbals, singing whatever came to mind. Yunho expected Changmin's remark, but by bringing the younger man here... he really wanted to show his real self. "Well now you can get a glimpse at the real Yunho. And... the food's really good here. All of it," he informed Changmin with an extra excitement. Most of it was fried goodness, but who could complain about that.

There were certainly various delicious smells coming from the kitchen. Changmin's nose twitched in anticipation, and he smiled, giving the menu a better look.

The server came over, shoving large glasses of water in front of them. "Well cutie~ what can I get for you??? A different drink? Our chef special? Wanna hop straight to dessert???" Yunho just watched in amusement as he was talking directly to Changmin.

He couldn't help but giggle at the server, flashing him a wide smile, trying to hide his surprise, "Um, I...." he glanced at the menu again, hesitating, remember how Yunho had made fun of him before for his appetite, "I'll just... have a... salad?"

Yunho was actually on the edge of his seat (not really but within he was) in anticipation for how much Changmin would order. He wanted him to order a lot, which is why he took him here.... so when that small, plain, boring word came from his mouth, he frowned and gave the other a concerned look. "Are you not feeling good?"

"Wh...what do you mean?" Changmin flushed, toying with his menu, "Lettuce is... very filling... and nutritious…" he trailed off as his stomach rumbled loudly.

"Well if he wants a salad... what would you like Yunho-sshiiiii???" The waiter turned to him and Yunho frowned a bit, but looked at his menu. "Alright I'll take the double stacker, the fried rolls, the sampler platter with sausage..." and the list went on for a bit more, seeming to order half the menu. With every item that Yunho ordered, Changmin's eyes seemed to grow wider. He couldn't believe that the other would eat that much. Was he making fun of him?

"Okay! It'll be out for you soon so don't go eating the table~" the waiter flashed the two men a wide smile before walking off.

Yunho was merely planning ahead... he knew once Changmin saw all that food, he'd want to eat it. And Yunho was not about to let his dat-- employee go home hungry... "So I know it's only been a couple of days, but are you settling in good enough?"

"I think so," Changmin replied, sipping his water, "I... I'm still not sure what I was hired to do exactly... to be honest." Sometimes it seemed like Shindong was having too much fun telling jokes to actually tell Changmin what to do. And it had been too easy, so far. The job was pretty prestigious and hard to get, so there had to be something challenging to come.

Yunho was sure this question would come up, and since he created the job for Shindong... "Well for now, I would say it seems like not much because we already have most of the details for the Bolero opening set. But..." Now Yunho hesitated in saying this as Changmin would be the first person for him to tell. He hadn't even told Shindong. "…eventually I want to move you to the Programming Director, and Shindong to a higher position." Now as he said this, he laid his eyes on Changmin wanting to know how he was going to react. In fact Yunho wasn't sure about this move, until he actually said it...

"Oh...oh," Changmin answered, looking completely surprised. It was the last thing that he’d thought he’d hear, that the other had planned a promotion for him before he’d even had a chance to prove his worth. "But..." he started, then shook his head slightly, regretting his words, "Well, then."

"Don't worry.. I'll make sure you're better trained. I just think.. more of the timing was off. Truthfully I wasn't expecting you'd be hired so soon," he chuckled, but it trailed off as he cursed at himself. To help with the heat annoyingly rising in him, he rolled his shoulders and slid his jacket off, taking it and folding it beside him in the booth. He then rolled up the sleeves to his baby blue button up shirt.

Changmin tried to keep his eyes where they belonged but they kept drifting over Yunho's body, at least, the parts he could see. "Ah, I'm... sorry?" He didn't learn how to have conversations like this in school. Yes. He could blame his awkwardness on that.

Yunho laughed again and took a drink of his water, his slightly open collar showing how his adam's apple bobbed. Before he set the drink down the waiter returned, balancing seven plates. "Here's your food~!!" He began to set it all on the table.

"Wow..." Changmin breathed, looking over the vast array of food, all of it smelling incredible. He couldn't keep his stomach from growling again, and he looked down as the pitiful looking salad was placed in front of him with a small frown. He never thought he'd be trying to impress a guy by starving himself.

Yunho frowned himself, maybe too obviously. "Wow, this sure is a lot.. I don't know where to begin.. or how I'm going to finish it all.." he sighed, and picked up his large metal spoon, dipping into the nicely cooked rice with a fried egg on the top. There wasn't even space on the table to put a napkin.

Changmin watched the other take the first bite of rice, and he licks his lips, leaning forward slightly, feeling the emptiness in his stomach more and more as the other chewed, obviously enjoying his meal. He frowned, grabbed his fork, and dug into his salad with more vigor than he was really feeling. "Delicious!"

Now Yunho just couldn't hold back the hilarity of it all. "You can't be that serious. I said all their food was amazing... but..." he pushed the plate with a stuffed wrap over, cheese and other goodness oozing out of it.. "C'mon, Changmin… look at this… just eat it. It's calling for you." Yunho nodded slowly, coaxing the other to just dig in.

"I..." Changmin looked up at the wrap, and at all the food on the table. It all looked so good, and it really was ridiculous, he could certainly eat a little bit without... He nodded, picking up his chopsticks, and helped himself to a bite of the cheesy goodness. "Oh..." it was so indescribably delicious, he couldn't help himself from snagging a second bite. And a third.

Now Yunho was very pleased, and he went back to try a different dish, glancing at Changmin to make sure he was eating.

Once he'd tasted one dish, he couldn't help having at least one, or two, or three bites of everything else on the table. Eating happily, Changmin completely forgot that he was supposed to be hiding his voracious appetite from Yunho.

Yunho didn't want to break Changmin away from his little food adventure, but in a joking manner, he piped up the question, "Do you have a girlfriend Changmin? Because if you do I'm sure she loves cooking for you." It seemed like he'd eat anything, and Yunho enjoyed that immensely.

That was the last question Changmin had been expecting, and he struggled immensely to swallow his food and not look completely embarrassed. "Um, I. No. No, I don't."

Even though it started as his own playful question, Yunho's expression dropped to one of faint surprise. For some reason, it really struck him that hey... Changmin was single... on the market... free for the taking. "Ahem... well... if you... ever get one... uhh... she..." he didn't even know the end to this sentence, but words still stumbled out… "...I like to cook." What did that have to do with anything??

What was Changmin supposed to say to that? Of course, his mind was twisting what his boss was saying all around, and making him think that he was hitting on him. "Cooking... that's a nice... hobby?"

Hobby... now he sounded like some grandma. "I guess.." he stared down back the food, and noticed there was plate in the corner that Changmin hadn't touched yet. "Oh! This is really good too. Try it." He motioned to the plate and immediately went to eating something else. How could he have said that... and what was he expecting… even if it was a mild hint, of course Changmin wouldn't think anything

Changmin had the sudden urge to tell Yunho that he was gay. It came out of nowhere and made absolutely no sense. First of all, he wasn't even sure he was gay, and second of all, why was that something his boss needed to know. Still, as he took a bite of the food Yunho was offering, he couldn't help but wonder how the other man would react to the news. But... it would probably be with disgust anyway.

There was an awkwardness hanging above them, and he tried to break it... "Met anyone.. at the office? Besides Shin?" he finally dared to look at the other across from him, now the odd lights in the restaurant seeming to create an effect on the other that just.. made Yunho lose his senses for a split second. No it wasn't the lights, not of this place... it was just Changmin..

"A... a few people," Changmin tried to even remember who. It was hard to think these days when his mind was filled with thoughts of Yunho. "Jaejoong-shii?"

Yunho's spoon clinked against a plate as he faltered his hand. "Oh... him..." he had nothing to say to that. What would he say? Oh yeah JaeJoong... he's always coming onto me, but I just keep blowing him off. Maybe I should actually tell him I'm not interested… in fact tell him that I much prefer someone else... No. That wasn't going to fall out of Yunho's mouth.

"He... he certainly seems to like you," Changmin couldn't help saying, not knowing what else to say. After all, their boss was the only thing that he’d ever heard Jaejoong talk about.

The older man’s eyes widened for a moment at the younger and he shook his head. "I know... but I don't like him," this sentence was flat and simple.

Changmin nodded. "I assumed... I mean... since he's a... guy..." He inwardly cursed himself for bringing up Jaejoong in the first place. Obviously, it wasn't something Yunho would want to discuss.

"It's not because he's a guy," Yunho quickly corrected. And now as his thoughts formulated, he knew he couldn't use his excuse of 'I'm straight' anymore; because he wasn't. Not with Changmin entering his life. "Definitely not that.. he's just not my type....." his gaze kept flickering to the side and back to the younger one.

That statement made Changmin's heart skip a beat. Did Yunho just say that he wasn't straight? There was no way. It was stupid even to hope that maybe... "O...oh..." he said softly, "th...then you-"

"OH BOY YOU FINISHED MOST OF IT!!" Yunho jumped in his seat, exhaling deeply as the waiter clapped his hands in pure joy. "You two are little eating machines.. What beasts." He began to clear away the plates.

Changmin also jumped at the sound of the waiter's loud voice, and hastily drank some water, trying to hide behind the glass. This had to be the most embarrassing meal of his life. He supposed he should be relieved that it was almost over, but... that meant back to reality. A reality where he didn't see Yunho nearly enough.

Yunho watched the waiter leave and decided it would probably be best to leave now before anything else came out. “Ready to leave? Unless you wanted dessert.” He was in the middle of gathering his jacket but still wanted the other to leave fully satisfied.

"Oh no, I'm... full..." Changmin stood up, partly disappointed that he hadn't been able to find out Yunho's sexual orientation, and partly relieved because he didn't want his stupid mouth to get in trouble.

Yunho generously paid as they left to a chorus of cheers and goodbyes. Getting into his car he wanted a diversion from any dangerous topics. “So what‘d you think?”

"The food?" Changmin asked, moving towards the car, "It was really delicious."

Yunho was glad about that, of course, but it was an obvious answer. “Alright,” he started his car, “Where do you live?”

"Wh..." Changmin flushed briefly, imagining Yunho driving him home, Yunho coming up for coffee... Yunho sleeping over. "Uh..."

“Oh! Do you have a car back at the office?” How could he have assumed the other didn’t.

"Oh, no, I don't!" Changmin exclaimed, embarassed beyond words. "I live..." he quickly gave the other directions. It wasn't too far.

Yunho nodded and headed off. This time he had the music on low but that only made him more aware of Changmin.

Changmin sat there quietly, watching the city fly past outside his window. He was afraid to speak anymore.

And before much time passed, Yunho pulled his car to a curb nearby. He shut the vehicle off so now the quiet purr had even left them. A long moment ticked by when suddenly Yunho spoke. “Can I walk you up?”

Part of Changmin wanted to run away, but a stronger part just wanted to sit there forever, so he did, until Yunho asked to walk him up. He opened his mouth to decline politely, but the words "Yes Please," left his mouth instead. He got out of the car, just barely remembering to grab his briefcase.

Yunho just wanted to redeem himself somehow so it wouldn’t be awkward next time he saw the other. He stepped and walked alongside Changmin, briefly noting how their long strides were even.

Changmin fumbled in his pocket for his card key as they approached the door. He'd never been so glad that he'd finally move into his own place. How embarrassing would it have been if he still lived with his parents?

The older man glanced around the area nonchalantly. His heart began to ask for attention in his chest as it beat faster. He followed the other inside, wondering if he should just left at the main entrance.

"Um..." Changmin hesitated, honestly, trying to think of a reason to invite Yunho up... "W...would you like some... coffee or something?"

Yunho blinked at Changmin’s invitation. He took a glance at his phone just in case he somehow missed a call. “Maybe a small cup,” he smiled a little.

The other’s reaction made it obvious that Changmin’s invitation was weird, but he couldn’t take it back, so he led the other up, just thankful that he was keeping his place neat. “Um… It’s… I haven’t lived here long, so it’s a little.. sparse?” He unlocked the door and stepped inside.

When the lights were switched on a smile immediately swept along his lips. He loved the simplicity of it. It just had the essentials. He slipped his coat off but wasn’t quite sure where to put it.

Changmin removed his coat and laid it over a chair, then took Yunho’s and put it down as well. “I’ll go make the coffee…” He escaped to the kitchen, fumbling for his phone, and called Yoochun.

Yunho peered around before settling down on the couch, an arm draping along the back.

Yoochun was enjoying a cigarette, standing outside on his small balcony when his phone began to vibrate. He looked at his phone raising an eyebrow at what Changmin might want. What if Junsu had talked to him… he hesitated before finally answering it. “Hey what’s up?”

“He’s here. He’s in my house,” Changmin whispered, trying to hold the phone with his shoulder as he made coffee, “I don’t know what to do!”

Yoochun stood up straight and took the stick from his mouth, quickly flicking the ash off. For an instant he thought Changmin really was referring to Junsu, but the panic in his voice and the last line thankfully rested his worries. “He’s there?! Well what are you doing right now? Where is he?”

“He’s in the living room, I’m in the kitchen making coffee… I shouldn’t have brought him up, I just… I didn’t want to say goodbye…”

Yoochun chuckled at his friend’s infatuation. “Well just keep calm and try not to spill the coffee on him unless you want to wipe his pants… or get him out of his clothes quicker,” he snickered.

“Quick…er…” Changmin’s heart was beating so fast, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, “Who said anything about getting him n-naked?”

Yoochun burst out laughing. “Well don’t keep talking to me. You’re keeping him waiting.”

“I hate you,” Changmin replied bitterly, not appreciating the laughter or the lack of help. “Maybe I’ll call Junsu next time.” The coffee was ready, so he poured two cups. “Bye hyung.”

Yoochun wavered at the mention of Junsu, but hung up knowing that Changmin would be calling him again.

Changmin pocketed his phone and walked out holding the cups, trying not to tremble with nervousness. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Yunho sat up, removing his arm from the back of the couch. "Oh don't worry…" He couldn’t think of any time where he’d been at someone else's home... this late... drinking coffee...

Changmin handed one mug to Yunho, taking the other to sit as far as he could at the other end of the couch, which really wasn't that far due to the couch’s small size, and blew on his coffee, trying to cool it off. Now was really when he could have used some decent advice from Yoochun.

Yunho inhaled the scent a bit.. "Columbian?" …Okay, that was a really lame way to converse, but.. he had to say something.. to ignore how intimate this was. At least to him. It was certainly more intimate than his usual business settings.

Nodding, Changmin kept his attention on his coffee, trying to hide the fact that he had no clue. He sipped on his coffee, and then let out a soft cry of pain as it burnt his tongue.

Hearing that noise, Yunho quickly set his mug down and automatically found himself closer to the other, reaching a gentle hand to tenderly touch Changmin’s cheek as he tried to see if there was any damage. "You alright?"

Changmin jerked away from Yunho's fingers on his cheek, looking at the other, afraid, before quickly masking the fear in his eyes with a smile. "Oh, I'm fine, totally fine. It's just a little hot." He immediately set down his mug, figuring that they would be safer with the hot liquid far away from him.

Yunho found the blood within him pounding harder as his heart thumped in his chest. He didn't scoot back to his original position, and merely looked off to the side. "Changmin..."

Changmin was having trouble breathing at the other's close proximity. "Y..yes?" He managed to gasp out. And Yunho was unsure of what surged in him, to have no restraints, but the next moment he found his long fingers sliding to the back of the other's neck. Yunho lowered his lashes, and said in a soft voice, "I'm going to kiss you." Warm lips engulfed the younger one's in a firm perfect mold. Yunho had felt his heart stop for an instant, before it raced heavily.

Nothing could have prepared Changmin for the moment that Yunho reached for him, pulled him close, and gave him little warning before pressing their lips together. The feel of the other's lips on his was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Yunho's lips were smooth, unlike his own rough ones, and he found himself leaning into the kiss, blood pounding in his ears.

Yunho’s biggest fear lurking inside of him was that Changmin might push him away in rejection and horror, but he hadn't, so the older man tilted his head slightly, parting his lips to slowly move them against the younger's. It was much different than kissing a girl. His lips weren't as silky, but they were still full and it only caused his nerves to swerve about. As he continued the kiss, Changmin sighed, opening his mouth slightly as the other's lips moved against his own.

The uncertainty of the kiss made it clear to Yunho that it was Changmin's first kiss, but that pleased him more than he would have thought. To know... that he was the first to touch these lips... the first man to caress this mouth with his own. He let his thumb drift along the nape of the other's neck, brushing barely against his hairs, and he leaned a bit more in, deepening the kiss only slightly.

Changmin trembled under the other's fingers as he very hesitantly moved his tongue out, just barely touching Yunho's lower lip, wanting desperately to know if the other tasted how he'd imagined.

Feeling the damp touch to his lips, the corners of Yunho’s mouth twitched up. He invited the other in by opening his mouth just enough. And to further coax Changmin, he dipped his tongue out to graze against the other's. That had to be one of the most amazing things Yunho had ever felt… so far… and he could feel himself filling up with contentment.

When Changmin felt Yunho's tongue stroke his own, he couldn't keep the soft moan of pleasure from escaping, and that sound jerked him out of his trance. He pulled back suddenly, wide eyed, and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, cheeks bright red.

Yunho grimaced only a bit, as reality had come back. Now the other would just... return to his senses and realize how wrong this was. He wasn't going to say sorry, because he wasn't. But he should leave. Yes leave... "It's late. I need to go." He stood up from the couch. "I guess I'll... see you... at the office." He finally looked down at Changmin, and the other man looked… confused, and embarrassed. Without a second thought, Yunho hurried to the door, not wanting to see the other’s face when it changed to horror, or even worse, disgust. He quickly left, not noticing that he’d left his jacket.

Changmin wanted to chase after the other man, ask him why they'd kissed, ask him if he... if it meant anything, but by the time the shock had worn off, Yunho was halfway out the door, and Changmin winced as the door slammed.

When he could finally breathe again, Changmin scrambled for his phone. No matter what he'd said earlier, he had to call Yoochun. He quickly dialed the number and waited for the other to answer, tapping his fingers on his knee impatiently.

Yoochun was in the middle of pouring himself a cup of coffee; after hearing Changmin talk about the coffee he was preparing, he had had a craving for some himself. He heard the phone ring, and smiled slightly as he knew who it was already. He picked up the phone, leaning against the counter. "At your service..." he took a sip of his coffee.

“Hyung!” Changmin exclaimed, “Yoochun! He… he… Yunho-shii, he…”

Yoochun shook his head at what Changmin was saying. "He what Min?"

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his beating heart, Changmin finally got it out. "He... he... he kissed me."

Yoochun had taken another sip of his coffee and immediately turned to spray it out on the counter, coughing on the liquid. He hacked and beat his chest... that was the last thing on his mind, seriously. "He...” Yoochun coughed again, “He kissed youuuu? Like... on the...lips?!!!" he was by the sink now, splashing some water in his mouth to help.

"Yes..." Changmin replied, pulling his knees up to his chest. 'And then he ran away."

Yoochun had swallowed some water, and spit that out too. He cursed, not at Changmin, nor Yunho, but at... "Well I'm sure he ran because... he was afraid of what you thought." His throat was clear, and he began to walk over to his dining room table, sitting down in one of the seats.

"He probably ran because he realized it was a mistake..." Changmin groaned, rubbing his face, "Or because I'm the world’s worst kisser."

Yoochun bit his lower lip, and sighed. "Yah... trust me. He kissed you in the first place because he likes you. And... I'm sure tomorrow.... if he's a good guy... he'll confront you about it and not leave you guessing." Yoochun still hadn't seen... him for a couple days now.

"I don't know..." Changmin said, "He really ran fast. He even forgot his jacket. ...What if... my breath smelled bad or..."

Yoochun chuckled at hearing his friend's worries. "His jacket... maybe he did that on purpose, hoping that you would have to return it." He sank further down in the dining room chair, glancing towards his left wrist where the skin was slightly lighter where his watch used to be.

"I don't know..." Changmin sighed, "I really feel like I messed up. Big time. ....And... why did he kiss me anyway? I'm nobody, how could someone like that want to kiss someone like me?" Then he paused in his whining, because Yoochun was being so much quieter than he’d expected. “Are… you okay?”

"Nnn.. just haven't seen Junsu for a while..." A while for them was anything more than five hours. "…But don't worry. I'm sure he's been busy, and… I've been really busy too... but enough about me,” He tried to steer attention back to what was more important. “You called because of this Yunho guy. I say you go to sleep, having good dreams, fantasizing about the kiss, and wake up tomorrow prepared to see him."

"Oh...kay..." Changmin could tell that there was a lot more that Yoochun wasn't telling him, but it was probably best not to press things. It'd be easier to get it out of Junsu, anyway. And... he had his own problems. But… wait. Changmin would have to see Yunho at work! "I can't see him tommorow, hyung!!"

"And why not?” Yoochun chuckled softly, “I'm sure he's going to go home too feeling just as whacked up as you. He'll want to see you..."

"...If you're right." Yoochun sounded so much more confident that Changmin felt.

Yoochun smiled a bit. "Two hours ago you probably wouldn't have ever thought he'd kiss you."

...Well his hyung was right about that anyway. "It was... amazing..."

Yoochun leaned forward in his chair, his mind having its own recollections about his own recent night... "Wasn't it?" But he caught himself (maybe too late), "I mean, it had to have been."

"It... what?" Changmin was very confused.

"Nothing... nevermind.. Well I gotta go, but... glad you got your ever after kiss, baby boy.." Yoochun made a smooch noise to the receiver before hanging up. He exhaled in relief, cradling his head in his arms on the table. Man... maybe he and this Yunho guy were alike in some ways...... That thought made him laugh.

Changmin put his phone on a side table, then stretched out on the couch and thought about why Yoochun might have been acting so strangely. At least he knew it had something to do with Junsu. Changmin would definitely have to call him tomorrow.

…It was so much easier to worry about his friend’s problems than his own.

Yesung had missed the art show. He had been painting and realized the sun had set already. He rushed over to the gallery (as fast as one can on public transport) but it already closed. Now he was trudging into the apartment, head hanging in disappointment.

Kyuhyun was waiting for Yesung, anticipating his arrival at any moment. He already had dinner ready. He'd splurged a bit with the money Eeteuk had given him and bought meat for a change. When he heard the door open, he scrambled for his headphones, not wanting Yesung to know that he'd been waiting for him.

After putting his things in his room down he went to Kyuhyun, needing immediate comfort. "Kyuhyun..." the other was attached to his headphones as always.

Kyuhyun turned around, rising off the couch and removing his headphones, a small smirk on his face. "Hmm?" His smirk lessened, seeing Yesung's pained expression. "What's wrong?"

"I missed the art show." It wasn't that big of a deal but it was something he was looking forward to after all that Eeteuk stuff--Eeteuk who he would never see again. He slipped his arms around Kyuhyun though just wanting a hug.

Kyuhyun held the other close. "Oh hyung, don't worry about it. There will be other art shows... and... I have the perfect way to cheer you up."

Yesung tilted his head up to look at Kyuhyun. "And what's that? A new paint brush?" His was old.

"If you want." Kyuhyun pressed about $40 into Yesung's hand. "But I have something better than that. I was at the park today, and... I met him."

First Yesung was wondering where he had gotten so much money from. He glanced down to his hand but quickly snapped back up to stare widely at the other. "Him? You mean..." his voice was becoming quieter.

Kyuhyun nodded. "I was singing and someone gave me $100. I looked up to see who it was, and... it was him. Your Eeteuk."

"My Eeteuk?" he gasped and nearly couldn't believe it. "Did... you get a number?!"

"Well... No," Kyuhyun frowned slightly. "But... I saw him? And talked to him?"

It was disappointing to not have a number, but he could blame that on himself. "What did he say then?" Yesung asked, still searching for something. Even though he had had no hope that Eeteuk would ever go for him since he had first seen him... he still wanted to know how the other felt.

After hesitating a moment, Kyuhyun responded. "What he said wasn't important. But I saw him! I bet he goes to the park all the time."

Yesung frowned slightly, as really... the only breakthrough was the park. What was he to do? Anchor himself out there all day? "Hmmm..." a smile slowly spread though along his lips. "I just... wonder if something... really could ever happen... between him and I..." Tommorow Yesung was supposed to receive his check from that guy Donghae too.

"I think you should try," Kyuhyun said, oddly enthusiastic. "He... I think he needs someone like you." The way Eeteuk had been talking, he needed something. And... not that it was any of Kyuhyun's business. But if it made Yesung happy, why not.

Yesung nodded a bit. Right now he was feeling the vigor to want to find Eeteuk. Only because as he was wallowing today in missing the art show, he realized how thinking of Eeteuk and hearing of him lifted Yesung out of his little hole. "Someone like me..." he didn't know what that meant, but there was this urge in him... that he wanted to give Eeteuk everything he could (even if it wasn't much).

Kyuhyun pulled out of Yesung's embrace. "So now that you're smiling, let's eat dinner." He grinned widely, yanking on Yesung's hand. "I bought meat!”

Right about then, food sounded perfect.

Bolero - Day 4 (Monday)

2009-01-21T02:13:48Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 4 (Monday)
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: R
Warning: bad language, attempted rape
Genre: AU
Pairings: JaeHo, HoMin, ShiTeuk

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

This was the last stretch before the store opening at the end of the week. Yunho arrived at work, early as usual. He was accustomed to the stunned glances from his subordinates and carried on, going to his office. He was crossing along the main area on the top floor, searching for that familiar face, when suddenly someone popped up in front of him.

“Yunho-shii. How are you this morning?” Yunho looked down at Jaejoong and faintly smiled. “I‘m doing good.” He returned to looking about for that certain person, his lack of interest in Jaejoong making the older man’s lips twitch, clearly displeased.

Changmin woke up, feeling terrible (no doubt from the night before) and peered blearily at the clock, before crying out and leaping out of bed. Oh no! He was going to be late for work. He quickly threw on his clothes, grabbed his empty briefcase, and raced out the door.

“The party was great the other night,” Jaejoong tried again to catch the other‘s attention, “You know… you know how to create a good time.” Jaejoong raised a hand to gracefully sweep part of his bangs from his eyes, staring at Yunho with warm desire.

“Yeah…” Yunho replied, not even listening, “Listen, I need to get to work. You know how it is, busy week.” He stepped on by the other, going straight to his office, more than a little disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Changmin.

Jaejoong huffed under his breath and went to his desk wondering what lengths he’d have to go to to get what he wanted.

Changmin stopped running when he got close to work, and struggled to catch his breath as he fixed his hair and tied his tie. Then, he walked casually into the building. Maybe no one would notice… He wasn’t that late.

“Ah, there you are!” There was a man sitting in Changmin’s chair at his desk when he finally got there and he grinned widely at the late man. “For a second I thought I scared you off without even meeting you.” A jovial laugh erupted from him.

Changmin blinked, then flushed, then bowed, not knowing who the man was, but knowing that he was probably in trouble now, since he was late. “I‘m Shim Changmin, nice to meet you. … I‘m so sorry for being late.” He bowed again, lower.

There was another round of laughter from the portly man. “Oh, it happens. Don‘t worry about it. I‘m Lee Shindong, your new master. …AHAHAHA. Just kidding.” he sighed with a smile but then realized he was in the other’s seat. “Oh, oops!” he hopped up from the chair.

Changmin smiled tentatively at the cheerful man. “So… you’re my boss?”

“Oh I guess that‘s the ‘technical‘ name but I don‘t want you to worry about titles. Let‘s just say I‘m your…” Shindong thought for a good word, “partner - your comrade.” He poked Changmin in the side. “So don‘t go calling me boss or sir.”

“Yes si-” the other began, “I mean… Yes…?” He was so polite to everyone that he knew he was going to find this a real challenge. Still, if first impressions meant anything… he had a feeling he was really going to like his knew boss. Partner. Comrade.

Shindong grinned at him and clapped his hand on Changmin’s shoulder as he began to half push, him half walk with him. “Well today is an important day. With the store opening and all we have lots to do. I‘m glad you‘re at least here to help me.”

“I… I hope I can help,” the younger man replied, trying to seem more confident than he felt, still unsure of what it was he’d be helping with. “Where are we going?”

“To the big guy‘s office of course. We‘re pretty much planning the whole thing with him. You‘ve met him, right?” he was leading them to a familiar place.

Changmin froze. “The b…b…big-” They were going to be working with Yunho? Directly?

Shindong chuckled right as they turned into that black hallway with the door at the end. “He doesn‘t bite, just barks.” They arrived at the door and the bigger man pressed the single button on the wall.

Yunho was within, lost in his paper work when he heard the little ring. The camera into the hallway showed Shindong and… him. Yunho didn’t have secretary to let them in, so he buzzed the door open. Shindong heard the humming noise and winked at Changmin before pushing it open. Inside was a vast marvelous office with the eye boggling view of the city. There was an area of couches and chairs and part that was a broad desk with… Yunho.

Changmin’s breathe caught in his throat as he stumbled forward, behind Shindong, unable to take his eyes off of Yunho. The magnificence of the office was lost to him as he was led inside, and finally he realized that he had to be staring and lowered his eyes, focusing on his shoes instead.

“Yunho-boy!” Shindong had the biggest smile and as Yunho stood and headed around the desk to greet them he gave the owner a big teddy bear hug. Yunho’s gaze was drawn to the other standing there. Once out of the hug, Shindong swept back to Changmin. “Have you met him yet, Yunho?” Now a gentle smile met his handsome features as he really just couldn’t look away from the boy, who was currently looking at the ground. “Yeah… we have. Nice to see you again, Changmin.”

Changmin’s gaze flickered back up to meet Yunho’s and he smiled weakly. “Nice to see you too, Yunho-shii.”

“Well look, a happy reunion!” Shindong threw his arms briefly in celebration. Yunho laughed a bit at his gesture. But they needed to get down to business now. “Well, I received the list of possible performers you sent me,” he said, retrieving his thick binder dedicated solely to the opening. Shindong motioned for Changmin to sit down at the little sitting area. He nodded, smiling at Shindong’s silliness, and sat down in the chair that was offered.

The larger man plopped down on the couch and Yunho sat in an adjacent chair to Changmin’s. “Which of these artists were you leaning towards?”

Shindong didn’t even have to think. “Lee Hyori! What do you think, Changmin?”

He stared. “Hyori? Seriously?” He had no clue that this party was going to be that big. Or that Yunho had connections to someone like her.

“Looks like he agrees!”

Nodding, still wide-eyed, he cleared his throat, trying to calm down. “So you could really get… anyone?”

Shindong lifted his hand to his mouth as if he were going to tell Changmin a secret, but his voice was more of a loud whisper. “Yah, we‘ve got all the top artists on that list. This is Yunho‘s first clothing store. We gotta make sure he gets the best.” Yunho found himself feeling quite embarrassed as he always hated being put on any type of a pedestal, and Changmin‘s reaction was exactly what he didn‘t want - awe, but he was amused by the expression on the younger man‘s face. “Is there anyone in particular that you like?” He questioned.

Blushing, thinking about the posters that were still all over his walls at his parents house, Changmin cleared his throat again. “Um.. …”

Yunho smiled at the evident color on Changmin’s cheeks.

“Well Hyori or… BoA,” Shindong whispered to Changmin, clearly trying to influence his decision, “Hyori~”

“…CSJH?” Changmin finally forced out, and Yunho’s smile widened as he sat up more in his seat, liking that idea. “Oh, I really like Stephanie.” He realized what he said and for some reason regretted it, glancing at Changmin. But he then quickly wrote that down. “The Grace it is.” Shindong frowned a bit but laughed it off. “Fine, the kid wins.” They could always get Hyori next time.

“You mean, we really…” Changmin trailed off. He had a huge crush on Dana… before… well, now he was pretty sure he was gay. But still.

Shindong nodded at Changmin. “Yeah, everyone wants to perform for Yunho‘s big night. We just have to choose.”

“All right well, that‘s all I needed today.” Yunho finished, standing up. Shindong stood up too and patted Changmin on the back for the good work done. He them began to head to the door since business was over.

Changmin stood up as well, surprised that they were already finished. All he’d had to do was pick from a list of gorgeous celebrities? He was still waiting for his job, to get… hard.

“Oh wait a second, Changmin. I need to talk to you, make sure you‘re…” Yunho had to think of a reason to speak to the other alone, “Settling in alright.” Shindong raised an eyebrow and looked between the two. “Oh, okay, well then I‘ll just be getting on my merry way. I see how it is, Yunho.” He made a fake sniffle noise as he opened the door and left, his last words of “He just doesn‘t appreciate me anymore” following. Yunho grinned a bit at the now closed door before turning to Changmin. “Please sit down again.”

He opened his mouth to protest as Shindong left, but nothing came out, and the door closed, the slam echoing ominously as Changmin returned to his chair.

Yunho stayed standing and slipped a hand within his pocket. Now he was trying to figure out why he asked for Changmin to stay. Well he knew why… but it didn’t make it any easier. “So… did you enjoy the food the other night?” He remembered his awkward offer to take Changmin out to his favorite restaurant.

Changmin nodded, trying not to seem too awkward as he avoided the other’s gaze. “It was amazing… You throw great parties, Yunho-shii.”

Yunho was hoping the other would have said the food sucked so this next sentence wouldn’t seem forward or suggestive. “Well if you wanted to taste even better food…” he was pacing now to calm himself, “There‘s this small place down the street that I like… to eat at.” He stopped moving and stared at Changmin. “I mean, it‘d only be to make sure you feel uh… welcome… and all.”

He looked up at Yunho, eyes widening. Of course, one straight man asking a coworker to eat with them wasn’t weird at all, and obviously Yunho didn’t know about Changmin’s inappropriate thoughts. “Y-d…” He took a breath, trying to calm himself. “Sounds cool.” Cool? Why did he sound like an idiot every time he opened his mouth in front of this man?

Yunho just wanted to sink into a chair and exhale all of that nervousness. He was so ecstatic that Changmin agreed, but then again he was the other’s boss, and it didn’t sound like a date. “Okay, does tomorrow during lunch sound good?” Keeping it at lunch was more work official.

“That‘s… sounds perfect,” Changmin replied awkwardly. During work, of course, not a date.

“Alright then, that‘s all unless… you want to ask me anything?” Yunho arched his eyebrow enquiringly.

The younger man stood up, shaking his head quickly. “Thank you, sir,” he said, bowing politely.

Yunho walked him to the door, even opening it for him. But before the younger one could walk out he placed his hand on the frame of the door. “Changmin, just because I own this company, I don‘t want you to feel nervous around me.” That was something he wanted for all his employees, but especially the other.

He nodded, flushing slightly at how close the other was. “Thank you…”

Yunho lingered maybe a moment too long, admiring Changmin’s strong yet soft features up close. Just amazing. Soon he stepped away to let him go though. “See you around.”

Nodding again, unable to speak, Changmin struggled to keep his whole face from flushing. Yunho was so handsome, it took his breath away. He didn’t know that that really happened… outside of the books he loved so much.

And now he waited for the other to leave but he hadn’t yet and Yunho wondered if thee was something on his face. He unconsciously licked the corners of his mouth just to make sure.

The sight of the other’s tongue meant a lost battle for Changmin, who immediately flushed darkly and turned on his heel, fleeing the sexy man in the doorway.

Yunho frowned at his urgent escape and went to look at the wall mirror above his mini bar. There was nothing there. He shrugged and went back to work.

Maybe a small hope simmered in him, or maybe he just wanted to take a walk, but Yesung found himself strolling through the park. Every now and then he'd glance about to the benches, his heart racing for a second as he saw a figure... but then disappointment would come when it was just an old man.... a woman smoking her cigarette... some teenager taking a nap.... He sighed, and walked on when- Oh! Is that him?! But as soon as he actually looked at the person he frowned. Yesung for that instant was distracted, and hadn't seen the looming tree in front of him until he ran smack right into it. He gasped and shook, and brushed off his clothes and patted his cheek, hoping no one saw that. He went to curse at the tree and scold it, when he saw a bright orange flyer....

OPEN PHOTOGRAPHY GALLERY

TUESDAY, 10-7

He ripped the flyer off, staring more closely at it. He was always up for any art shows. With a small smile, he tucked the paper into his pocket, sidestepping the tree and continuing on his way. Photography, too... how exciting.

When Eeteuk got home from work, he took a quick shower, then dove into his closet/room to find something good to wear on his… thing with Siwon. He tried on several outfits, trying to find one that made him look good but not too good. He didn’t want the other man getting the wrong idea, after all.

Right on the dot of 7 P.M., Siwon called Eeteuk's cell. He had been sitting in his car outside the model's apartment building for at least fifteen minutes already. In the passenger seat of his fire red corvette, he had a bouquet of flowers. The phone was ringing, once, twice….

Eeteuk stumbled out of the closet in the fifth or so outfit he'd tried on and lunged across his bed to grab his phone. "Hello?"

A pleased smile came to him immediately upon hearing that lovely voice. "Eeteuk-ah.. ready for the evening?"

"Of course," Eeteuk replied, looking himself over frantically in the mirror, wanting to make sure everything was in place, "I've been looking forward to it."

"Good. It's going to be excellent. I'll be waiting in my.... red corvette," he made sure to accentuate his words when informing the other of what type of car he had. Then he hung up, turning on the radio for some soft background noise.

Eeteuk laughed a little to himself, more amused than impressed by the other's car, and fixed his hair one last time in the mirror. He'd finally settled on some black pants that he knew made his ass look fabulous, and a striped sweater. Nothing fancy, but... he looked good. He grabbed a jacket, slipped on some shoes, and walked out the door and straight to the shiny red car.

When Siwon saw Eeteuk approach, he unlocked the doors and waited for him to get in. He reached over to though to pick up the flowers, getting ready to present them. The older man walked gracefully to the car, smiling Siwon waiting for him. "Right on time." He slid easily into the plush leather seat.

Siwon's hooded, dark stare clung right to Eeteuk, admiring silently how captivating he looked. And the scent that newly entered his car was one to die for. He inhaled for a second, indulging in the pleasantry of having the model right there beside him. "Of course. Wouldn't want to be late for you." He revved his car, showing off as the engine roared to show how much horsepower he had in this baby. He then extended his hand, "These are for you," holding out the flowers.

Eeteuk ducked his head, hiding an amused smile, as Siwon was clearly showing off. "Oh, thank you," he took them, looking up, slightly surprised. They were beautiful, and he genuinely smiled, this time, taking them from the other to inhale the delicate smell.

And if Siwon had one of those secret cameras in the lapel of his jacket, he'd take a picture of that sight. He turned to the road though, and pressed the gas, his car lurching forward and speeding off~ "How was your day then? Busy with shoots?" he had a side smirk, his hand on the manual stick as he shifted gears as he soared on the street.

"I spent the day doing go-sees, actually," Eeteuk replied, fumbling to buckle his seat belt, "It went well, I booked several jobs. But it was tiring."

Siwon nodded, barely listening. Right now his mind was on one thing. After dinner....

For the rest of the ride, the jazz radio station filled the silence until they came to the restaurant. It was a five star restaurant, one of the top places in the city. In fact, it was located on the top floor of a well known hotel. The valet opened their doors, and Siwon stepped out, tossing the keys to the man and watched Eeteuk get out of the car, wanting to appreciate every movement.

Eeteuk carefully climbed out of the car, laying the flowers down in his seat, and walked around to meet Siwon. "Nice choice," he said, beckoning to the restaurant. He'd been there once before, and was more than impressed with the food and service.

He knew the other would think that, and a very self satisfied curl to his lips occurred. In the building, he went for the elevators, pressing the button as one immediately opened. He stepped inside, and the leering look he held fixated once again on the more than appealing model.

Eeteuk followed behind Siwon and stepped into the elevator, only mildly apprehensive. He purposefully stood not too close to the other, not knowing if his paranoia was justified or not, but just in case… it was better not take a risk.

Sure the temptation was there… elevator… Alone… but Siwon was a gentleman. He wouldn't try anything before the dinner. So he stood there, tall and straight, merely viewing from his side glance. It did seem like a long time for the elevator to reach the top 24th floor, but they did, and when the door slid open, the restaurant was there. There were windows on all sides of the floor, giving a magnificent view of the city around them.

Eeteuk breathed a small sigh of relief when they reached the top floor. Not that he really thought that Siwon would do anything, but something about the looks the other man was giving him were putting him on edge. He stepped out of the elevator, looking around appreciatively at the view. "Wow..."

A host greeted them right away, ushering them to the nice table Siwon reserved. It was beside the set of windows that overlooked the river. When they were seated, Siwon didn't look at the menu and instead told Eeteuk. "Order anything you want. Drinks... appetizers... don't be shy."

"If you're sure it's alright," Eeteuk replied with a smile. He read through the extensive menu, looking for something that would be delicious but not really add to his waist line.

Siwon was more so hoping he would order some wine, but he could do that himself. When the waiter returned, he placed in an order for one of the more expensive bottles. He then pretended to browse at his menu, his nearly black eyes taking in how the other's own eyes drifted along, contemplating. And then how his slender fingers held the menu....

Smiling at the wine selection, Eeteuk continued to browse the menu, finally settling on a dinner salad and a small steak. Then he looked up, immediately noticing Siwon's eyes on him.

When their gazes connected, a gradual smile raised to Siwon's lips as his chin was slightly down turned. He lifted his hand to the empty wine glass, his finger circling the rim casually. Eeteuk matched the other's smile, before turning to gaze out the window at the amazing view.

The waiter came moments later with their chilled wine, pouring them both a glass before taking their orders. Siwon ordered the shrimp pasta with a house salad. When the waiter left, he reached out for the basket of bread, taking a thick slice and picking up the knife. "Bread?"

"Maybe just a small piece..." Eeteuk's nose twitched at the smell of the freshly baked bread. It smelled absolutely amazing, and it was something he so rarely indulged in.

Siwon dipped the knife in the perfectly molded butter, and gently spread it along the warm bread. He then held the piece out for Eeteuk, hoping for that small brush of hands.

Eeteuk took the bread carefully, with a smile of thanks, and took a small bite, his smile widening as he chewed. It was amazing, and his eyes drifted closed as he savored it.

Oh, that was an expression of pure ecstasy, and Siwon's lips parted only a little, imagining that he were the one to cause such an expression. This definitely caused curiosity of what other faces Eeteuk could make.... the zealous glint in his stare was obvious, had the other been looking, and Siwon finally lifted his wine glass to his mouth, the liquid smoothly running past his lips.

"Mm..." Eeteuk said, opening his eyes and setting the bread down on his plate. He then reached for his glass of wine as well and took a small sip.

Shit, Siwon's pants were becoming uncomfortably tight, and he straightened in his chair just to give some frictional appeasement to himself. Now he bit his lower lip, his hand gripping the stem to his glass, watching Eeteuk. His eyes sharpened in on a bit of wine that managed to slip past and form at the corner of the other's mouth. He took this opportunity to reach his hand across the table, his thumb just grazing along the side of those full, soft lips, wiping away the drop of wine.

Eeteuk jerked slightly at the other's touch on his lips, blinking in surprise, and leaned back slightly, licking his lower lip self consciously. "Thank you," he said, taking another, larger sip of the wine, swirling the glass between his fingers. He never drank, more than a sip here or there to be polite, but something about Siwon‘s intense eyes on him made him nervous.

As he retracted his thumb, he raised to his own mouth, tasting the wine and a bit of something else... Eeteuk. But soon the food was brought to them, the waiter set the plates diligently on the table before them. Siwon nodded to the waiter and picked up his fork, inwardly glad Eeteuk was drinking up. The waiter took the initiative to refill their wine glasses as well.

"Oh, this smells wonderful," Eeteuk said, eager to have something to think about besides Siwon. He slowly cut into the steak and began to eat, carefully savoring each bite. He glanced up at Siwon occasionally, more to see if the other was looking at him, or concentrating on his meal as well.

Siwon was going to go for the old turnaround trick... which was to not pay much particular attention to Eeteuk. He wasn't completely oblivious to how the other was tensing. So to let Eeteuk drop his guard, he simply ate his food, commenting here and there on how the sauce was creamy, or how the shrimp melted in his mouth, or how the salad was perfectly crispy and fresh.

Relaxing slightly as the meal progressed, Eeteuk had to admit that he was enjoying himself. The food was just beyond delicious, and it was nice to be out with a handsome man, someone besides Yunho, for a change.

Siwon finally asked the one business question, to call it a business gathering instead of what he preferred--a date. "What do you do with Yunho as a partner?" he slid a warm piece of pasta into his mouth, finally settling his line of vision back onto Eeteuk.

"Well," he responded, once he'd finished chewing a bite of salad, "I help design the clothes for the Bolero line... and help run the whole fashion aspect of the company." He took another small sip of wine. It was very good, obviously expensive, and he tried to ignore the fact that he was enjoying it a bit too much.

"Hnn…" he made the obligatory receptive noise, and really just wanted to get the hell out of here and move onto the after dinner party. "Any dessert?" he asked, nodding to the small menu of goods, hoping that the other would decline.

"I shouldn't..." Eeteuk replied, glancing at the menu hesitantly. He was sure that anything this restaurant served would be well worth it, but… he always had to think about his s-line.

"Then don't be tempted," Siwon said, wanting to leave, waving over for the waiter to come. When they did, he asked for the check. Now there was just a bit of wine left, and Siwon himself picked up the bottle, tipping it and watching the rest of its contents pour into Eeteuk's glass. He’d barely touched his own wine, so the glass was mostly full.

Eeteuk shook his head, "Thank you, but I've already drunk more than I should." He smiled politely, shifting in his seat. His stomach was full and happy, but he was definitely ready to go home.

Siwon's lips for the first time lowered into a frown. "Drink." This time it was more demanding, and he even slid the glass further towards Eeteuk. To lead the way, he raised his glass and began to down his own sweet wine.

Eeteuk blinked, surprised by Siwon's sudden change in mood, and lifted his glass slowly, taking a small sip. He supposed it was rude of him, considering how much the bottle had probably cost, but... He didn’t drink for a reason.

The previously complacent demeanor returned, and he sat back in his chair, his portion of the alcohol drained. The waiter had his check, and he took out cold, hard cash. Several large bills were placed on top of the receipt. Now as he waited a bit impatiently for Eeteuk to finish, he briefly formulated the rest of the night. He'll drive the model home.... walk him up to his apartment.. and.. Yes…

It took a few minutes, but Eeteuk finally finished the glass, wanting to leave Siwon happy as the night ended to ensure that Yunho would have his investor. "Ready," he said with a smile.

Time for the fun and games to begin.... in the car, each thing on the road set Siwon off--passing under the bright street lamps along the side of the road sent vivid flashes of Eeteuk's mouth open and ready, fluidly swerving between cars that honked formed into aching needy noises, and green lights were the climactic moments. Oh how Siwon couldn't wait.. his corvette had pulled into the parking lot of the building and he found a spot near the door. As he turned the engine off, the silence enveloping, he glanced over to the model. "I'll walk you up."

"Okay," Eeteuk replied, getting out of the car, holding onto the bouquet of flowers. He walked slowly up the stairs, tugging his keys out of his pocket.

The building Eeteuk lived in was nice, but that wasn't the top on Siwon's list to pay attention to. As he followed behind Eeteuk, he just now noticed how those pants were snug in all the right places. "You live by yourself?" as far as he knew Eeteuk did, but he was just checking.

"I do," Eeteuk replied, "I like my space..." He paused, just outside of his door, and turned to face Siwon. "Well, thank you for this evening," he said smiling as to flash his dimple at the other, "I had a really nice time."

Siwon made a sort of small frown. "Actually Eeteuk-ah.. I was wondering if I could use your bathroom." His thick eyebrows upturned into a hopeful manner.

Eeteuk hesitated, but the other man hadn't made any moves on him, had barely touched him the entire night. Maybe it was the wine impairing his judgment, but he chose to nod, with a smile, and unlock the door, leading the other man inside. "The bathroom is this way," he said, turning on lights.

But then there was a rustle of fabric, jingling of dropped keys, and most importantly the resonating echo of the slammed door. Not a second of protest could be had before the rich businessman had his pair of wanton lips assailing along the model's smooth jaw line eagerly. A daring hand slipped right down to slide slowly down the other's hip.

The older man jerked away, completely caught off guard. "Siwon, don't--"

Those helpless words were lost in his mind, the only sound he seemed to hear was his own heavy breathing. He bared his teeth, a feral growl rumbling out as he tugged at the lobe of Eeteuk's ear. His hand had dragged further and around to let his fingers slightly sink into the other's ass, while his other one tugged at the hem of the striped sweater, and he pushed the smaller man against a wall.

Eeteuk trembled under the other's touch, and he pushed hard at his chest. "Stop, Siwon!"

Siwon was pushed back some, and he lashed a malignant glare at Eeteuk. "Don't kid yourself. You know you want this... for the investment.. for UKE.." He knew this was downright dirty, bringing in Yunho's company, especially since he knew how close those two were. He raised his hand to touch Eeteuk's cheek soothingly, his other hand pressing him to the wall, his stare still harsh.

Eeteuk tried harder to pull away, cringing at Siwon's caress. "I'm not some whore for the company," he spat, trying to hide the fact that on the inside his mind was beginning to scream in fear. It would be all too easy at this point for the larger man to take what he wanted. How could he have been so stupid.

Rolled his eyes at how foolish that remark was, Siwon smirked. "Why else would Yunho allow tonight to happen.." he leaned in, his warm breath invading the surface of the other's chin. "He only cares about his company, and knows you're the quickest way to earn investors.. so admit it.." his fingers grasped at Eeteuk's chin to force the other to meet his intent gaze.. "..you're just a whore. A Bolero whore." And then the next instant, his lips were smashing a searing kiss onto Eeteuk's.

Eeteuk knew that nothing Siwon was saying was right, that none of it made any sense, but hearing those words still felt like being stabbed through the heart. It wasn't the first time he'd heard this, but it was the first time it had been said so venomously, and with such ill intent. He twisted, trying to get away from Siwon, lips clamped tightly together, and whimpered loudly.

When that pleading whimper hit the air, it urged Siwon more, bringing him to let his other hand move into action. First he pushed that jacket off of the other's shoulders, and immediately yanked at that sweater, fumbling to dispose of it. Not wanting to break the kiss, he used his strength to tug roughly, the material stretching until finally it tore, leaving the skin beneath for viewing, or for Siwon's case... touching. His long fingers assaulted the span of Eeteuk's flat stomach, enjoying the hotness of his skin.

The sound of ripping fabric brought what was coming into reality for Eeteuk, and tears that he fought unsuccessfully began rolling down his cheeks. He struggled more, trying to break free of the other's grasp so that he could run- somewhere- but the other was holding him still, against the wall. "Don't do this, please," he begged, still trying to push the other away.

"Why not?" Siwon retorted, his voice deep with an unpleasant salacity. "You're just so sexy Eeteuk… without even trying..." He dragged the flat of his tongue slickly up the other's neck, savoring his taste, making the other cringe. The hand on that lower stomach of the model's first groped at his groin, squeezing uncaringly before fumbling at the zipper with the noise of metal being pulled down. His hand was now breathing within the other's pants, touching the material of his under garment without any hesitance.

Eeteuk was crying freely now, begging the other to stop, but nothing was working. The feel of the other's horrible mouth on his throat, and the hand that was violating him, touching his most intimate areas, was the most sickening feeling he'd ever felt, and he cried out for help even though he knew no one would be able to hear him.

Yunho was already lounging in his silk pajama bottoms, resting on his bed with the news on low volume. He glanced at the clock. It was after 10, and hadn't received a phone call for an update from Eeteuk at all. There was a worry residing in him, and he anxiously checked his phone again..... nothing. Knowing he couldn't take it anymore, he picked it up and speed dialed his friend.

Siwon was becoming a bit irritated by now from all these cries. Any other person would be jumping at the chance to have him do this. "Shut u-" but his voice halted as suddenly a loud song began to play... coming from the front pocket of Eeteuk's pants.

The cheery sound of an old song, a favorite of Eeteuk‘s, his special ringtone for Yunho, distracted Siwon enough that he loosened his grip on the smaller man. Eeteuk immediately snatched his arm back and smacked Siwon hard in the face, forcing the other man to stumble backwards, the sound of the slap resounding through the room. Before Siwon could react, Eeteuk scrambled for the phone. "Yunho? Yunho, Yunho," he blubbered, clinging to the phone, 'Yunho, I'm sorry, Help me, please," he said, slightly hysterically.

At once, hearing that frantic voice through his phone made his heart lurch with worry and fear, and he hopped out of his bed. "Eeteuk, Eeteuk.... calm down. I'm here. I'm talking to you. What are you saying?" he had that dreaded feeling on what Eeteuk was going to tell him.

Siwon wiped his hand along his cheek, trying to smear away that stinging pain. He gave Eeteuk a reproachful scowl, and clenched his fist. What was he doing?

Eeteuk whimpered into the phone, knowing that Siwon was only a few feet away, and that any moment his dirty hands would be back, "I'm sorry, I’ve messed up your plans, I don't think Siwon's a good investor," he said, trying to think of anything to say to get Siwon to just leave, "He hurt me, he's..."

Yunho knew that man was a creep. He only cared about getting Eeteuk. He searched around for a shirt to just throw on. He was going to speed his way over to his friend. "Eeteuk... don't apologize. I should've known from the start. I'm coming! Where are you?!"

Siwon released a frustrated noise, the sound of it making Eeteuk whimper, but he couldn't do anything… not with Yunho on the other end of the phone, listening. He glowered at Eeteuk, not able to believe that things had turned out like this.

Yunho heard something other than Eeteuk in the background, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"My apartment," Eeteuk whimpered, "Please, he won't leave." He slowly sank down to the floor, curling into a ball, clutching the phone tightly, trying to protect his body any way that he could from the lecherous ass standing only a few feet away, no doubt waiting for the perfect time to attack.

His game was up. He watched in distaste as Eeteuk pathetically sank down, and Siwon shook his head. "You're a disappointment. I thought you'd be a good investment." With one last look --since it sounded like Yunho was coming-- he opened the door and left, forcing it to close loudly behind him.

Eeteuk sobbed in relief when he heard the door slam shut, but didn't move from his place on the floor until Yunho arrived, the whole time just praying that Siwon wouldn‘t change his mind and return.

Yunho used the set of keys he had, opening the door hastily and stepping inside. The lights were on, and he urgently raked his eyes about, but realized... there was a figure nearby on the floor. When his eyes landed on the other, crumpled to the floor in that fetal position. Yunho hurried over and pulled Eeteuk up into his arms. "Teuk! I'm here! I'm here, Teuk..."

Eeteuk jerked away, looking up at Yunho with tear-filled, frightened eyes, but he relaxed once he realized who it was, falling into the other arms, and burst into hysterical sobbing, finally knowing that he was safe. He tried to tell Yunho what had happened, but his words just came out as sobs.

Yunho's face was pained, and he wiped at those endless tears the best he could. At the failed attempt, he gently cradled Eeteuk's head into his shoulder, to let his sweatshirt soak up the tears. "Teuk.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have let you be the one to go tonight. In fact I shouldn't have even done anything with that shithead after the party." He began to guide them slowly over to the couch.

The older man took deep breaths, trying to calm his sobs, "I'm so stupid, I never should have let him in. If you hadn't called, he... He would have…" Eeteuk clung to Yunho, sitting beside the other man on the couch before curling up in his arms.

"Shh.. shh.. don't blame yourself." He didn't want Eeteuk to blame himself.. that's what happened with his previous relationship, and Yunho sure didn't want it to happen this time. It wasn't his fault at all. "You're safe. He's not going to go near you ever again.." he lightly rubbed the other's back in circular, calming motions.

"He said such... horrible..." Eeteuk sniffled, pressing his face against Yunho's chest, letting the other's heartbeat calm him slightly. "...What if he comes back?"

"He won't. I won't let him near you. And trust me, I'm sure he fears my power more than his desire to hurt you again.." he let his fingers run through the other's hair.

"I'm not a whore," Eeteuk whispered after a few moments of silence, more to convince himself than for any other reason, as Siwon‘s dirty words ran through his mind over and over.

Yunho's breath hitched at those words........ he knew especially how that word affected Eeteuk. "No no.. you're not.. you're not one.. you're an angel Eeteuk. A beautiful angel." His arms tightened briefly around the other comfortingly.

Shaking his head, Eeteuk sniffled, bringing a shaking hand up to wipe at his tears, "I feel so dirty... If I‘m an angel, I have black wings…"

Yunho pressed his cheek against Eeteuk's hair as he shook his head a little. "Just sleep now.. sleep.. tomorrow morning.. will be a new day. You can take a bath.. I'll make you breakfast... it'll be better..."

Eeteuk continued to cry off and on, finger’s tangled in the other’s shirt, until finally exhaustion from the entire experience caught up with him and fell into uneasy sleep. Yunho gently picked him up and carried him to his wide bed. He very carefully removed the ruined clothing, a reminder of what had happened, and disposed of them, and slipped some pajama pants onto the sleeping angel, before sliding into bed beside him and pulling Eeteuk back into his strong arms.

Sighing, Yunho ran his fingers through the other man’s hair, tracing his fingers over the tear stained cheeks, and eventually fell asleep as well.

Bolero - Day 3 (Sunday)

2009-01-21T02:10:53Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 3 (Sunday)
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: PG-13
Warning: some language and suggestiveness
Genre: AU
Pairings: Mostly YooSu, some ShiTeuk, HoMin, YehTeuk

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

The next day, Eeteuk seriously slept in. Actually having a day with nothing important planned for a change, he'd turned off his phone and fallen into bed, asleep before his head even hit the pillow. When he finally woke up, it was late... for him, at least. He crawled out of bed and padded to the bathroom, pausing on his phone and seeing if he'd missed any calls.

On the phone it showed only one missed call, practically a miracle. "Choi Siwon."

Eeteuk made a face, reading the name, but after he used the restroom, he called the other man back, curious.

The other line rang a few times before a smooth voice lined with a deep smug pleasure answered. "Eeteuk-ah," already skipping the formalities, "for a moment there I thought you were avoiding me." There was a soft chuckle.

"Of course not, Siwon-shii." Eeteuk replied smoothly, with a soft laugh as well. "Honestly, I just woke up."

Siwon's lips curled into a smile that surely Eeteuk wouldn't be able to see but could feel by his next words. "Getting your beauty sleep that you don't need hmm?" He then moved straight to the point. "I called concerning dinner."

Eeteuk giggled, almost wishing that he could just believe what the other said. He did appreciate the attention... "Dinner, yes... Do you have a day and time in mind?"

"Mm.." he took a moment before tossing out, "Tomorrow night?" he already had the reservations in place.

"I..." Eeteuk double checked his schedule, "I'm free after five?"

Siwon was expecting that answer. "Good. I'll pick you up at 7." He’d already looked up where the model lived.

"Do you need directions or..." Eeteuk was relieved and excited that Siwon had said the next day, meaning that Eeteuk’s schedule had remained completely free for today, so he could do anything, even go back to bed.

"Don't worry about that. But make sure you wear something nice. Oh who am I to say that. You always do." There was another round of chuckling. "See you tomorrow then Eeteuk-ah."

"I'll see you then," Eeteuk replied, before hanging up the phone. He then dialed Yunho.

Yunho typed at his laptop, which rested upon his legs as he stretched out along the chaise in his room. When his phone began to ring he picked it up without bothering to look at the caller ID. "Hello, Yunho speaking."

Eeteuk laughed softly at the formal greeting. "Did I call at a bad time?" He stretched, slowly walking back to his soft warm bed.

"Oh," he straightened up a bit once recognizing the voice. A warm smile met his lips. "Nah I'm free. Let me guess, Siwon-shii?" The man contacted him earlier to get Eeteuk's phone number.

"How did you know that?" Eeteuk asked, "And yes... We're going to dinner tomorrow."

Yunho laughed into the phone. "He called me for your number. Tomorrow then? Do you need help finding something to wear?" he asked just in case.

"Mm... I think I'm okay. I mean... It's not a real date... Exactly..." Eeteuk was starting to wonder...

That was what worried Yunho a bit. He was afraid Siwon would take it too personal and forget about the business aspect. "Yeah just business talk." He assured Eeteuk and himself.

"I hope so..." Eeteuk had definitely gotten the impression that Siwon wanted more than that. "Well... I'll be polite either way..."

Yunho decided to playfully jibe, "Too bad this date isn't with Jongoon."

That name made Eeteuk‘s heart race. "...I don't even know him, Ho."

"Well that's why you go on dates. You don't know Siwon and I can tell already you'd much prefer a night with Jongoon."

Eeteuk was silent for a moment, "Well... I don't always get what I want. ...You know... I don't think I'm cut out for dating seriously, anyway." He'd had a devastating break up a little over a year ago, and it had changed his entire outlook on dating, love, everything.

Yunho frowned a bit. He very well remembered that period and how Eeteuk even stopped modeling for a time. "Well I won't push it any further." He didn't want to force the possibility of something new blossoming for Eeteuk.

Eeteuk sighed softly. "I should let you get back to your work... I don't suppose you're taking a break, since it's Sunday."

Yunho faintly smiled. Unfortunately he was always full of work. Well he buried himself in work for the lack of a social life. "Yeah, I'll talk to you later. Don't get into any trouble." And with that he hung up the phone. Yunho stared back at his screen of charts and symbols. He glanced at the time and for some reason wondered what the new employee was doing right now. Changmin was definitely different than the other people who worked for him. He laughed a bit to himself thinking of how much food was on his plate the other night as he slowly immersed himself back into work.

Changmin sneezed suddenly, and his friend Kim Junsu laughed. "Someone must be thinking about you~" He grinned widely, nudging his other friend Park Yoochun with his elbow.

Yoochun's eyes flickered down to his side where Junsu playfully elbowed him and he nudged the other back as he also teased, "You're not dating a guy without telling us are you?" And Junsu gasped. “A boyfriend?”

Changmin choked on the bread he'd been stuffing into his face (they were at his favorite restaurant, celebrating his new job). He coughed, taking a sip of his water, and tried to breathe. "B-Boyfriend?"

Junsu laughed. "Are you ok?"

"Sorry my mistake," Yoochun laughed. "Girlfriend."

Junsu snorted. "Haven't you heard, Chunnnie? Being gay is contagious, and he's friends with me. He doesn't stand a chance." Changmin, who was currently trying to hide his flushed face from the others, did have to admit that Junsu was the most openly gay man he had ever met.

"Ah, but of course," Yoochun smirked and let his dark gaze wander back to Changmin, who did appear to be a couple shades darker. "So what's his name Min?" Really Yoochun was so accustomed to being around Junsu that there seemed to be a new guy every day... but with Changmin, oh-ho he was going to take advantage of the other's rare embarrassment when discussing these topics.

"Hi...his..." With both Yoochun and Junsu teasing him, Changmin didn't stand a chance. "I... I don't know what you're talking about." Then he stuffed some random food that he was regretfully too distracted to taste into his mouth so that he wouldn't have to answer.

"Fine," Junsu said, still kekeing, "Maybe it's not a him, but it's definitely a someone. You might as well tell us now."

Yoochun continued to drive the ’tease Changmin’ bandwagon. "Here," he slid a glass of water on the table closer to the other, "wash out that food in your mouth and tell us."

Changmin made an incredibly pathetic face at the other two before taking the water and drinking down his food. "It... it's really nothing, guys," he said, taking a deep breath, and willing his face to behave itself. Blushing definitely gave away too much. "I just... met this... person at work, and they are attractive... but..." he shrugged.

"This person?" Junsu whooped. "It's a guy! Oh my god, I knew it!!" He was so loud that several people at nearby tables looked over, and Changmin sank down in his seat, embarrassed beyond belief.

Yoochun lightly pinched Junsu's thigh, making the other squeak, trying to bring down his level of excitement and save Changmin somewhat. But he still leaned in over the table, a sly grin creeping devilishly along his lips. "You can't just leave it at that. What else do you know about him?"

Changmin all but whimpered, knowing that he was going to be made fun of for the rest of his life. "...He... he's straight?" He frowned, thinking back to what Jaejoong had said.

"Are you sure?" Junsu asked, "Like... really sure? Like... you climbed into his lap naked and he shoved you off sure? Because... I've seen more than a few 'straight' men who..." he trailed off, laughing still.

For a tiny second, Yoochun's eyebrow twitched and his expression went dry, but he quickly snapped into a small chuckle. "Well... I don't know if you have to go that far to find out... instead you could ask him, or, even be brave enough to ask for a date and see.."

With the way Junsu was talking, Changmin knew for sure that he was beet red, and he shook his head furiously. "I... I don't..." he took a sip of water, and then another. "I know he's straight for sure. And... he's kind of my boss."

Now Yoochun had picked up a salty fry and as he bit down on it, he paused to give Changmin an inquiring look. "As in," he spoke with the fry hanging from his mouth like a loose cigarette, "...the boss of your department?"

"S...something like that?" Changmin said, fiddling with his food.

Junsu poked at Yoochun's french fry, grinning at him, then turned his attention back to Changmin. "Meaning..."

The side of his mouth quirked as Junsu flicked his fry. He pushed the rest of it in, and picked up another fry from his plate, this time holding it out like a miniature dagger towards Chamgin. "The more you resist, the more we're gonna push," he notified, the fry bobbing in the air at him threateningly.

"Scary, hyung," Changmin replied, laughing as Junsu suddenly leaned forward and snatched the french fry from Yoochun with his mouth. Changmin was trying desperately to think of something that he could say that would distract them, or make them change the subject...

Yoochun's mouth gaped as his now weaponless hand hung in the air. He turned to Junsu and grabbed him by the chin, tilting his head up as he held back a quaking laugh, "You sneak," he then dropped his hand down to grab a piece of chicken and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Junsu giggled, sticking his tongue out at Yoochun, and finally Changmin had a good idea. "So, guys, when are you two getting married?"

Yoochun was just about to snap his teeth at Junsu's tongue, when his ears perked at Changmin's intrusive question. A suggestive smile pulled along his lips as he briefly nuzzled the bridge of his nose along Su's exposed cheek. "I dunno baby, when are we?"

Junsu purred, kekeing under his breath. "Maybe we can have a double wedding with Changmin and his new lover~"

If he'd thought he couldn't blush any more, he was wrong. "What the hell, I just met him, god you guys." Changmin groaned, and stuffed another huge bite of his lunch into his mouth, chewing ferociously.

A low chuckle fluttered from Yoochun, and he hovered his slightly pouting mouth beside Junsu's ear. "I don't know if he's invited to our wedding anymore... not unless he gives us a name." As Yoochun turned his gaze more onto Changmin, a devious light flashed in his eyes.

"Oh he'll give us a name," Junsu replied, sliding even closer to Yoochun, "I know where he works, and I would have no problem going up to every man in that building and asking them if they are the one whose pants Changmin wants to get into."

Choking on his food for the second time that afternoon, Changmin really considered death as a possible alternative to what was going on. Finally, he gulped down some water, and sighed. '...Yunho..."

As soon as the name was uttered from Changmin's mouth, Yoochun's eyes widened and he gasped, staring, astounded at Junsu (who was very close by the way) and then Changmin. "Yunho?! I know him!"

"Really?" Junsu replied excitedly, knowing of course that Yoochun was full of it, "Do you have his number? Where's his phone, I'll call him, and-"

"Stoooop," Changmin groaned, hiding his face in his hands, "I can't take this teasing, please." They were so mean to him, just because he was younger.

Junsu and Yoochun were Changmin’s long time friends, his best friends. They all often joked, calling them Changmin’s parents, because they like to take it upon themselves to make sure that the younger man has ‘a life’, as they call it, and doesn‘t spend all his time working and studying.

Yoochun's series of completely amused chuckles faded, and he reached across the table, lifting off the seat a little as he did. "We're just so proud our Changmin-baby is growing up," he pinched zealously at the other's cheek.

Junsu nodded solemnly. "Chunnie, what do we do without our baby? He really is grown up, with his own apartment, and own job, and now his own boyfriend."

Changmin swatted Yoochun's hand away and rubbed his cheek. "Probably go off and get yourselves arrested."

And now Yoochun just had to launch in, "Nah.. the men are too easy in prison. Junsu likes challenges."

"Which is why I don't bang you, Park Yoochun!" Junsu exclaimed, overly loud again, and Changmin couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. "Can we please leave?"

Despite their playful antics, Yoochun couldn't wipe away the scowl that snuck upon his face. "You don't because every time we go somewhere, you're busy banging someone else," he retorted, becoming more light-hearted once again. But then he nodded at Changmin's request. "Yah... you gonna pay for the bill, Office-Boy?"

"Aww, Chunnie's jealous~" Junsu teased, and then he grinned at Changmin. "Thank you for lunch!"

Unable to miss Yoochun’s hurt expression, Changmin sighed, digging out his wallet. He should have known that he'd end up paying for the meal... the one that was supposed to be celebrating his new job, but that didn’t bother him as much as Junsu’s obliviousness to his best friend.

Junsu and Yoochun were virtually inseperable, completely compatible, and obviously attracted to one another, but they’d never dated, never taken their relationship past friends, and it was so stupid. The problem was that Junsu would flirt with anything male on two legs, and Yoochun took that to mean that the other didn’t want him. At least, that was what Changmin assumed.

He paid the bill quickly, ready to get out of there, when Junsu exclaimed, "Hey! I just had the best idea ever!"

Yoochun was scooting out of the booth, and when Junsu piped up, he flicked him in the center of his forehead. "Glad it's working in there," he smiled briefly, sliding the rest of the way out.

"Jealous of my brains too, I see!" Junsu said, wiggling out of the booth behind the other. "I know it's too early right now, but tonight, we should all go to a club together!"

Changmin froze, half way out of his side of the booth. There were reasons why he didn't go clubbing with those two. Lots and lots of them. "Sounds great, but I think I have a lot of, uh..." What was he supposed to use as an excuse since he didn't have homework anymore?

Yoochun slung an arm around the younger, but taller man. "Changmin-ah... you're growing up. You need to learn to survive in what's known as a club." He began to tug Changmin along.

"And we have to celebrate your being gay," Junsu added, grabbing Changmin on the other side.

Changmin sighed. There was no way he was getting out of this one, he could tell. "What time does the club open?"

Yesung had just arrived back from a side job. This time it was helping to cook at a restaurant which received the Sunday lunch church crowd. He stepped inside, holding a paper bag of food that he received as a bonus for helping out. "Kyuhyun~" he let his low, melodic voice call out for his roommate. "I smuggled us some food!" In the kitchen, he set the bag on a counter, reaching within to pull out its lukewarm contents.

Kyuhyun was, surprisingly enough, listening to music and singing along, this time curled up under a pile of blankets on the couch.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Yesung had halted his movements. "Kyu?? Can you get that????"

Kyuhyun didn't hear Yesung come in... he didn't hear the knock, and he didn't hear Yesung holler at him.

There was another knock. Yesung frowned slightly, and bustled out of the kitchen to peer at Kyuhyun, who was still burritoed within his blankets singing to himself. With a small shake of his head and a quiet laugh, Yesung went to answer the door himself. He swung the door open, spotting a neighbor who lived just down the hall. "Ryeowook-shii?"

Ryeowook had been standing in the hall, fingers nervously thumping against the side of his thigh as he waited. He had heard Yesung's voice shout for Kyu, and an extra hard beat pounded in his heart at that name. When he heard the knob suddenly twist and the door open, his shoulders jerked in mild surprise and an elated smile began to form on his lips. Yet when his gaze full of anticipation spotted Yesung, his smile wavered. "Oh, Yesung-shii... umm.... uhhh.." he bit his lower lip as he leaned a bit to the side, just enough to peek inside their apartment, hoping to spot a certain person.

Kyuhyun finally opened his eyes and noticed the movement in the doorway, and slid the headphones off and around his neck as he turned down the music.

From an attempt to break the new awkwardness, Yesung pushed the door open wider. "Would you like to come in?" he stepped to the side as well.

Ryeowook flushed and faintly nodded, the hairs on his arms and the nape of his neck standing higher than he would have liked. Inside, he slipped off his shoes, "Thank you Ye-" but he cut himself off, noticing the figure on the couch. The boy's eyes grew and he meeped out, "Kyuhyun-shii! I-I didn't see you.. there.. at first....." Oh goodness, he held a hand to his chest to slow down the pumping in his heart.

"Hello, Ryeowook-shii," Kyuhyun replied politely.

Yesung watched the interaction, the unreliably dark light in the room failing at illuminating the blush present upon Ryeowook's cheeks. In Ryeowook's case, that was a very good thing. "What's the occasion?" Yesung interceded, offering up a small smile to their neighbor.

For a moment, Ryeowook blanked out, raising a finger to his chin as his eyes searched about in trying to remember his excuse for coming over. "Uhh.. su--gar!" he then shot his finger in the air in self victory, at correctly saying his reason.

"Sugar?" Kyuhyun echoed.

Ryeowook squeaked in delight hearing Kyuhyun repeat what he just said. He immediately shrunk though in sheepish embarrassment at that small outburst. "Yeah.. sugar. I was.. making.. cookies?" You needed sugar for cookies, yes.

Kyuhyun couldn't help but notice that Ryeowook was really... adorable, and he sat up a little bit straighter on the couch, the corners of his lips turning up in amusement.

And even if the lights were dim, Yesung knew indefinitely by now that Ryeowook was drowning in shy embarrassment. As a third person viewer, he suspected why.... "Ah, Kyuhyun.. can you get him some sugar then? I need to go use the bathroom." With that said, Yesung sent Ryeowook an assuring smile--but the poor boy didn't catch sight of it since he was staring wide-eyed at Kyuhyun as the thought of being alone with the other invaded his working mind, and caused it to swirl with red lights and flashing signals.

Kyuhyun nodded, slipping completely out of the blankets and standing up. 'Um... How much do you need?" Kyuhyun asked, sliding his mp3 player into his pocket, "We don't have much..."

Ryeowook kept his eyes attached directly to the wooden floor. "I-It's okay...just a l..ittle" he said a little breathlessly, and just within his view he could see Kyuhyun's steps, allowing him to follow closely. Maybe too closely though. Another blush attacked his cheeks, and he barely concealed a surprised yelp at the thought of.. being close to Kyuhyun.

Kyuhyun walked into the kitchen and got out a cup, holding it up. "Nn... I guess this should be..." he dug in the pantry, searching for their sugar, and finally pulled it out and poured some into the cup, before turning his attention to the shy man who'd been following him. "Here... Ryeowook-shii." He smiled, noticing that the other looked nervous for some reason.

Light, quick breaths were timidly escaping him, and he realized two seconds too late that he had been staring at Kyuhyun, and he fidgeted, twittering out an "Oh!" followed by a stuttering "Th-Thank you, K-Ky-Kyu-" he couldn't even get his name out! Ryeowook wanted to fling into the refrigerator or anywhere just to hide. He didn't even make any motion to take the cup.

"Kyuhyun?" the younger man said, trying to be helpful, and smiled a little wider. Then he reached out for Ryeowook's hand, and placed the cup of sugar into it. "You don't have to be so shy, okay? We don't bite."

By now Yesung was in the hallway outside of the kitchen, listening in, a hand pressed to his mouth to keep any noises of laughter from escaping.

Ryeowook's lower lip dropped to gape at how warm and gentle Kyuhyun's touch was against his hand. At first he barely nodded, but then began to nod more eagerly as the tingle in his hand spread up his arm. "Th-thank you.. Kyuhyun..." this time he managed to peep out his name, and Ryeowook relished at how nice it felt to say his name. Not as nice as it was hearing Kyuhyun say his.... but still....
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He took the cup, hand shaking only a bit from his nerves. Like a robot on automatic, he turned on his heel and began to head out. When he left the kitchen, he glanced over at Yesung, now an oddly brilliant smile spread right onto his youthful face. "Bye Yesung-shii~"

Kyuhyun followed Ryeowook out of the kitchen. "See you later..." he said with a soft smile.

As he heard Kyuhyun's voice behind him, Ryeowook abruptly squealed then made a ghostly "Ohhh~" from another wave of dreaded embarrassment. A few crystals of sugar sprinkled onto the floor, and he hastily rushed out the door, (which Yesung had now moved to open). But only seconds later, he backtracked, slipping on his shoes and then hurrying out again, a second "Ohhh~" carrying down the hall.

Kyuhyun watched Ryeowook with a small smile on his face, then shrugged a little bit, expression back to normal, and turned to look at Yesung. "Did I see a bag of food on the counter?"

Yesung had shut the door, walking back towards the kitchen. He merely chuckled and pondered if Kyuhyun noticed how much their neighbor was crushing on him. "Yeah, good, exciting food for once."

Changmin stood outside of the club, flanked by his two shorter friends. He stared up at the sign Purple Line. He glanced around, looking for a way to escape, but then Junsu exclaimed "Let's go!" and he was all but dragged inside.

Inside the music blasted so loud that the multi-colored lit floor vibrated. Masses of sweaty bodies swayed about to the electronic rhythm. Yoochun headed straight for the center of the floor where the bar stood.

Junsu dragged Changmin along with him, following Yoochun as he looked around with a wide grin on his face. Changmin looked around with a much less eager smile, trying not to stare. The dance floor was packed with tons of sweaty, dancing, drinking men...

Yoochun then pulled Changmin close and shouted over the music. "Now the best way to get over this fear is to get some juice in your system!" And by juice he meant alcohol. He ordered some for him and Changmin.

"Oh ho, we're going to get our little Minnie drunk!" Junsu exclaimed, gesturing at the bartender for his attention. Once he did, he winked at the tall man, who grinned and nodded. Clearly, this was a place he frequented. Changmin watched nervously as the bartender poured various alcohols into the drinks he was preparing. It wasn't that Changmin never drank. He just... Never really...

Once the bartender slid them their drinks Yoochun swirled his about watching for Changmin's reaction. He knew how strong the concoction was. "Drink up, son."

Changmin looked at it hesitantly. "I have work tomorrow, so maybe.."

"Drink it," Junsu demanded, taking a large sip of his own, "Mm... one drink isn't going to do anything except loosen you u-" His attention drifted to a handsome man who clearly had his eyes on the three of them. "Oh man, that guy is hot." He drained his drink quickly, before setting down the glass with a clink. "I'll be right back."

Before Junsu even excused himself Yoochun already knew what was on his mind. An annoyed sigh at first left him and he just took an extra long sip of his drink. "He always does that." He muttered more to himself than Changmin.

Changmin looked between Junsu and Yoochun, and watched as Junsu strolled up to the random man, saying something with a flirty grin that made the other laugh loudly. "I don't get it..." Changmin said, looking sympathetically at Yoochun, "Why he does that in front of you..."

He let the glass loosely hang from his fingers up to his eye level, absently staring at the contents. "It's alright. I know he'll eventually come to me."

Changmin was quiet for a moment. "But if you just told him... How you feel, wouldn't that..." Junsu had dragged the random man out to the dance floor and was grinding up against him.

Yoochun turned his disheartened gaze to Changmin only briefly glancing at the floor between he heaps of the people to spot Junsu. Another exhale left him. "No he needs to come on his own without any prompting. I'm sure if I told him he'd run away."

Changmin sighed. He wished there was something he could do to help the other two, but... Yoochun was probably right. He looked away when Junsu kissed the man and drank his drink as quickly as he could.

"What about you Changmin?" Yoochun turned the tables from his situation to his friend's. "That guy you mentioned earlier. You gonna tell him how you feel?"

Changmin blinked. He knew, at least, that Yoochun wouldn't tease him badly without Junsu around. "Nope. But it's completely different."

"Oh right because he's your boss and he's supposedly straight." Yoochun scoffed and smirked at his statement. "I'm going to give you some advice. When you get the courage, go to work, ask to speak to him privately. If he's your boss he's usually busy right and will have to schedule you in for later. But.. if he has any interest he'll see you right away."

That was all well and good, but Yunho wasn‘t just... "You don't even know hyung."

Yoochun laughed. “Changmin, you‘re scared shitless, aren‘t you?” He didn’t blame the kid as he was just entering the work world and discovering what it meant to like someone.

Changmin nodded a tiny bit, gripping the edge of the bar tightly. "Hyung... It's... Yunho-shii... ..he's not just the head of my department."

Yoochun paused mid sip and lifted an eyebrow inquisitively. “Then what is he?” His attention was sparked.

"Uh..." Changmin swallowed hard. "It's not a big deal, so don't freak out... But... he's theownerofthewholecompany."

Yoochun nearly dropped his drink as his eyes grew at least two times wider. “Oh, that is a problem. But he‘s actually… hot?”

Changmin nodded. "He's..." Were there even words? "He's beyond..."

Now he didn’t know how to bring motivation to his friend but he could still give encouragement. “It seems there‘s something in you that wants more. So, I guess time will tell, yeah?”

Changmin nodded hesitantly. "Thanks." Junsu finally returned, grinning ear to ear with his clothes all disheveled, holding up his hand to show the phone number he'd gotten.

Yoochun rolled his eyes and shook his head as he knew Junsu wouldn’t even call the guy. He’d forget about that man as soon as another one crossed his path. “You don‘t even know his name,” Yoochun pointed out automatically.

"He told me it," Junsu shrugged. "If he really cared about that, he'd have written it on my hand." He sat down at the bar, ordering another round of drinks.

Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s hand and squinted at the numbers which would probably rub off anyway. “Whatever,” he shrugged and released his hand. He finally grabbed the drink in front of him and swallowed it in one large gulp.

Junsu took a large swig of his new drink." Have you been taking good care of our baby?" Changmin looked down to his new drink that looked even larger and more alcoholic than the last one. "Drink it, Minmin. Ooh, we could do shots. Want to, Chun?"

Yoochun let his eyes follow along Junsu's form up to the other one's excited expression. "Nah, I'm gonna pass tonight Su." But to appease the other from frowning he extended his hand to pat the other on the head. "Changmin will though," he then pointed to Changmin with his thumb.

"Changmin will what?" Changmin exclaimed, looking at Yoochun in alarm, but Junsu cheered, waving the bartender over yet again. "Let's do this!"

To hide his wretched smirk, Yoochun placed his empty glass before his mouth, purposely glancing over to a small group of people a few spaces over from them. They couldn't help but look over at Junsu with his wild streak.

"I think maybe-" Changmin was cut off when Junsu shoved a full shot glass in his face.

"Congrats on your job!" Junsu exclaimed, taking his shot, and exhaling happily.

Changmin stared at the alcohol, then swallowed it quickly, making a face as he felt the hard liqueur burn all the way down.

Yoochun watched the two drink, thoughts running through his head, eyes darting to Junsu more than once. He was clearly thinking about something, but the other two were too occupied to notice.

"Wooo!" Junsu laughed excitedly, bouncing in his seat. "Another!"

"Another?" Changmin squeaked, eyes watering.

"Yoochun too~" Junsu cooed, wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s neck as the alcohol slowly worked into his system, "Drink with us, baby."

Yoochun started chuckling to himself at Changmin, but before his poor, low tolerant friend exploded from burning, he stepped in. Without hesitance, he picked up one of the shots, meeting Junsu's gaze. His stare was focused and intent upon the other before he quicky tilted his head back to down it easily. He shortly reveled in the hot sensation, and set the empty glass down, once again holding Junsu's stare. "Another."

Junsu’s eyes were caught by Yoochun’s burning gaze, and he couldn’t look away. His smile slowly grew as he reached forward and grabbed another full glass before throwing it back.

Changmin watched the two drink, relieved that his pushy friend was distracted, and pleased that Junsu was where he belonged for a change, by Yoochun.

To meet Junsu's next shot, Yoochun moved in closer, the air between them barely enough for breathing. His hand blindly reached out for another shot set on the bar, and this time, he only lifted his chin a little to let the pure alcohol run down his throat. The darkness of his eyes were smoldering now as even the heat in him pleasantly enveloped his senses. Right now only Junsu was on his mind, and Junsu was feeling very much the same way about Yoochun. His eyes roamed down the older man’s body as he grabbed another shot, swallowing it quickly, and his smile started getting goofier as the room started to spin.

There were only two more shots left. Yoochun finally broke his fixation on Junsu and glanced at the two small glasses. His eyes glimpsed at Junsu, sending him a look suggesting 'same time'.

Junsu laughed, grabbing one of the shots, and held it high into the air. "Ready?"

The glint Yoochun’s eyes showed that he was more than ready, and he picked up the other shot. He looped his arm around the other's, the glass inches from his mouth and he gave Junsu a nod. "Ready." He then tipped his head back and let the burn just flow down his throat, just as Junsu copied his action.

"Ah!" Junsu exclaimed, setting down the glass, as he leaned as close to Yoochun as he could, making sure that their thighs were pressed against one another.

When Yoochun set his glass down, he used the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth. He gave Junsu one more lingering look before informing Changmin. "I say it's time to leave. It's getting late.. and you have to work early." Reaching within his pocket, not even bothering to pass on the bill to Changmin, he took out some bills and laid them on the counter.

"Already?" Junsu whined, leaning on Yoochun's arm. Even though his mind was hazy, he knew that he’d come here for a reason… hot guy’s phone numbers. He glanced at his hand and frowned, noticing that he’d only gotten one, and it was badly smudged.

Min immediately bounded to his feet. “Yes, we should.”

"Yeah.. We really should.." Yoochun repeated, but his voice lowered and he as he put the emphasis on really, he delivered a wink full of promises to Junsu, making the other‘s eyes widen in surprise. He took one of Junsu's hands, and began to lead him through the melding of bodies. Junsu followed the other man easily, drunken mind full of indecent thoughts.

Changmin followed the other two carefully, relieved to be leaving. He tried not to think about how odd the other two were acting, but he was more than a little bit curious. After all this time, could they finally be getting together?

The taxi finally pulled to a stop in front of the set of apartment buildings Changmin lived. All three were squished in the back seat. Yoochun had his arm snaked securely around Junsu's shoulders, the whole time he kept leaning in here and there to whisper to Junsu, his voice only a deep inaudible mumble to Changmin's ears.

Junsu kept giggling, sliding his hand up and down Yoochun's thigh. Changmin just tried to ignore the other two, feeling incredibly awkward. He was just glad that he'd escaped more or less unscathed.

Finally Yoochun noticed the cab had stopped, and he peered over his shoulder at Changmin. "Min-ah... work hard tomorrow. Make your parents proud." And by parents he was referring to him and the giggling alcohol influenced one. The hand that was wrapped around him rose to drag his thumb softly against Junsu's cheek as he turned back to him, a chuckle ensuing when he just barely let his mouth wander against his jaw.

Changmin nodded, pushing the door open and sliding out, just catching sight of Junsu sliding into Yoochun’s lap as he shut the door behind him. He shook his head, running up the stairs of his apartment. Those two were insane.

Bolero - Day 2 (Saturday)

2009-01-21T02:07:48Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 2 (Saturday)
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none really.
Genre: AU
Pairings: YehTeuk, HoMin, one-sided JaeHo

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

The next morning Yesung's alarm continuously buzzed until he grudgingly reached out to smack it off. Mornings were painful. He sighed and stayed curled up underneath his sheet, trying to soak up any heat he could.

Yesung's roomate, Kyuhyun, was already awake and was standing in the kitchen, bundled up in blankets, attempting to light the stove so that he could make something for breakfast. The headphones that were constantly attached to his head were on, and a hard bass line could be heard from across the room. There was already coffee brewing in the pot, sure to rouse Yesung sooner or later.

Despite his face being buried into his soft, limp pillow, the bold scent of roasted coffee drifted right into his room. He made one last withering groan before finally pushing his blanket away and dragging his heavy legs out from his low bed. Eyelids drooping more than his posture, he shuffled his bare feet along the trail of the invisible coffee smell. In the kitchen, he didn't bother making any noises of greeting, just pushed forward to the counter with the steaming pot that was dripping out its last bits of fresh coffee. A mug was already waiting there for him, compliments of Kyuhyun, and he lethargically poured it. His motions were lagging and slow as he lifted the mug up to his lips, drinking some. ...... ........ He blinked a few times and inhaled the aroma of his mug, a slight smile now reaching his lips. He looked over at Kyuhyun as he turned to lean against the counter. "Mornin', Kyu.."

Kyuhyun was, as usual, caught up in the music pounding into his ears, and didn't even notice Yesung's ritual scramble for coffee. When he finally did notice the other standing beside him, he turned down the sound on his mp3 player (pretty much his only possession, one that he'd rather go hungry than part with), and took off the headphones. "Morning," he said to Yesung, as he stirred the oatmeal on the stove. "Breakfast won‘t be... exciting. But it'll be warm?"

Yesung took another soul satisfying sip of the bitter liquid, lashes briefly wavering as he could feel the caffeine affect him. "Nn.. I like warm," he nodded in approval, thinking of the past nights where he wished their apartment had free heat. Or at least one mini heater. It was too expensive to even leave the oven on and warm up by that.

"You can come in my blanket and warm up," Kyuhyun offered, offhanded, as he stirred the pot of oatmeal. He was always inviting Yesung to snuggle with him, but he never made any moves on the other. He just seemed to like the warmth and comfort it provided. Yesung had often wondered about Kyuhyun's sexual orientation, but it appeared to him as it did to most people, that Kyuhyun's heart belonged to only one thing. Music.

Yesung scooted his feet across the cool tile floor and slipped in close to Kyuhyun, pulling back the blanket enough to allow himself in. He then wrapped it around his own shoulder and snugly guided an arm around the younger one's lower back. His cheek rested against the other's chest as he watched him stir the soupy hot cereal. Of course his mug was securely in his other hand and he sipped it again. "Nnn.. What'd you do yesterday?" He hadn’t seen his roommate at all except for in the morning.

Kyuhyun shivered when Yesung's cold body pressed against his own, but he didn't complain, knowing that it would warm up soon. "I worked the morning shift at the restaurant... and then I went out singing on some street corners for a while..." Kyuhyun hated his job at a nearby restaurant, but at least it paid the rent for their crappy apartment, and occasionally the restaurant owner would let him perform.

Yesung frowned slightly, thinking about how Kyuhyun was the one with the more stable job to pay the bills. He just had a part-time one on weekends doing side tasks for this guy he knew. They could range from cleaning someone's house to walking dogs. "Kyuhyun-ah, one of these days an agent will be walking along and they'll hear your voice. And you'll get signed and buy us a mansion," he chuckled at that and a few more seconds passed before he spoke up.. "I painted someone yesterday."

"That's the plan," Kyuhyun replied, sounding much more confident than he felt, and he pulled the other closer, enjoying the warmth and the comforting arms around him. "You did? How did it come out?"

"Ehehe.." a flustered, still kind of raspy from just waking up laugh emitted from him. "Perfect. Well, not as perfect as the person, but.. definitely one of my favorites." He then raised his gaze up to look at Kyuhyun, and a defeated smile was already on his mouth. "But he's taken. He has to be." Now his talk of the painting was becoming one of the radiant man.

So this wasn't about the painting at all. "Yesung..." Kyuhyun said, with a soft frown, "Where did you meet him? Did you talk to him?"

Yesung crunched up his nose in shame and shook his head. "The park. And then later I was walking home, and saw a nice car and tripped and the groceries fell out, and he helped me pick them up," he sighed, puffing out one of his cheeks and exhaling the air slowly. "He was sooo breathtaking," that was definitely his new favorite word. "And his smile was so cute. And his laugh was.. amusing. And… No. No way did I talk to him. Besides a thank you. And sorry." He grimaced again at how utterly pathetic that sounded.

"You randomly ran into him twice like that?" How… coincidental. Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he believed in fate or not, but if he had… "Well at least he was nice... ..." Kyuhyun had no idea what to say to make his hyung feel better. "...Can I see the painting?"

Yesung bit his lower lip as he grinned. "Yeah. While you pour us bowls, I'll get the painting." He unfolded himself from the blanket and Kyuhyun, a quick shiver waving through him from the unwelcoming cool air. After setting his mug on the counter, he scampered off to retrieve his painting, returning moments later with the second canvas of the man on the bench. He didn't show Kyuhyun yet, the actual depiction facing him instead for now.

While he was waiting, Kyuhyun prepared breakfast, pouring two big bowls of oatmeal and setting them on the table. He pulled the blanket tighter around himself, and looked at Yesung expectantly once he returned.

Yesung bounced on his toes as the curve to his lips raised. “Alright... try not to… blow your pants off." In a mini-countdown in his head, ignoring the laugh he’d received at what he’d said, once he reached zero he flipped the painting over for Kyuhyun to see all of its glory. The colors of his paint illustrating the surrounding trees and faint sky accompanied the figure on the bench that was holding a smile.

Kyuhyun's eyes drifted over the painting, widening slightly. It was, without a doubt, the best painting that his roommate had done. Kyuhyun was no expert, but it was obvious. There was so much… life in the painting. He looked at the smiling figure, and let out a breath. "Wow, hyung... that..."

Yesung nodded more vigorously than he would have twenty minutes ago without that extra zip of coffee. "Mhmm.. isn't it just... now picture this," he held the painting with one hand while his other pointed down from the top towards the figure. "...in real life." Yesung's eyebrows crinkled. He was infatuated beyond a doubt, with a man he would be lucky to even see in twenty years. And never having such a liking towards someone before, made it all the more overwhelming and new. In fact, Yesung didn't even know his sexuality. He was beginning to think it was a-sexual.

"And... you didn't run over and tackle him and demand his phone number because...?" Yesung was more excited and more animated about this random guy than Kyuhyun had seen him in ages. "By the way, eat your breakfast while it's hot." He sat down and started eating, still glancing occasionally at the picture.

Another regretful frown managed to invade his features as he leaned the painting against the wall on the floor. "Because I'm stupid. And thought rejection would be his reaction." He grabbed his coffee and plopped down onto the other side of their small table, where one leg had to rest on a worn book so it wouldn't be lopsided. He twirled his spoon in his oatmeal before beginning to eat.

"Yeah but at least you could have found out his name or something..." Kyuhyun dug into his cereal, eager to feel the warmth in his stomach.

Yesung spooned some more of the warm food into his mouth. "Well, I'm pretty sure I won't see him again." He checked his watch that he must have forgotten to take off the previous night. Today he had a side job--something like janitorial work at some fancy place. He lifted the bowl to his lips and began to spoon the rest into his mouth as he didn't want to be late, unsure of where this place was exactly.

Kyuhyun nodded, slowing down with his food, as he was beginning to warm up. "Work today?"

He nodded in the middle of scarfing down his food. When he finished, he hastily stood from the chair and hurried to the sink, rinsing his bowl and washing it out. "Alright, Kyu. Gonna go make some utility money." He rushed out of the kitchen, grabbing the painting to take back to his room. There he changed into whatever clothes, a simple pair of dark jeans, white tee, and a black and red striped sweater with a lower cut collar that he managed to snag at the second-hand store. Before he left completely though, he ran back into the kitchen and downed the last of his coffee. "See you tonight!" he waved with a bright smile and disappeared from their apartment.

Kyuhyun just nodded, silently wishing the other luck. He was hopeful for the other. After all, they'd already met twice, what's to say that they wouldn't run into each other again?

It was Saturday, and Changmin got up even earlier than he had the previous morning to get ready for work. The office was open on Saturday, apparently, but people only came in if they had work that needed to be done. Changmin wanted to do anything to improve his image after what had happened the previous night, so he was all too willing to go in. What was one Saturday if it meant keeping Changmin in a good light. He spent a ridiculous amount of time picking out his shirt and tie, and making sure that every hair on his head was in place. He was mortified at how he'd acted, how he'd spoken to the head of UKE. He was so ashamed that if it wasn't for the fact that his parents were so proud of his job, he'd have quit right then and there. He picked up his briefcase and headed for work, hoping to arrive extra early. All he could do was pray that he wouldn’t run into Yunho… ever.

He got to work almost half an hour early. He was, of course, hoping to avoid Yunho, which was the only reason he was looking for him... everywhere. He went up and settled things on his desk, then looked around, not sure what to do next.

Jaejoong solemnly flicked at the pencils in the cup upon his desk. He didn’t have any work to catch up on, but he’d come to the office as he always did, hoping for a chance to talk with Yunho. Last night was a disaster and he was scolding himself at how it only seemed to worsen his chance with Yunho. With a wistful sigh he looked up and his eyebrows instantly raised in curiosity at the newbie. Getting up from his chair he swooped over to the new employee. "Welcome welcome. My name is Kim Jaejoong. And who might you be?"

Changmin looked up at the man and scrambled to his feet to bow awkwardly. "My name is Shim Changmin. It's nice to meet you." Jaejoong simply smiled at the taller man, and glanced down to his bland nearly empty desk. “What's your job if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm not.. entirely sure..." he replied, embarrassed. "I believe... I'm the new programming assistant." At least he'd found out that much yesterday. Now, what that job entailed, he still wasn't sure.

A look of surprise crossed Jaejoong's face. "I didn't know they put in for one. But I guess it makes sense. Our program director has been having trouble doing so many things on his own. Good luck with that." Now he showed an expression of sympathy. The program director was quite an interesting fellow.

Changmin nodded, immediately becoming worried at the look the other was giving him, and Jaejoong softly laughed at how apprehensive the other appeared. But the boy was handsome (not as much as Yunho) so he might as well make him a friend. "Well if you need someone to show you around.."

"Really?" Changmin immediately responded, "I mean..." he laughed shyly.

Jaejoong nodded and briefly adjusted Changmin's knot on his tie. "So I'll just show you the important places." He began to walk away from the area of desks to a hallway with sepia walls and monochrome pictures. "Down here is the lounge area. There's always free snacks here and chilled drinks." They came to a pretty spacious room with plush chairs and couches, and a display of treats on a table.

Changmin nodded, following the other, and looked at the treats. The sight of that big basket of goodies made his mouth water, but he ignored it. He'd gotten into enough trouble already from his appetite. "Okay," he replied.

Next Jaejoong took him to the Room of Relaxation. It was a special place established for long days and times of stress where anyone could come for a massage or just a short nap. "Yunho-shii really likes to give his employees the best."

"I can... see that..." Changmin looked around, impressed, and tried not to react to Yunho's name being said.

After that Jaejoong had pointed to the bathrooms and finally, he paused in front of another hallway. "Now this is the most important room." Down the corridor with its purely black walls, was a lone dark door. "Yunho's office."

Changmin's eyes widened and he peered down the hall. "Jung Yunho shii..." he whispered, forgetting for a moment that he was being watched. He couldn’t decide if he was afraid that Yunho might come out and see him or… hopeful.

Jaejoong sent Changmin a suspicious stare before voicing, "Too bad he's straight right?" he laughed a little too bitterly, but kept his intent gaze upon Changmin.

"Too ba-" Changmin looked at the other person, slightly shocked. He wasn't expecting that at all. He wasn't surprised to hear that Yunho was straight, that was normal. And Changmin was...mostly... straight? Well to be honest, he'd been too busy with studying to really figure it out one way or the other. But it was irrelevant because he wasn't thinking of his boss like that at all. The real reasonhe was staring at Jaejoong in confusion, he told himself, was because he'd said 'too bad' meaning that Jaejoong did care. "Wh... what?"

Everyone in the office and their mom knew that Jaejoong had been trying to hook up with Yunho since he started working here. So why not the new boy, too? "Yes, I've tried. But even all this," he motioned to his form, "hasn't tempted him out of his hetero-ness. But that doesn't mean it won't eventually..." Jaejoong looked off to the side, an artful smirk aligning along those rosy lips of his. "Alright well that's the end of your mini tour." He headed off back to the main area.

"Oh..oh..." Changmin blinked, glancing up and down at the other, before he'd turned and walked off. Jaejoong was beautiful, inhumanly so... and if Yunho didn't want that... ...Of course, Changmin had no chance.

He stood there for a moment, letting that awful fact sink in, not questioning why it upset him so, and then he pulled himself together, and followed Jaejoong, ready to get to work.

Everything was on usual schedule for Yunho. Judging by the normal morning so far, it was going to be an average day. Oh, but even if anyone who looked at the head of UKE might think that everything was in order, within, his mind was a mess, full of recollections from the previous night and a certain someone.

Today he wasn't going to the office though. He had an important consultation at the location site of his first very own Bolero store. The store was planned to carry manufactured Bolero apparel that would be accessible for purchase along with the cosmetics especially designed for men. He was very excited that he was at this point--his and Eeteuk's hard work was paying off. Pulling up to the building in the main downtwon district, he stepped out of his midnight blue Lexus and headed into the waiting to be filled store.

Hearing the front door open, Lee Donghae jumped down from the ladder where he'd been helping paint a wall (he didn't see any point in sitting around while everyone else worked) and ran to the entrance. "Hyung!" He exclaimed, beaming at the other, oblivious to his own paint covered appearance, "You're here!" He was anxious to show his friend what they'd been working on since he'd last visited.

A series of laughs chuckled out from Yunho at being greeted in such a way. There were a few paint specks splattered on Donghae's face and hair as well, and he knew that he could not have chosen a better advisor of his first store. Now he took the time to gaze about, some walls already the light creamy blue while others were still waiting to be painted. "Nnn, glad to see you're working hard as usual."

Donghae nodded enthusiastically. "It's looking really good, right? Right? I'm so excited!" And it was true. Being entrusted to Yunho's first store meant the world to him, and there was no way he was going to let him down.

Yesung sighed and scrubbed once again at a stubborn spot. The bathrooms were already painted, but this one particular spot on the ceramic of the toilet had been marred with paint. It was coming off slowly with each stroke of the sponge, until finally, "Yes!" he wiped his temple in victory and grinned. Then he shuffled onto the sinks, taking out the glass cleaner and spraying the vast mirror. He didn't quite know what this place was. Some.. new store for some.. new clothes. All he knew was the clothes would be far too expensive for him to even try on.

Yunho reached out to pat Donghae on the head, as it was just too pleasing to see his excitement. "Yeah. So... show me around. What do you have done so far?" The floors were already installed with the light wood. They needed to be shined still, but he knew Donghae was on more than on top of things and by opening night, everything would be superb.

"Well," Donghae replied, ecstatic about Yunho's praise, "Obviously, we're almost done painting... and everything is being cleaned from top to bottom! And I'm sure you noticed the floors~" He danced more than walked through the store, giving Yunho the grand tour. "I don't think these dressing rooms were installed last time you were here, were they?"

Yunho shook his head, a constant smile plastered to his face. "They weren't. And these are great." They were large booths with multiple mirrors within each one. A heavy curtain adorned some, while others had wooden doors. "Wow..." he was already envisioning the store bustling with people, mainly males being ordered around by their girlfriends to try on different outfits.

"The day after tomorrow we're getting all of the shelves and clothing racks and all that..." Donghae paused, his finger to his lips, as he thought hard. "I think that's all that's happening in the next two days..."

Yunho raised an eyebrow at Donghae's moment in thought. "Well as long as everything's done by next Friday." That was the big, upcoming night marked on Yunho's calendar since last summer. He was nervous, he would admit, and hoped that everything ran smoothly that night and the response from the media would be good.

"Oh, of course!" Donghae responded immediately, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "We'll be ready plenty in time for that!" He beamed widely, looking around the store.

Yesung wiped at a spot of mild debris, and his nose started to twitch. He paused in his rubbing actions and tried to lift a finger to prevent the threatening sneeze, but to no avail, he blew it. "ACHOO!"

Yunho's smile at Donghae faltered as he looked over towards the restrooms. "Bless you!" he yelled back for the poor soul who sneezed. …That reminded him. He wanted to make sure to see the bathrooms before he left.

Donghae laughed. "You're so nice, hyung!' He grabbed for Yunho's hand. "I haven't shown you everything yet!!"

Yesung ignored the insistent ache in his arm, and just switched to his left one, now wiping at the faucets and knobs. The only thought in his head was 'utilities... utilities'. Yet his guiding thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Yesung's shoulders lurched from being startled, and his eyes widened as he looked to see who it was.

"We had to do a lot of remodeling on the bathrooms," Donghae said, excitedly, dragging Yunho inside, (he‘d run out of other things to show his friend), "They were kind of... yucky." He swung the door open widely. "But now they're beauuuutiful!!"

At all the playful and energetic antics of Donghae's, Yunho's level of entertainment was just increasing by the second. In the midst of another laugh, his eyes landed on the cleaning person. They were wearing a navy blue one piece over their actual clothes, a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and a white bandanna tired securely on their head. Yunho smiled briefly, but his smile eventually faded as there was something oddly familiar about this person...

"What's wrong?" Donghae asked, seeing the other's smile fade and assuming the bathroom wasn‘t to his liking.

Yesung figured this would happen. Some rich guy comes in and sees him like this, probably horrified at the reality of the working world. He most likely didn't know such people existed who scrubbed toilets, sprayed down walls, swept and mopped up floors, wiped mirrors until your reflection was brighter than you... Yesung tried to nudge a smile out of himself before he went back to vigorously working.

Yunho shook his head to waver away Donghae's worries. "Nothing's wrong." He stepped further into the bathroom, studying how clean and spotless it was. "It's amazing in here," he remarked, looking down to the stalls, his eyes flickering over to the cleaner. "You did a really nice job," he complimented to the worker, hoping they weren't intimidated or anything by him.

"Ooh," Donghae exclaimed, looking around, "It looks so… I can see my reflection in the toilet!" He completely ADDed, laughing.

A mere glance and a quiet thank you was all that came from Yesung as he continued on his diligent cleaning. That had to be the head person of this whole thing, he assumed, and that made him want to clean even harder.

An utterly unbusinessmanlike snort sounded from Yunho at Donghae's comment as it echoed throughout the acoustic bathroom. He looked at Yesung again, who seemed to be pointedly avoiding his gaze. He stepped up beside the other now, looking into the newly waxed mirrors. Of course he was doing this to stare into the reflection, hoping to figure out how he knew this person.
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"Oh!!" Donghae exclaimed, forgetting all about the shininess of the bathroom, "Where's Eeteuk-shii? I thought he was going to come too!"

"Ah, he said something else came up," Yunho answered Donghae's question, not knowing himself what Eeteuk was up to. Yesung had finally finished scrubbing down the sinks, and straightened up shortly to inhale and exhale from the wearisome task. And that's when everything looped together and Yunho's memory was sparked. "Ah-oh-!" his mouth formed a circle as he pointed at Yesung. "You're from last night. The car. The groceries..."

Yesung was about to breathe in again, when he found himself choking on air. He hit his chest and stared at the taller man, appearing dumbstruck and embarrassed. The only person he remembered from that was that beautiful man. But this guy..... was he the driver of the car??? Yesung immediately shook his head in denial though. "Uh… no... you must be mistaken... I wasn't out last night..."

Donghae stared back and forth between the two, confused. Had he missed something? "Hyung, you know the guy cleaning our bathroom?" He tilted his head to the side, and really looked at Yesung for the first time.

Yunho looked at Donghae and nodded, but then shook his head. "Well, I don't know him. But Eeteuk does. Kind of." Within, Yunho was pounding with anticipation at seeing what Eeteuk's reaction would be. And right at the moment, thoughts of keeping the guy's embarrassment level intact weren't in Yunho's head. "You met him at the park, didn't you? Or at least, he said he saw you."

What part of 'you must be mistaken' did he not understand? Yesung wanted to sink to the newly cloroxed floor and shrivel up. "Uhh... I don't know what you're talking about. But I'm done cleaning in here. What should I do next?" he turned to give Donghae an expectant look, hoping he would be shipped off to the part of the store that he wouldn't be questioned at. Or better yet, he could leave.

Donghae looked at Yesung blankly. He was so busy thinking about how Yunho knew this random bathroom cleaning guy, all thoughts of what he needed to do for the store had flown out of his head. "Uhhh..." he said slowly, "...Hyung will know!" He nudged Yunho towards the other.

Great. Just what Yesung needed. Yunho smiled at the other, and thought he might as well introduce himself. "I'm Jung Yunho, a friend of that guy you ran into." He held out his hand for a shake, but Yesung took one glance down to his rubber glove and retreated it. "Kim Jongoon," he informed the other, feeling like he was in the most ridiculous situation ever. What kind of cleaning person lands himself in this type of scenario?

"I'm Donghae!" Donghae interjected, even though both of them already knew him. He was just so excited.

Another small round of chuckles left Yunho at Donghae, and then he shifted his attention back to Yesung. Yunho really wanted to be a good friend of Eeteuk's and somehow acquire a way of contact with the other, but the stunned expression on his face was enough of a signal for him to completely back off. "Jongoon-shii.. thank you again for being such a big help. I'll have Donghae here-" he clapped Donghae's shoulder, "give you an invitation to the opening night."

Yesung's mind flashed in wonder for another second, and an unwelcome heat rose to his cheeks. It wasn't helping either that as he inhaled his nose was met with the sterile bleach scent. "Uh.. thank you Donghae-shii, and… Yunho-shii... thank you... but I think I'm done for today!" he rushed out that last part, and tucked down to retrieve the cleaning supplies. Before anyone could oppose and call him back, he scurried out of the room, only tripping briefly on the mop hanging from his arms.

Donghae watched him run off, his mouth agape. "He doesn't want to come to your party?"

Yunho looked back at the door swinging shut as well as he unknowingly sighed. "Well, give him an invitation along with his check," he suggested. It was the best he could do for now. "On the other hand," he sent Donghae another appreciative grin, "the place looks amazing."

Unfortunately Eeteuk had been called in last minute for a job so he couldn’t go see the store with Yunho. There was an important shoot with a nearing deadline, and the model hired hadn’t shown up, so Eeteuk stepped in.

As Yunho was leaving the store, he sent a text to Eeteuk. All it said was, ‘I saw him today.’

When Eeteuk finally got a quick break, he checked his phone, freezing when he saw the text. He immediately texted ‘who’ back, even though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. At least… one person’s face had popped into his head.

Yunho smiled, wishing he could see Eeteuk’s reaction, and typed a reply. ‘You know who. From last night. He looked very happy to hear about you.’ Now that was lie, but there was no harm in teasing.

Eeteuk stared at the phone until it beeped, then stared even more wide eyed. ‘You talked to him? Did you find out a name?’ He was dying to have a name to go with that face.

Now Yunho was quietly chuckling to himself. ‘Kim Jongoon.’ And then he added, ‘He knows your name too so you don‘t have to worry about introductions.’

“Jongoon…” Eeteuk breathed, sitting down in a random chair, not caring that his immaculately draped clothing might get wrinkled. ‘Did you find anything else out?’ he finally responded.

‘Sorry, nothing else.’ Yunho realized then that all they had was the name. Although… Donghae would have to see him again to give him his check.

At that moment, a loud voice echoed across the set that Eeteuk was at. “What do you mean someone else is here to replace me? Pfft! No one can replace me!”

Eeteuk looked up from his phone, hearing commotion, and quickly got up, eager for a distraction. He walked over to see none other than Kim Heechul waving his arms around and shouting at the director of the shoot.

Seeing a figure from the corner of his eye, Heechul turned his appalled stare over to Eeteuk and they widened impossibly more in disbelief. “You chose him???!?” He stalked right over to Eeteuk with ferocity raging in his eyes. “Yah! You‘re in my clothes. Get outta them.”

Eeteuk stared. He’d met Heechul at a few parties, seen him here and there, but really, he just knew about him because… he had a reputation. And everyone in their business talked. “They‘ve already started,” he replied calmly, “I‘m sorry, but if they had to start over from scratch with you, there‘s no way they‘d finish in time.”

Heechul rolled his eyes and looked at some staff member with a twisted smile pulling at his lips. He pointed at Eeteuk and laughed to the worker, “I didn‘t know this guy was so funny.” He turned his focus back on the other model and leaned in close, any sign of amusement gone. “You want the job you can have it, it‘s not that big anyway. But there‘s no way in hell you‘re taking anything else from me. Because then, we‘ll have ourselves a party on the cat walk!” As he said this last part he threw his arm in the air and waved it in a circular motion. He turned smoothly on his heel and began to head off, swerving his hips as he went. “Yah! Get me a water!” he snapped his fingers at some guy.

Eeteuk wasn’t sure how to react to that. He was way to polite to fall over laughing, not that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “Um… okay?”

Furious, Heechul stormed off, leaving Eeteuk to complete his job, which he did, doing his best to keep his mind on the task at hand and not think about… Jongoon. He could only hope that Yunho had more information about the other than he was letting on. Otherwise… how was Eeteuk going to find him?

Yesung took the public transportation back to the apartment. He didn't even bother taking off his bandanna since he was in such a hurry to get out of that place. Walking into the apartment, he turned on the front room light, watching it flicker for a few seconds before it buzzed dimly. He looked around wondering if Kyuhyun was home yet..

Kyuhyun had gone out singing for a while, but the weather was cold, not at all nice like it had been the previous day, so there hadn't been many people around to hear his voice. He'd returned home with some pocket change, enough at least to buy something for dinner. He was currently laying on his bed, eyes closed, with his headphones clamped over his ears, lost in his own little world.

First checking in the dark kitchen, Yesung moved on to the other's bedroom. He was about to knock but figured Kyuhyun was deeply lost in his music, so he pushed the door slowly open. For obvious reasons, Yesung never worried about walking in on Kyuhyun with some girl (or guy). In the room, the lights were off as well, and for a moment he had to squint hard at the bed, barely making out a figure.

"Kyuhyun?"

When the light from the hallway flooded Kyuhyun's room, he removed his headphones with a sigh and rolled over, squinting at the light. "Welcome home."

A small smile lifted along Yesung's lips as he approached Kyuhyun's bed and fell onto his stomach beside the other. It was only a twin so the space between them was limited. "Ah.. today at work," he already began to vent, "I almost melted from embarrassment." He pushed his face into part of Kyuhyun's pillow.

"Why?" Kyuhyun asked, shifting over to make room.

He sighed, but the sound was muffled. "I met some rich guy who knows the beautiful man." This was also slightly muffled, but audible. Yesung finally peeked to the side to stare up at Kyuhyun.

...."Seriously?" This was three times in the past two days that Yesung had made contact with this random person. How... unbelievable. "Did you find out anything about your 'beautiful man'"?

Yesung was so very thankful it was dark in the room, for right about now his round cheeks were tinted. "Well.." he tried to think of anything new he found out. "His name? I don't know his family name.. just.. Eeteuk.." He repeated that name in his head, matching it to the face of those soft, gentle, inviting features. "Eeteuk-sshi.." he said more quietly to himself.

"Eeteuk..." Kyuhyun echoed... "That's a weird name..." Weird, and vaguely familiar. "Did you get like... his phone number or anything?"

Yesung visibly crunched his nose and shook his head a bit. "I kinda.. hurried out of there...." Yesung pursed his lips together before quickly explaining himself. "Who's to say that guy is even interested! I mean, why would he be.. I'm just.." Never in his life did he feel so ashamed for living his lifestyle. He was always proud that he and Kyuhyun were able to make their monthly bills on time.

Kyuhyun sighed. He wanted Yesung to be happy, and at the moment, it was obvious that this "Eeteuk" was the best way for that to happen. He didn't really like to meddle, and usually kept to himself, minding his own business, but in this case... "It's worth trying though, right? I mean the worst thing that could happen is he turns you down. Isn't that better than not knowing?"

Yesung shook his head to that. "It's better just.. living my life. And he lives his." But as Yesung spoke these words, his mind was whacking him continuously as he knew that wasn't right at all. He was the type of person who usually went after things he desired. That's why he still painted so wholeheartedly, even though he could find a job that paid better. And right now, he knew in his heart that he desired something with Eeteuk--A chance to know him better without a doubt.

"I don't believe you," Kyuhyun murmured, knowing his friend all too well.

Yesung shifted on the small mattress so his back faced Kyuhyun. A defeated frown formed on his mouth. "I don't believe myself either..."

Bolero - Day 1 (Friday)

2009-01-21T02:04:39Z

Title: Bolero ~ Day 1 (Friday)
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: PG
Warning: none.
Genre: AU
Pairing: none.

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Wednesday (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (HoMin) | Thursday (KiHae) | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday Part 1 | Friday Part 2 | Friday (TaeJoong)

Sing for me.
Spread your wings and play the bolero.
Soar and find a place where your sadness will be healed.

Although it was in the middle of winter, today was rather warm and inviting, Yesung mused. The usual nipping winds were nonexistent and the sun's oddly bright rays were peeking through thin clouds, playing across the remnants of snow to create sparkles here and there. The man was perched on a bench in the park, scanning the area for something to paint. Nothing had specifically caught his attention yet, but he knew something would come soon.

A few blocks away, Eeteuk gathered up his portfolio and thanked all of the photographers, assistants, and of course, the director, before leaving his job, tired but happy. He'd spent the day shooting for the cover of a pretty popular magazine, which was far and away the best job he'd been hired for. It was a big deal.

He walked out of the office building and into the surprisingly warm sun. After a few minutes of walking, during which he'd stripped off his jacket, Eeteuk decided to go walking in the park. After all, it wasn't often that the weather would be so nice in the middle of winter.

Softly humming to himself, smiling vaguely to a passing couple, Yesung tapped the wooden end of his paint brush to the blank pad. He then raised the tip to his chin, dark eyes drifting along the path, and then up to the patches of trees. He could see a figure between the tree trunks, and he followed it's movement with his eyes. Soon though, the person he was offhandedly watching came fully into view not too far off in the distance, and Yesung let his brush drop from his fingers in mild shock.

The man paused, face turned up towards the sky, and ran his fingers through his dark brown, longish hair.

The way the splashes of sunlight were illuminating this.. stranger stirred a wave of excitement in the painter's lower abdomen. Quickly picking up his brush again, Yesung dipped the soft bristled tip into his easel of colors. The brush glided along his white thin canvas, eyes glancing quickly between the immaculately alluring man and his painted work.

Eeteuk stretched, then walked a little bit further to a park bench and sat down. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted, but he wasn't ready to go home just yet. He let his eyes wander over the park, content to enjoy the weather, and entertain himself by people watching a bit.

Yesung quickly set that canvas piece aside, and went to start a new one. Really, he figured he'd never see the person again so might as well capture as much of them as he could. He truly was, what was the word people used, breathtaking? Yet when he saw the person sit down, he looked down, not wanting to be caught staring intently. Chin tucked down, he had to steal glimpses of the other now as he began to paint on the new blank sheet. Suddenly out of nowhere though, a couple of kids shouting and throwing snowballs ran past him and ended up knocking him in the back of the head with one. He winced and rubbed his hair as the kids ran away screaming and laughing.

Eeteuk had just noticed someone across the way painting, and stopped to watch the man for a few minutes, hoping that either he was far enough away, or the other was too busy to notice. He was handsome, and he looked so excited about whatever he was painting-- but then some kids ran by with a snowball and hit the artist. Eeteuk stood up, slightly horrified. Kids these days!... And then he winced. Because having thoughts like that reminded him of how old he was. He sat back down with a frown.

With a low grumble, Yesung had glanced back at the unknown beauty hoping he hadn't noticed. At that point he wasn't sure if the other had spotted the incident, but he could only assume so as it would be hard not to. He looked over his painting--it was one with lots of white empty space, signifying more of a wintry setting. The focus of course was the other on the bench, warm light gracing down on him, surrounded by a few trees. It was simple, but to Yesung, far more intriguing than any of his paintings before. A grin spread along his mouth as he took the other one he painted and set them safely into his case. He should leave before the person became too suspicious of his antics. So he began to pack up his supplies, glancing occasionally over to the other.

The artist was packing up his things, so Eeteuk could only assume that he was annoyed by those kids. Too bad, he'd been interesting to watch... And then Eeteuk hesitated. He was really curious about what the other had been painting, but he didn't want to seem creepy, going up to a complete stranger. And in a random situation like this, he knew he’d probably be incredibly awkward.

Jung Yunho had just finished his lunch meeting, boring as usual, but it was necessary. He slid his phone out of his pocket, touching the screen and watching it light up. He then scrolled to recent contacts, searching for Eeteuk. When he found the name, he clicked on it and held the phone to his ear, listening to it ring as he stepped into the elevator of his office building.

A loud song rang out from Eeteuk's pocket, and he scrambled to answer the phone. It was Yunho. "Hello?" He said, opening the phone and holding it up to his ear.

Yesung spun around once to make sure he had everything, then began to walk away, but not before taking one more look towards his short-lived muse, noticing that he was now on the phone. Probably some hot girlfriend or mistress. He sighed defeated, unsure of what he was expecting; he knew this was going to be a one time encounter (if you could call it an actual encounter), and there was no way he would just approach the other because he was a poor, living on the deadbeat edge aspiring painter. Retreating away, he felt more downturn as he walked further and further away from the sole person who had ever been able to inspire him.

"Ah Jungsu. Are you free tonight?" Yunho watched as a woman entered the elevator beside him. He purposely focused on the floor numbers lighting up, as the woman fixated on him. He was used to this, especially since he was the CEO of this whole building. Most people didn't expect him to be so carefree about doing his business and roaming around his building, but he didn't want to seem like the cold unapproachable headman.

"I think so..." Eeteuk replied, attention still on the artist. "What's up?" He took a few steps towards the artist, then stopped, changing his mind yet again.

"There's this dinner party," as he said this, his voice unenthusiastic. "It's for Bolero." Bolero was his line of clothes for men, and even his male cosmetic products including the #1 selling cologne. Just by his tone though, he knew Eeteuk would understand how he much wanted the other to join him, especially since it was for Bolero, which Eeteuk had practically had more input on.

... Eeteuk blinked and looked at the phone, realizing that he hadn’t really been listening, and cleared his throat, pressing it to his ear once more. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Yunho furrowed his eyebrow slightly at Teuk's distracction. "I said there's a party tonight for Bolero."

"Oh!" Eeteuk replied, tearing his gaze away from the artist. "I'm sorry. Sounds good. What time are you picking me up? ...What should I wear?" He laughed his dorky Eeteuk laugh, and it echoed across the park.

Yesung heard the high laughter ring across the park and he looked around, curiously wondering who would have such a laugh. When he realized that it was the mysterious angel from before, a smile played upon his lips. Who would have thought such a laugh would come from someone like that.

Yunho chuckled at Teuk's laugh. "Be ready by seven and wear something sexy." The woman in the elevator with him gasped and blushed just as Eeteuk responded with, “I can do that.” He sounded excited, and Yunho wasn’t surprised. For some reason Eeteuk always loved these parties. “I‘ll see you then.”

After hanging up with his friend, Eeteuk stood up, stretched, and picked up his portfolio, then headed for home. He needed to make himself presentable before Yunho picked him up.

The contented look on Eeteuk's face made Yesung sigh. Man, he figured the girlfriend of that guy must be amazing to make him look like that pleased. Trudging off completely, he knew what pictures he'd be staring at that night.

Shim Changmin stared up at the huge corporate building in front of him, clutching his briefcase tightly to his chest. He took a deep breath and let it out before walking nervously into the building in front of him. He looked around, smoothing out his brand new suit, and wondered where he should go.

Hanging up with a sigh, not looking forward to the party at all, Yunho winked at the girl who’d been watching him before leaving the elevator, his walk suave and smooth. Up ahead, he spotted a young man he had never seen before. The boy was handsome and tall, and more due to curiosity than anything else, Yunho approached him. "Can I help you?"

Changmin looked up as a handsome man in an expensive looking suit approached him, and he nodded, bowing a little bit. “I just got hired here… I‘m supposed to start work today, but I’m not sure where I should go.” He clutched his briefcase tightly, and looked at the other, hoping that he didn’t sound too stupid.

Yunho smiled comfortingly at the tall man, immediately noticing that he was nervous, and Changmin smiled back shyly.

"Well I might be able to help," Yunho responded, "Do you know what department hired you?" By this he was referring to which department or floor."

“I know it's the top floor… I‘m not sure exactly what I was hired to do, so I don‘t know… who to talk to… or ask for…”

Yunho nodded, making a note to himself to speak to the person in charge of hiring. Making them show up here so ill-prepared was rediculous. He thought about it for a moment, then remembered that he had indeed set in a request for a new programming assistant. "I can take you to where you need to go. Follow me." He began to walk off back towards the elevators.

He stepped inside the elevator, the walls within all glass, with the younger man following close behind. His own tall form stood there after he pressed the button for the very top 30th floor. "Are you nervous about working here?"

"A little bit," Changmin responded, looking around at the mirrors reflecting himself standing by the stranger. He shifted nervously. He looked so out of place. "Oh, I’m sorry," he said suddenly, finally remembering his manners, "My name is Shim Changmin." He bowed again before continuing. "Thank you so much for your help."

Yunho smiled a little bit wider. "I'm Jung Yunho. And really don't be nervous. I'm sure you'll do fine." He hoped that in saying his name Changmin wouldn't recognize him as the head of the company. He knew that would make the other even more nervous, and he didn't want that.

Changmin paused. Jung Yunho… why did that name sound so familiar?

Yunho cleared his throat, hoping to change the subject. He looked over at the other, eyes scanning his well dressed body. Yunho was straight as far as he knew, but this man was tempting him in ways he'd never thought possible.

The younger man still couldn’t remember why the name was so familiar so he dismissed it, choosing to keep his eyes on the floor number as they slowly reached their destination.

The elevator finally got to the top and Yunho led the way out. He knew right where the desk was for the new employee. It was the top floor, so it was top notch. He showed the desk to the Changmin, who continued to thank him excessively for his help, and briefly explained that Changmin could personalize the area and make it home. Really, he was just trying to stall to observe the other more.

Changmin nodded, listening, but he was little confused. "What do you do here if you don’t mind my asking?"

Yunho paused in his blabbering and was silent for a moment as he thought. "Oh, I just do small things here and there. Whatever needs to get done." He waved it off and abruptly took a step closer to the other as he changed the subject. "You have your key card, right?"

Nodding again, Changmin fumbled in his pocket before pulling out his key. It was more than first day jitters making him so nervous and awkward around Jung Yunho. But Changmin didn't know this. Yet.

His cat like eyes glanced to the card and he reached up, gently taking it from the other's fingers. He glanced between the photo on it and Changmin himself. "Hmm, you look good in this picture. Just like in person." It wasn't normal for Yunho to be so forward, but the words just came out, and when he saw the look on Changmin's face, he realised it might be bad to scare the other off on his first day of work.

Yunho handed back the card before stepping back, and nodded. "Alright, well, good luck. I hope to see you around, Changmin-shii." He stood there awkardly for a moment, before leaving. He could talk to Changmin more later. For now, he had a party to get ready for.

After talking to Yunho, Eeteuk had returned home and jumped into the shower before diving into his huge closet to try and find something sexy to wear. He was having a very difficult time choosing, so finally, he decided to turn to his friend for assistance.

Yunho, however, already had his dark brown slacks, white collared shirt, and light brown vest picked out, but the upcoming party was the last thing on his mind anyway. At the moment he was searching through the company archive for Changmin.

When Eeteuk called, Yunho was just opening Changmin's file, glancing over his birth date (just a bit younger than him), school he graduated from (very good one), and once again looking over the filed picture that was the same as his ID. But he felt like he was peeking into something he shouldn't, even if he was allowed complete access and the right to look over his employees. So when his phone suddenly began blare and ring, he practically jumped two feet in the air in his chair. He quickly answered, a little breathless. "Hello???"

"Can you come early?" Eeteuk said the moment Yunho answered the phone. He'd rolled onto his back and was staring up at his ceiling.

This was normal actually. "I was planning on it." Yunho laughed briefly into the phone. "Be there in twenty?"

"You can pick something for me to wear," Eeteuk laughed, "Like usual." He had way too many choices.

Yunho smiled. "Fine fine." It was easier for him to pick because he was less biased towards the clothes and wasn't overwhelmed by the amount because he didn't own them. "See you soon, Teuk." He pulled the phone away from him, still slightly grinning, and glanced back up to his computer screen. "Shim Changmin..." he shook his head and turned the monitor off to leave for the ‘Model in Distress‘.

Eeteuk laid there for a few moments, then rolled off of the bed and pulled his hair up in a ponytail, before going into the kitchen to get a glass of water while he waited for his friend to arrive.

Yunho arrived a bit later, and already had the key and password to access the building Eeteuk lived in. He also had a key to get into the other’s apartment, but he saved that for emergencies. For now, he merely rang the little bell, standing outside his friend's door in the empty hallway.

The door opened a moment later and Eeteuk stood there, smiling at his friend. "Come on in."

Yunho stepped inside, shaking his head, "Alright, let's get you into some clothes." He noticed the little fluffy tail Eeteuk had on the back of his head and playfully reached out to flick it.

Eeteuk ducked, grinning wide enough to let the other man see his dimple, and swatted his hand away. "I just fixed it, don't mess it up." He led Yunho to the closet attached to his bedroom, and opened the doors, smiling even more widely at the giant room (it was really too big to be called a closet), and his clothes spread out, organized by type, color, and season.

Yunho glanced over Eeteuk briefly, and then the massive abundance of clothes. "At least there's selection," he pointed out the good side. He walked along one wall, caressing his chin in thought. Finally he stopped in front of the black section of tops, pulling down a soft, He turned to Eeteuk, holding up the shirt in place of the other's current top, and tilted his head.

"I like this shirt." Eeteuk nodded, glancing down at himself. "Find me some pants, I'll put it on." He tugged off his shirt before pulling the new one on.

Yunho nodded and went to the other side of the room. His eyes landed on the dark red colors and he immediately picked out a pair of slim burgundy pants with an attached set of buckles that worked in place of a belt. "Try this." He walked over to Eeteuk (because yes, there was that much walking space in the 'closet') and held the pair out.

"When you said sexy, you weren't joking." Eeteuk giggled, taking the pants. Used to changing his clothes in front of people, due to his job, and knowing that Yunho was straight, he dropped his pants and pulled on the new pair without thinking about it.

Yunho was straight, as far as he knew (and disregarding his strange reaction to Changmin), and although he watched Eeteuk change, it wasn't for sexual reasons. "Hmm.." his gaze started from the top and lingered downwards and finally back up again. "I think we've found a winner~ I like it." He gave a thumbs up and wide smile, showing one his private 'cute' moments.

Eeteuk grinned at the other, spinning around once, then went to add a few accessories to his outfit. "Thank you for your assistance." It was so much easier to have someone else pick his outfit. He paused, checking his reflection in the mirror.

"Don't worry. You look beyond sexy." Yunho assured, chuckling as he glanced at his watch. They weren't late so that was good. The party tonight was a preview party for the new upcoming line releasing in spring, and a lot of possible clients were going to be attending. "Ready?"

Eeteuk nodded, smiling at the other, and looped their arms together. "Let's go." He was really looking forward to having a little fun for a change. He loved his job, but it could get really stressful, and he didn’t have time to do much.

A little while later, they were in Yunho's obsidian black Lamborghini, and he glanced over to Eeteuk sitting in the leather passenger seat. "Anything worth mentioning happen to you today?" he asked, making conversation. The smoothness of the car made it easy for him to maneuver along the streets.

"Not really..." Eeteuk replied, leaning back in the seat. He loved Yunho's car. "I worked... went to the park for a while. The weather was amazing today, wasn't it?" He grinned. "Did anything exciting happen to you?"

Yunho shrugged. "Nah. Just met the new programming assistant." The indifference in his voice played no particular favoritism towards that encounter. He barely met the guy and wasn't even sure himself where it would lead to, so why make it such a big deal now? Soon up ahead, the traffic was becoming thicker, and spotlights and crowds of people could be seen. Police were everywhere guiding the cars along. Yunho pulled up to one of the cops, rolling down his black tinted window. "Can you tell security I'm here?" The officer immediately nodded and spoke into his walkie talkie.

Eeteuk nodded. "Well... we'll make up for our uneventful days tonight, won't we?" He laughed, wiggling around in his seat a bit, anxious to be there.

The Lamborghini pulled up to the main red carpet, and both of their doors were opened for them. Yunho stepped out, meeting multiple flashes of cameras and a hum of blended voices all seeking to ask him questions. He kept his cool and aloof demeanor for the cameras, going to Eeteuk's side to walk along the carpet path.

Eeteuk walked smoothly beside Yunho, smiling softly as the cameras flashed on either side of them. He loved this life, being in the spotlight. "Well aren't you lucky that you have someone like me to show off at parties like this?" He murmured, leaning in close to Yunho.

"And that's exactly why you're dressed that way," Yunho softly chuckled, just barely grabbing at Eeteuk's side. Not surprisingly, several months ago a scandal flared up on Yunho and Eeteuk having a secret romantic relationship, but that was settled with good money. Once they’d finally journeyed through the red carpet mayhem, they found themselves in a whole other type of mayhem inside the main venue. The electronica music blasted and attractive people everywhere mingled.

Eeteuk laughed, nudging Yunho as they walked into the party. "Ooh, nice," he said, his eyes lighting up as he looked around appreciatively.

Yunho just nodded. He didn’t enjoy these parties at all, but at least Eeteuk’s presence made it more bearable. Everyone in the company was invited to these sorts of things, so Yunho recognized a few faces here and there from the office. One particular person approached him as soon as he walked through the door.

"Yunho-sshi, you look as wonderful tonight as usual. And Eeteuk-sshi, nice to see you too." Kim Jaejoong walked up to the two, a soft smile adorning his effeminately masculine features. His now black hair (he often changed its colors) was swept above his eyes, and he was dressed immaculately.

"Hello, Jaejoongshii, it's nice to see you also." Eeteuk smiled, glancing up and down the attractive man in front of him. "You look nice. I like your hair like that."

"Thank you." Jaejoong smiled shortly at Eeteuk but kept his main attention on Yunho. No one knew how many times Jaejoong tried to get the CEO to notice him. He knew the man was straight, but how could anyone resist him. "Yunho-sshi.. you should try some of the champagne.. it's very good." His hand brushed against Yunho's elbow as he smiled up at him.

Yunho just nodded to the comment. "I know. I personally selected them." Oh, Yunho wasn't oblivious to Jaejoong's flirtations, he just pretended he was. Sure if he wanted to date a woman he could easily hook up with Jaejoong, but Yunho in general tried to avoid dating all together because it brought complications with the press and company matters. "Well, I hope you enjoy the party," he nodded again to Jaejoong and sent Eeteuk a look before beginning to walk off.

"So Jaejoong-shii..." Eeteuk said, stepping smoothly between the annoyed looking man and Yunho's retreating back, and the other, setting his hand lightly on his arm, "How have things been?" He knew how Yunho felt about Jaejoong, and he was more than happy to try and distract Jaejoong to give Yunho a chance to escape.

His set of flushed lips frowned briefly, but Jaejoong continued on in a soft voice, and replied to Eeteuk, “Work is busy this season with the old year ending.” Jaejoong worked as an event scheduler on the top floor for Yunho (who, by the way, had escaped over to the long banquet table with snacks. He picked up a cracker and popped it into his mouth, chewing happily, thinking about how he‘d have to thank Eeteuk later.)

Eeteuk nodded. “Work is very busy for me too, everyone calling me for jobs and things.” He smiled widely, wondering how long he‘d be able to keep Jaejoong distracted from his ;prey‘.

Jaejoong glanced about wondering where Yunho went. He’d even went so far as to wear his low cut nearly see-through shirt, and he didn‘t want to waste it talking to Yunho‘s friend. “Eeteuk-shii, are you dating anyone?” He asked to spice the conversation up a bit and to make certain he wasn’t with Yunho like that scandal said a while back.

Eeteuk shook his head, knowing full well where Jaejoong’s thoughts were. “I‘m not. I think I‘m too picky.” He really did have incredibly high standards, that even he himself found ridiculous sometimes.

“What, is Yunho not good en-” but Jaejoong cut himself off, realizing he had revealed his thoughts. “Sorry…” he looked ashamed.

“It‘s okay,” Eeteuk replied, not surprised, “And Yunho‘s amazing. But he and I do not have that kind of relationship.”

Jaejoong nodded and smiled slightly, feeling hope still that there was a chance with Yunho. “Alright well thanks Eeteuk.” Then he bowed and left.

Yunho next tried the cheese as he glanced about the party, and nodded at Eeteuk when he saw him approaching, glad that the other had been able to escape unscathed.

“Well I got him to go away,” Eeteuk said, reaching his friends side, “but I may have given him hope… I told him that you and I would never be more than friends.”

Yunho ended up chuckling and sighing. “It‘s alright. It‘s my own fault for not turning him down directly.”

“Well since we‘ve both told him you‘re straight, you shouldn‘t have to,” Eeteuk pointed out, choosing a few non-fattening things to snack on.

“Very true,” Yunho agreed. A random old man came up to them complimenting Eeteuk’s attire and then offered them both champagne.

Eeteuk took a glass, wanting to be polite, while Yunho declined. The former took a tiny sip, more for appearance sake than anything else, and looked around the room. “This party is really fabulous, Yunho-yah.”

Yunho felt they were all the same which is pretty much why he needed Eeteuk there --- To not die of boredom.

Another man had been watching them all night. He had his eyes on the famous model, having seen him in magazines before, and was entranced by his features in person.

“So,” Eeteuk said, “Is there anyone important here that you need me to… chat with?”

Yunho furrowed his brows as he was expecting a new high rolling client. “Actually, there is someone. His name is Choi Siwon.” He was probably some old guy, as they almost always were.

“Siwon,” Eeteuk echoed, looking around the room, “We should figure out who he is.”

The said man was languidly leaning against a marble pillar. A woman was at his side more for decoration than anything else. His dark eyes were set on Eeteuk with his thick eyebrows knit. Yunho nodded and took one last tart. “Well we can‘t do it from here. Come on.”

Eeteuk nodded and began to stroll around to random groups of people, introducing himself and making small talk.

Siwon watched closely as the better than perfect model slowly drifted around, chatting with various people. He was near now, several feet away from his own small crowd.

Someone pointed out Siwon and Eeteuk looked up and right at him, smiling widely with his dimple.

Seeing that radiance just emanate from the other caused a devilish smirk to twitch across Siwon’s young face. Yunho gently nudged Eeteuk in a playful manner towards the client.

Eeteuk glanced over his shoulder, mouthing ‘he‘s hot,’ before turning his attention back to the man who appeared to be smiling at him. He approached the other slowly. “Choi Siwon-shii?”

Siwon straitened up and stepped forward, gently taking Eeteuk’s slender hand within his own and lifted it up to his lips where he planted a small kiss. “And you‘re Eeteuk. Pleasure to meet you.” His brooding stare raked over Eeteuk’s figure, appreciating every line and slim curve. “You look very good tonight. But of course. You‘re a model correct?” He let the other’s hand drop from his own. Yunho stood back, merely trying not to laugh. He heard the man had a special interest in Eeteuk but didn’t know it was so high.

Eeteuk nodded, noticing the other’s intense gaze. “I am” He reached over when a waiter walked by and grabbed a glass of champagne, handing it to Siwon, still holding his own glass virtually untouched. “For you.”

The obviously rich man in his European handmade suit gladly took the glass from Eeteuk. He gracefully raised the rim to his mouth and took a sip. “Mm. Exquisite.” he remarked on the drink, although in his mind it was for Eeteuk.

Yunho decided to take this moment to jump in and introduce himself. He and Siwon shared a manly handshake, and then he stepped back, not wanting to interrupt.

“So,” Eeteuk said, taking a tiny sip of his drink, “Yunho tells me you‘re very… rich and powerful.”

Another amused smirk stretched along his mouth. “Yes. Very rich. Very powerful. And looking for a good investment.”

“Then you‘ve definitely come to the right place.” Eeteuk absolutely beamed at the other man, setting his free hand lightly on the other’s arm. “And doesn’t Yunho-yah know how to throw the best parties?”

The man’s eyes glanced to the soft touch an done corner of his mouth curved. “Why yes, he does. And the clothes, amazing. Do you help design them?” around the party were random models dressed in the upcoming line.

Eeteuk nodded, glancing around, a proud smile on his lips. This was nice. Usually the investors he had to flirt with were… for lack of a better word, yucky. And even though Siwon seemed… overly into Eeteuk, at least he wasn’t gross.

Yunho felt like he could just disappear. He knew by now Siwon would definitely invest in his company. Eeteuk had worked his magic once again.

“Do you like seafood, Eeteuk?” Siwon asked.

“Who doesn‘t?” Eeteuk replied with a happy smile. He loved that he was able to help Yunho out like this.

Changmin had been invited to the company party last minute, and he really didn't want to go, to be honest. It was so overwhelming, on his first day, and he was already stressed out. But he knew it would be a great place to make connections, so at the last minute, he got dressed up, all in black, and went, hoping that he wasn't so late that it was tacky.

Siwon slid his hand into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a single card between his forefinger and middle one. "Here's my card." Instead of holding it out for Eeteuk to take, Siwon stepped in and his hand lowered to the front pocket of the model's tight burgundy pants. He smoothly slid the thin item within. "We can do dinner together and discuss.. business."

Shivering a little bit as the other's fingers grazed his body, Eeteuk nodded. "I'll have to call you soon then." He licked his lips, casually sipping his champagne.

Yunho really felt like he could sink into the background and business would be good between the two. He never was good at these social parties, being more of the tall, quiet statue who flashed a smile here and there and talked boring talk. Most these businessmen or rich heirs around him were also so high on their pedestals he felt quite uncomfortable. His eyes scoped about, lazily drinking his champagne.

As Siwon stepped back, he followed that single gesture of Eeteuk's tongue with his eyes and the ridiculously rich man began to have many.. illicit ideas come to mind. He nodded, tipping his own glass to his lips and downing the rest of it. As a waiter walked by with a tray he simply set the empty glass on top of it, then turned back to Eeteuk. "Soon, of course."

"Soon," Eeteuk echoed, taking another tiny sip of his champagne.

Yunho was vaguely listening in, but it sounded like he wasn't even invited. How rude, but absolutely hilarious. He'd have to give Eeteuk a big thanks later.

Changmin wandered in, and he looked around nervously, but then his eyes lit up when he saw the amazing spread of food at the side of the giant room. His stomach rumbled a little bit, he'd been so nervous that morning that he hadn't been able to eat, and he approached it eagerly. Food was much less scary than socializing with lots of strangers. And yummier too.

Yunho didn't want to interrupt the interesting conversation, but finally he did. "Well it was nice finally meeting you Siwon-sshi." He smiled slightly and bowed his head. "Enjoy the rest of the party, but unfortunately I have to take Eeteuk away." He gently grabbed Eeteuk's arm and gave one last smile before swerving through the crowd.

Eeteuk waved at Siwon, then sighed in relief as he was dragged off. He'd been enjoying the other's company... to an extent. But not really. Because it was obvious that Siwon wanted to get into Eeteuk's pants. And as much as Eeteuk liked the attention, that wasn't going to happen. "Did I do good?" He asked, flashing a grin at Yunho. "Do I get a cookie?"

Yunho chuckled, and softly pinched at Eeteuk's cheek. "You get a cookie... if there are any at the dessert table," he joked, definitely having a bigger gift set in line for Eeteuk. But they could still take a quick stop at the snacks again. At the dessert table, there were three to five-tier cakes, platters of fudge, mini brownies, sweet rice pudding bowls, and cookies.

"I shouldn't..." Eeteuk said, looking over the food. It was very important that every week when he stepped on the scale, he was the same weight, or smaller. If he went to work and couldn't button his pants, he'd be in trouble. But still... one little cookie...

Changmin over filled a plate with a variety of delicious looking food. He was feeling much much better now.

Yunho laughed at Eeteuk's tempted but hesitant stare. "C'mon... you can just walk it off tonight." He himself grabbed one of those tasty looking fudge pieces. He went to grab a napkin though as sucking the chocolate off his fingers wouldn't look so good. As he reached out for a napkin, he noticed another person was at the snacks table too. But to be honest, the large plate stacked with every possible available snack was really what caught his eye. "Hungry? Or is it just that good?" he finally raised his gaze up to the owner, and felt everything in him halt and freeze.

Eeteuk finally gave up and reached for a particularly tempting looking cookie, and was about to take a bite when he noticed that Yunho was frozen, staring at a tall, handsome, long-legged... Eeteuk was tempted to stand there and stare himself, but he shook it off, more interested in seeing why his ’straight’ was reacting like that.

Changmin was about to go and find a private corner to devour his food when a familiar voice stopped him. He looked up, his eyes meeting Yunho's, and froze too. ...Oh god.

Thankfully, as he tried to breathe, the fudge piece within his mouth had made it more difficult for air to pass on through, which in turn knocked Yunho back into sense. He went back into motion and actually swallowed it, clearing his throat and glancing back between the plate and Changmin. He wasn't sure if he had to repeat himself... but he went and picked up another napkin. "Here. This might help. When.. umm.. eating it. Or you can use pants.. but.. those are nice pants," now his eyes glanced down to Changmin's pants, making it more awkward. "I mean- napkin. Yes." Eyes back up Yunho.…

"I... I just... I haven't eaten all day and I just thought that the food looked really good so I thought I should probably try a variety, and..." Changmin was babbling, and it was ridiculous. He sounded ridiculous, and he didn't need the amused look coming from the attractive man standing behind Yunho to tell him that.

Eeteuk stood there, cookie forgotten, and tried not to laugh and ruin the scene in front of him. When had Yunho ever acted this way around a man?

Yunho’s clear-headed thoughts were slowly coming back to him and soon he was able to speak coherently. "Well. Don't let me stop you." He nodded and reassured, "Eat up. It's good food. And if's not, well, I'll make it up to you and take you to one of my favorite restaurants." And just as he ended that sentence he realized it sounded like he was asking the other on a date. But really, he was just trying to be a good host!

Eeteuk seriously had to find something to distract himself. Yunho just practically asked the other man out! He didn't want to burst out laughing and ruin it. Truth was, he'd been concerned that Yunho hadn't had a decent relationship in... forever. And if it was a seriously gorgeous guy who might have seriously gorgeous friends, who could complain?

Changmin blushed. He blushed like a freaking girl, and there wasn‘t anything he could do, but just stand there. "I... thank you."

Yunho inwardly cringed. "Well, that's only if the food isn't up to your expectations," he clarified, because really, Yunho was straight (at least he was pretty sure he was) and not looking for a relationship of any sort anyway. "But, carry on." he took a step away, before- "Oh! The napkin. Here you go. Enjoy the night. I'll be.. around." He quickly stepped in to lay the napkin on part of the food and headed off to disappear and vanish into eternal darkness. He was so boggled he forgot about Eeteuk too.

Changmin was humiliated. Beyond belief. Wanted to curl up in a ball and die. He stood there, holding the napkin. Watching Yunho's retreating back. Just... stood there, looking like an idiot.

Eeteuk couldn't decide whether to talk to the handsome man, or follow Yunho and quite possibly make fun of him. He looked back and forth between the two. Finally, he turned to Changmin, who looked pretty traumatized, and smiled comfortingly. "Hi, my name's Eeteuk. It's nice to meet you." Changmin looked at him shyly, still trying to recover from the trauma, and sort of inched away, wanting to chuck the food before anyone else thought he was a fat pig.

Shifting closer, Eeteuk smiled even more, wanting to put the other man at ease. "Really, don't worry about it. There were people who were balancing like three plates. Actually, I've heard there are people who don't eat for days because they're coming to one of Yunho's parties. He really goes all out, and the food is to die for."

Changmin smiled a little bit, appreciating what the other was saying, but then he really thought about it. “One of Yunho‘s…. what?”

“Yunho is in charge of these parties,” Eeteuk replied, “Even though he is the head of the company, he‘s always done a lot of the work that he could pass on to other people.”

Changmin stared. “The… head… of… UKE?”

Eeteuk paused, quickly realizing why the other looked so confused. "Oh. ...I guess he didn't tell you that." Changmin‘s look of horror was making it very clear that he hadn‘t. "Um." Eeteuk continued, "Well... enjoy the party. I'll look for you later. I should find Yunho and make sure he's not getting attacked or anything..." And then he turned and fled before he could say anything else to get himself in trouble.

Yunho was out on the balcony, paying no mind to the slight shivers in his body from the chilled night air. With his hands firmly gripping the stone balcony, he leaned forward taking deep breaths, watching his breath float before him. He was confused on his thoughts on what happened back there. His mind kept flashing back to how good Changmin looked in those lean black pants, and that fitted-

An unwelcome voice entered his thoughts.

"Yunho-sshi? I wasn't expecting to see you out here, too…" Jaejoong sauntered out, a wide smile already taking form onto his lips. Yes, this was his chance. There was no Eeteuk in sight.

Yunho quickly looked behind him after jumping slightly from the sudden voice. He wished he could say it was only Jaejoong, but that was far from his mind. He cursed silently and turned back to face the night. "Yeah, just getting some fresh air."

Jaejoong walked up and stood beside the other. His body was close enough that their elbows brushed one another. "It's beautiful out here. Such a great scenery..." Although really, the only good scenery he was referring to was Yunho. His gaze wasn't even looking to the gardens below, but up to the taller man beside him. "Yunho-sshi.." Jaejoong turned more towards the other, his hand daring to venture up the smooth material of Yunho's white collared shirt.

"Yunho has a boyfriend~" Eeteuk sang, walking out onto the balcony, but he froze when he saw Jaejoong touching his friend. ...oops.

Yunho’s gaze had first drifted from the night sky, to the pale lingering hand on his arm, and finally it snapped behind to the familiar form in the open archways of the building. He quickly sidestepped away from Jaejoong, eyes wider than normal as if caught in the middle of an indecent act.. which it pretty much was..

Jaejoong delightedly smiled, hearing Eeteuk's short little verse, and once again closed the distance between himself and his crush.

Eeteuk had definitely been talking about Changmin. And seeing Jaejoong's smile, he knew he'd made a big mistake. "Oh listen to me, teasing my straight friend." he said, trying to salvage the situation, "all the champagne must have gone to my head."

Upon hearing this, Jaejoong's smile vanished right to a frown. How lovely of Eeteuk to remind him... "Well what brings you out here?" he turned, revealing an oddly too nice of a smile to Eeteuk. He wanted to add on a 'can't be away from Yunho for two minutes?', but kept that snide comment to himself. Jaejoong was just becoming more frustrated at his useless attempts.

"Oh did you bring me my champagne?" Yunho quickly asked, giving Eeteuk a valid reason. No matter what Eeteuk responded with, he had his means of escape. If yes he had his drink, Yunho would just walk over and thank him and go back to the party. If no, he'd just go and get the drink himself'.

“I‘m sorry,” Eeteuk replied, assuming that Yunho was looking for an excuse to escape, “I completely forgot.”

The two excused themselves, leaving Jaejoong looking more than a little pissed off, and escaped back into the crowded party. “So, when can we leave?” Eeteuk asked, having had enough of it all by this point.

Yunho looked around at the crowd that was still mingling loudly. The deal with Siwon was practically sealed, so... "Hmm.. well one's looking now."

“Great,” Eeteuk replied, setting his champagne glass somewhere. He and Yunho weaved through people towards the exit. Yunho absentmindedly gazed around, seeking one last glance of Changmin, but no luck.

Tonight Yesung had needed to buy groceries. But before he could go shop he had to search throughout his place, in all of his secret hiding spots to dig up some money. Then he zipped up his warmest jacket (he‘d already had it on because it was freezing in his tiny apartment) and walked off to the store to buy the cheapest groceries he could find. When he was finished with his shopping, Yesung idly walked home in the night, his single grocery bag swung casually at his side. He sang quietly thinking of that man in the park.

Yunho and Eeteuk came outside and the valet got the car. They slid inside and quickly drove off.

Eeteuk rolled down his window and let the wind rush through his hair, as Yunho drove along the lit city streets. "Well anyway, you should have a new investor…" He sighed. Normally he had more fun at these things.

Yesung came to a crosswalk and waited for the green light to come on. When it did he began to cross the street.

Yunho slowed to a stop as the light was red. Even though it was really late there was a guy out walking, passing in front of his car.

Eeteuk tensed up suddenly, eyes wide, and stared out the window. "Is that..."

Yunho gave Eeteuk a scrutinizing look at what had caused him to react like that, "You know that guy?" The guy was certainly dressed down, not looking like the normal type Eeteuk knew.

Yesung glanced at the car before pulling his beanie down further, noting that it was a very nice car, something that he'd never in his life be able to afford.

"I think he's someone I saw at the park today..." Eeteuk replied, more than a little surprised that he'd run into him again.

Too distracted by the sports car, Yesung tripped over a small crack and stumbled for a second. He recovered but in a hurry to get away, his feet tangled and this time he really fell down. He cursed and cursed again seeing some of his groceries roll out from the bag.

Eeteuk immediately leapt out of the car and raced to help the other man, not wanting him to get run over. He gathered up several groceries and put them back in the bag. "Here," he said.

Yunho stared in shock and amusement, watching the scene.

Yesung was too busy hoping none of the food was damaged. “Thank you so much, I‘m sorry, Thank you.” Finally he looked at his helper. When he saw that angelic face illuminated by the car beams, heat rushed to his cheeks. “…”

"You're welcome, I..." Eeteuk trailed off. The other was staring at him like he'd seen a ghost, and Eeteuk found it almost impossible to look away from those dark eyes.

Despite the cold, Yesung was really warm now. “Well, I should get home. Thank you again.” his voice sounded odd but he stood up quickly.

"You're welcome.." Eeteuk replied, blinking, and slowly returned to the car, where Yunho had quickly stopped his chuckling upon seeing the other returning.

Yesung this time didn’t trip as he scurried off. Of course that man went into an exceedingly nice car, and Yesung sighed, holding tightly to his groceries as he walked home.

The light was already green but Yunho waited. “What‘s his name?”

"I don't know..." Eeteuk responded absentmindedly, watching Yesung as he walked off.

“So you saw him in the park and then helped him with his stuff. When are you going to find out his name?” Yunho smiled as he began to drive off.

"I'm sure I'll never see him again.." Eeteuk really hoped that wouldn't be true.

“And I‘m sure you thought the same thing earlier,” Yunho retorted. It just felt good to be on this end of the situation this time. “Next time you should offer him a ride.”

"I wasn't going to invite some stranger into your car! I'm sure he was wondering who the heck I was."

"Well by the look on his face it definitely seemed like he was wondering who you were.." Yunho reached over in the car to pinch at Eeteuk's side, and in a teasing light voice, "Eeteuk has a boyfriend~"

boleroverse @ 2009-01-20T20:55:00

2009-01-21T01:58:29Z

Character Profiles

The cast of characters for the world of Bolero.
These bios are pre-Bolero. Obviously, through the course of the fanfiction, many important things have happened.

	Jung Yunho Yunho is a young CEO who inherited his late father's technological company. He changed the name of the firm to U-Know Enterprise (UKE) and expanded the company to even include a fashion line that Eeteuk helps him overlook. Surprisingly he's heterosexual and tends to avoid dating. Being the head of a very influential and powerful company, Yunho is actually humble and friendly.
	Park Jungsu (Eeteuk) Eeteuk is a pretty famous model, a fame that he attributes to working with Yunho's company, as well as a clothing designer. He is very kind, sweet, and giving, earning him the nicknames 'Umma' and 'Angel'. He grew up in a pretty normal family, and is very happy, cheerful, and easy going. He's gay and can come off as very flirty, but most of it is a mask, hiding his vulnerable heart. He has a ridiculous clothing collection.
	Shim Changmin Changmin was always a hardworking person, in school and in his life, wanting to be the best person he could be. He recently graduated from a prestigious college and was hired as UKE as the 'programming assistant'. Whatever that is. He recently graduated from a prestigious college and was hired at UKE. He is scared half to death about his new job, and is just hoping to do a great job and make his employers and his family proud.
	Kim Jongoon (Yesung) Yesung grew up in what he considered a normal household in the country until one day his father up and left, and his mother checked into a psychiatric ward after his own insistence. He graduated from a small community college with a degree in studio art, knowing he wanted to paint for the rest of his life when he saw the rising sun on a spring morning. Coming from the country, he was never rich and struggles day by day, week by week to just survive with his roommate. He never experienced love, except for his work, which he is currently trying to push out there more so hopefully one day he could have his own gallery.
	Kim Jaejoong Jaejoong works at UKE as an Events Schedulist, setting the bigger programs such as company parties or premieres onto the calendar. Being a part of a wealthy family, he's always loved expensive things. And to him, Yunho is not only an expensive thing, but handsome and smart. The reason why he applied to UKE was to be closer to Yunho.
	Choi Siwon Siwon is the son of a big-time corporation President. Being the next to inherit his father's company, he already has power over it's activities. He enjoys nightclubs and high-class restaurants, and follows the fashion scene closely. Or maybe he just follows a certain person in the fashion scene closely. Siwon's rich and used to getting what he wants.
	Cho Kyuhyun Kyuhyun has been Yesung's roomate and best friend for years. The two live together in a tiny, crappy apartment, mainly financed by Kyuhyun's part time job at a local restaurant. When he isn't working there, Kyuhyun takes to the streets, singing for anyone who will listen. Music is his passion, his life, and the only thing that his heart belongs to. His greatest dream is to one be discovered.
	Lee Donghae Donghae is one of Yunho's trusted friends. Not much is known of him at this point, besides the fact that Yunho has entrusted ownership of the first store to sell Bolero products to him. Donghae is hyper, enthusiastic, loving, and occasionally a little bit ADD.
	Kim Heechul Heechul is not a drama queen. He's a drama goddess. No matter where he is, who he's with, or what he's doing, things are his way or the highway. This way of life derived from an early age, where Heechul was always treated as Mama's favorite little boy. Now a high-fashion model who's on the top of the list, he definitely doesn't mind stepping on the little guys to rise even further.
	Kim Ryeowook Ryeowook is the mousy neighbor who lives down the hall from Yesung and Kyuhyun. Ever since that day he'd peeked out his door hearing boxes being moved and new voices, he'd developed a crush on the tall man who always listens to his music. He tends to show up at Yesung's and Kyuhyun's doorstep, asking to borrow different household items... but only as an excuse to see the man of his dreams.
	Kim Junsu Junsu has been best friends with Yoochun forever, and Changmin almost forever. He and Yoochun have more or less adopted Changmin, ever since they used to get the younger man to help them with their homework. They like to take it upon themselves to help Changmin get out once in a while and have fun. Junsu is sexually... enthusiastic, and will hit on, etc. pretty much any/every man he lays eyes on. He is seemingly oblivious to Yoochun's desire for him. (Job unknown at the moment :x)
	Park Yoochun Yoochun has been friends with Junsu since before middle school. He and Junsu met Changmin in high school, and became close friends with him since Changmin could help them with their math homework. Yoochun is practically dragged everywhere by Junsu, but doesn't complain. He only waits... waiting for the day that his best friend will recognize him for the man he is. (His job is unknown for now Dx;)
	Shin Donghee (Shindong) Shindong works as the Programming Director for Yunho on the top floor. He's the immediate boss of Changmin, but really, he much prefers to be known as Changmin's co-worker, his partner in crime. Shindong doesn't dislike his weight, he fully accepts it and enjoys the extra package and knows he can eat anything he wants without worry. He is one of the few people who knew Yunho since before he became CEO of the company, hence his light-hearted informalities with the young head.
	Han Geng (Hankyung) Hangeng is a famous photographer from China, who often visits Korea for inspiration. His Korean is limited, but he picks up more every visit. One such inspiration that he has taken a special liking to is the famous model, Heechul.
	Kim Youngwoon (Kangin) Kangin may be known as the ex-boyfriend to Eeteuk, but more appropriately, he considers himself a hard-working journalist. His relationship with Eeteuk ended just over a year ago, and he has been able to focus on striving forward in his career of reporting right on the field, and hopefully someday becoming an Emcee of his own show. Not much more is known of Kangin... yet.
	Kim Kibum Kibum is an accountant for UKE. He also appears to have a strange relationship with Donghae. He's quiet and keeps to himself.
	Lee Sungmin Sungmin is Ryeowook's roomate and an aspiring fashion designer. He is known to lock himself in his obnoxiously pink room at any moment when inspiration strikes, and come out hours later with a brand new outfit. He is very sweet, selfless, and excessively adorable, but with a sneaky side.
	Lee HyukJae (Eunhyuk) Will it be the bright pink boa or the sparkling golden shoes that will win your heart? Eunhyuk says it will be his heart warming, timeless smile. Specializing in trot and rap, he will bring entertainment wherever he goes.
	Kim Taegoon Taegoon works for an advertising agency where he is basically... the fetch-it guy. He's bottom of the totem pole, but he really doesn't care. He was sent on an errund one day to deliver a package to UKE where he met Kim Jaejoong and was immediately enamored.

Fanfiction Masterlist

2009-01-19T06:35:54Z

Bolero!Verse Fanfiction Masterlist
A masterlist of all fanfiction from this verse in chronological order.

★ Bolero (Main Fic)
by bitofajungle and sypherus_xiii
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
Sunday Night (YooSu) (NC-17)
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Wednesday Night (HoMin) (NC-17)
Thursday
Thursday (HoMin) (NC-17)
Thursday (KiHae) (NC-17)
Thursday (YooSu) (NC-17)
Friday Part 1
Friday Part 2
Friday (TaeJoong) (NC-17)
MV V.1 V.2

★ Distraction (soon after Bolero) (NC-17)
Yoochun x Junsu
by bitofajungle and sypherus_xiii

★ A love letter from Eeteuk to Yesung (a couple months after Bolero)
by bitofajungle

★ Yesung's responding love letter to Eeteuk (a couple months after Bolero)
by sypherus_xiii

★ I'm the Only One for YOu (about 6 months after Bolero)
Kyuhyun x Ryeowook
by bitofajungle