Scribbling on the wall---

Afraid

bffimagine — Mon, 29 Jun 2015 02:40:37 GMT

Title: Afraid
Author: Sabrina, bffimagine
Type: Oneshot
Rating: 14A
Pairing(s): OT5 bandfic
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: It was an ordinary day, the day that changed Taemin's concept of fear forever.
Warnings: Sensitive topics regarding terrorism, tragedy, coarse language
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and this is a work of fiction. None of the events in this fic are true.

"Shit, shit... Fuck, Jonghyun, open your eyes! Dammit, hyung, don't you dare do this to me. I will personally escort you to hell if you die on me, do you hear me?"

Jonghyun laughs weakly and his fingers close around Taemin's wrist. They're pale and trembling. He doesn't open his eyes.

"Don't worry about me, Taeminnie," he murmurs, then draws in a painful, shuddering breath. "I'll be just"--a cough--"fine."

Taemin grips the elder's hand over his own wrist and pretends he's not the only thing keeping it there as a smattering of red blooms at the corners of Jonghyun's smile and the other singer's fingers slacken.

They are going to die. Taemin bites his lip, trying not to throw up from the mixture of sheer panic and the fiery pain lancing up his leg from where it's wedged underneath a fallen piece of the ceiling. He purposefully avoids looking at the giant shard of glass running clear through Jonghyun's left side. He's probably only conscious because of the adrenaline coursing through him at a million miles per second.

They are going to die.

~~~

Jonghyun's earbuds were in and his music was just barely loud enough for Kibum to hear from beside him in the van, his head resting on the older man's shoulder as he dozed.

Minho's eyes were closed but Taemin could tell he wasn't quite asleep yet. Jinki was scrolling through something on his phone on Taemin's opposite side.

Their manager sat shotgun beside their driver, his chin resting in his palm and head tilted toward the window, snoring softly. It was so dark outside that all the lights just looked like blurs of fireworks in the frame of the window, millisecond snapshots that made Taemin feel both more tired and more restless.

It was a mundane moment, quiet, tranquil. So ordinary it almost felt like home embodied in a short stretch of time.

~~~

"Taem? Taemin-ah, can you hear me?"

Taemin blinks, trying to clear the fogginess at the edges of his vision.

"Wha--?"

Where is he? What happened?

Slowly, he becomes aware of a hand slapping lightly at his cheek. He reflexively shirks away from the touch.

"Ah, stop! What's going on?"

The hand stills on his face and another comes to cup his other cheek, cradling his chin between them. The hands are warm and he shivers.

Pain like he has never felt before rips up his leg from somewhere between his knee and his ankle but he can feel the twinge in his hip and lower back. He sees spots and wonders if he'll pass out but the voice starts calling his name again.

"Taeminnie! Stay with me!"

He focuses on breathing through his nose, nostrils flaring from the effort. His vision goes white for a second before slowly fading back into blotches of colour that gradually sharpen into shapes and figures.

In maybe seconds, maybe minutes, he can make out Jinki's features and a flood of relief and gratitude washes over him. The tears spring to his eyes before he's even processed what's going on.

"Oh God, Jinki-hyung, you're alive. You're okay," he half-sobs, half-laughs, hysterical with a thick mixture of agony and happiness.

Jinki smiles at him, still holding his face and tenderly wiping the tears away. Taemin isn't usually the one that needs this sort of comfort or reassurance. It's almost always J--

"Fuck, hyung, where's Jjong-hyung?!"

His voice is hoarse and rough. It hurts his throat to speak, and he can feel something hot and erosive crawling up his esophagus. It could be fear, it could be dread, it could be something much worse. Hopefully it's not blood.

Jinki scoots closer and presses Taemin's forehead to his chest, making gentle shushing noises and whispering, "Hey, hey, it's okay. It's gonna be okay."

Taemin swallows around a hard lump of what feels like sawdust and gravel, mouth opening and closing a few times before he can get his vocal chords to work. God, he sang for a living, danced to stay sane... his whole life could be literally crushed under a giant slab of concrete and wood and metal right now.

"Is Jonghyun going to be okay?" he wheezes. His voice is thin and reedy and each word burns and scalds its way out.

Jinki is quiet for a moment. Taemin doesn't like that. Their leader shouldn't have to think about this response.

All he can see in his mind is Jonghyun beside him, impaled by a shard of glass that could be his crucifix. He can't stop the images of red red on the white white of Jonghyun's lips and teeth. He hasn't opened his eyes.

"He's gonna pull through, Taeminnie," Jinki coos soothingly, adjusting himself so he's resting his back against the giant piece of debris pinning Taemin's left leg, strategically blocking the maknae's line of sight to their lead singer. Taemin can only see some of the top of Jonghyun's head from beyond Jinki's side.

"He's gonna pull through."

~~~

"Hyung," Taemin whispered, fingers lightly grabbing Jonghyun's shoulder. He leaned forward so his face was beside Jonghyun's headrest.

"Mm?" Jonghyun pulled out his earbud carefully with his left hand, trying not to disturb the now-slumbering Kibum.

"We're gonna be at the airport soon, right?"

Jonghyun glanced at his iPod screen, then out the window. He turned toward Taemin before responding softly, "Yeah. Should be there in less than twenty minutes."

Taemin sighed and he could feel Jonghyun's eyes scanning his face. The elder didn't have to ask what was up, he just understood that something was on Taemin's mind and Taemin knew he wasn't going to push. The elder would wait until Taemin had sorted out his thoughts enough to share them. It made Taemin feel warm, comfortable--sometimes all he needed was to know that someone got him on the level that Jonghyun did.

"I'm scared."

The confession seemed to surprise him as much as it surprised Jonghyun.

The elder shifted slightly to face Taemin more fully.

"What for, Taem?" Patient, concerned, non-judgmental. God, Taemin was so lucky to have his members in his life.

Kibum squirmed a little in his sleep, settling back into Jonghyun's side with a tiny huff. Jonghyun pulled the rapper a bit closer as he turned more toward Taemin.

"I don't know. Just... afraid to screw up, I guess."

Jonghyun smiled and reached back for Taemin's hand. The younger let Jonghyun lace their fingers together. He pressed his forehead to the back of Jonghyun's hand in his.

"It's okay, Taemin-ah. It'll be fine. We'll pull through. You know that, right? We'll do great. We'll pull through. We always do."

~~~

Taemin doesn't know how long Jinki has been sitting there with him, letting him use his thigh as a pillow. It feels like it's been ages.

"I'm so thirsty."

He hears Jonghyun's voice and it is probably the sweetest sound that could possibly grace his ears.

"Hyung," he breathes, almost disbelieving, afraid that if he speaks too loudly he might come crashing into the realisation that it was a figment of his imagination.

Jonghyun chuckles and it wakes Jinki up. The eldest was asleep in an awkward hunched position, fingers tangled in Taemin's hair. He must've passed out partway through combing it.

Taemin can still feel dust and dirt and who-knows-what-else tangled in his hair and it's gritty against his scalp but he doesn't care. Jonghyun isn't dead.

"Try not to talk, Jjong," Jinki murmurs, sounding like he's in pain. He probably is, since Taemin has been resting his head on the elder's thigh for what seems like an eternity.

Experimentally, Taemin tries to wiggle his toes. It hurts like a bitch but he thinks he can feel all ten toes moving in his shoes. He tries to move his right leg and feels a bunch of rubble shift, but it gives way. He shakes off a bit more rock before he's exhausted and he needs to take a break.

"Hyung, can you see my right leg?"

Jinki peers over Taemin's torso.

"I think so, yeah."

Taemin tries to bend his knee but there's still too much crap on top of it. He strains for a bit, but it just takes too much energy.

"Can you maybe dig it out?"

Jinki looks reluctant, and that's when Taemin first notices that his breathing sounds all wrong. It's laboured and he can see the way Jinki's chest isn't rising symmetrically with each inhale.

But Jinki is the leader, and he'd do anything for them. Any of them. So he gently rests Taemin's head against the dust and gravel-covered ground. A small pebble is pressed into Taemin's cheek, but it's mostly flat and doesn't bother him too much. He does have to try not to take in too many lungfuls of dust though.

Jinki gingerly crawls over to Taemin's right leg. He sits on his knees as he slowly sifts through the debris, cradling his broken ribs with his other arm. Taemin feels guilty for asking him to move.

"Hyung, it's okay, I'm sorry. Just--"

"Done."

Taemin freezes. He slowly tries to bend his right leg and feels it move. It's got pins and needles now that he's finally moving it again, but it's free.

"Thanks, hyung."

Jinki smiles and moves so the pile of rubble is supporting him. Taemin can see the sweat beading on his brow, the splotchy redness in his cheeks, and the way his lips have gone a light shade of purple. He doesn't reply to Taemin's gratitude, but Taemin thinks that if he could, he would.

Jonghyun coughs wetly beside him and Taemin turns his head. He sees Jinki closing his eyes at the ends of his peripheral vision before he looks at Jonghyun.

There's a small puddle of blood underneath Jonghyun's head where it's coagulating in his beautiful white-blonde hair. It looks so awful, red red on white white, so sickly and suddenly Taemin is overcome by appreciation for Jinki trying to protect him, trying to prevent him from seeing Jonghyun like this. Jonghyun is coughing some more and it's heartrending to watch because he's in so much pain, every cough pulling his flesh around the unforgiving glass blade piercing him through like a butterfly on a corkboard. The blood flecks his lips and neck, bubbles out of the crease of his mouth and trails down his cheek, jaw, neck.

Red red on white white.

"Hyung," Taemin says. It sounds kind of like a command, an order. Jonghyun's eyes flutter open dazedly.

"Jonghyun-hyung, look at me."

Jonghyun turns his head slightly to the side, unfocused eyes trying to stay open and set on Taemin's face.

"I'm looking," he rasps. Taemin can hear the liquid in his words.

"Good. Keep looking at me, 'cause you'll be okay. You know that, right?"

Jonghyun's lips twitch up at the corners but his eyes slide shut.

"Of course, Taeminnie. I'd never leave you guys."

Jinki is struggling to breathe but he still manages to shout as Jonghyun's head lolls limply to the side.

"Jjong!"

~~~

Their manager woke Kibum and Minho first. Kibum grinned sheepishly at Jonghyun, who rolled his eyes at the patch of drool on his jacket. Minho startled awake, still groggy and uncoordinated with fatigue.

Jinki watched wordlessly as they piled out of the van. He followed Taemin as the youngest hopped out the door. Someone would take in their luggage, they just had to collect their carry-ons from the trunk.

A hand came to rest, comforting and solid, on the plane between Taemin's shoulderblades.

"You're gonna be great, Taeminnie. You always are."

Taemin couldn't help the grin that formed on his face.

"Thanks, hyung."

Minho helped Taemin un-Tetris his carry-on from the tightly-packed trunk. His features were still sleep-soft and Taemin thought it was amazing.

Kibum held his hand and they wheeled their bags toward the airport entrance, the rest of their members and their manager close behind. The driver locked up the van and wished them luck.

"Can't wait to get on the plane," Kibum muttered, leaning close to Taemin, "then I can get some solid uninterrupted sleep."

Taemin laughed. They all knew Kibum was out like a light as soon as he settled into his seat. Most of them would be, exhausted as they were.

Well, maybe not Jonghyun. Jonghyun would sleep when his body finally quit on his mind and shut down for a few hours.

Taemin spared the older singer a glance, noting the shadows hanging heavily under his eyes and the sharp jut of his cheekbones beneath his skin.

Hopefully he'd get some sleep on the flight.

But if he didn't, it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary.

~~~

"Jonghyun hyung?"

Taemin's ears perk up. The voice sounds distant, several feet away and God-knows-where, but it's familiar and that's comforting.

"Minho?" he shouts back. His heart might fail him if he doesn't get a response.

It comes a few seconds later.

"Taemin!"

He's happy. Minho's okay, Minho's gonna be fine. They're going to be alright.

"Where are you?" he shouts. His voice crashes against all the ragged edges of the ruins around them, scattering into cacophony. He twists his neck as far as he can to see above them. There's just more concrete and metal, but some light is filtering in through the little gaps between giant slabs of what used to be ceiling.

"I don't know," Minho yells. "I'm stuck."

Taemin's heart sinks.

"Me too."

It goes quiet for a moment. Taemin wonders if the sound he hears is his blood rushing through his ears or Minho's hopes being dashed against the unforgiving mess around them.

"How are you stuck?"

Taemin's throat feels like it's been scraped raw but he's going to yell until it gives out because Minho's out there. Minho's trapped and he's far away and it's scary because Taemin can't see him. Taemin can't tell if he really is okay.

"My left leg is stuck under something."

He gives an experimental wiggle of his foot and is rewarded by an explosion of pain behind his eyelids. It feels like his entire spine is doused in kerosene and lit on fire, the pain blazing from his ankle all the way up to his neck.

"I think it's broken," he adds.

Minho seems to think on that a while before he asks, "Can you still feel your toes?"

Taemin tries to just move his big toe. It hurts a lot but he can feel it move.

"I can still move them," he answers.

"That's good!" Minho says, sounding encouraged.

Jonghyun stirs a bit and Taemin's eyes zero in on the elder's face.

"How's he stuck, Taem?" Jonghyun breathes, spectre-white and barely moving.

Taemin bites his bottom lip.

"How are you stuck, hyung?"

He waits. Minho takes a few minutes to answer.

"There's a beam on top of me," he says.

Taemin isn't sure what this even means. He really wishes Minho was closeby. He wishes he could see him.

Jonghyun lets out a tiny moan and Taemin isn't sure if the other has even realised the sound is coming from him. The blonde coughs weakly, like his body can't even muster enough fight to clear the blood draining into his lungs anymore.

"Minho, I'm scared."

Minho doesn't miss a beat.

"Someone will come for us, Taem." He sounds so sure. "I'm sure they're on their way. Just hang tight for a little longer, okay?"

Jinki's breathing is impossibly shallow on Taemin's other side, and he seems to be only halfway conscious. His eyes are open, though, and he's looking at Taemin like he's pleading, imploring him to say something to Minho. Taemin thinks he knows what.

"Minho-hyung," he shouts, unsure if he even wants to finish this question, "do you see Kibum-hyung?"

~~~

The airport was always busy. There was a baseline buzz of activity whenever they got there, and Taemin was always distracted by all the sounds of people laughing/talking/crying around him

Their passports were checked and their flight was set to board in fifteen minutes. They were huddled on a short bench nearby their bay, Minho playing a game on his phone and the eldest three members talking quietly about something random and unimportant.

It was familiar--the chatter of his members, the chatter of people saying hellos and goodbyes and nice-to-meet-yous. Taemin was accustomed to the melody of human connection all around him and it was a welcome, warm feeling that enveloped him.

He lost himself in his thoughts, only to be abruptly shaken out of them by a voice over the PA system.

"Patrons of Incheon airport," it said, a false calm betrayed by the way the voice was splintered like a line drawn by an old marker, faded with gaps here and there where something dark and ominous seeped through. "We have received a bomb threat, and we ask that you all remain calm"--the voice broke on the word "calm" and Taemin's heart stuttered in his chest--"and evacuate the building in an orderly fashion."

It was like a bullet was fired into the air, signalling the beginning of a horrendous rat race for their lives. People were screaming and crying and everyone was pushing to an exit, any exit. They needed to get out.

Taemin saw their manager running toward them, yelling for them, but then the man disappeared in the mass exodus that threatened to drag them into the undertow. God knows if the poor man evaded death by trampling as a human stampede headed in what seemed like every direction possible.

A hand grabbed his wrist in the chaos. Taemin saw Jonghyun's watch and grabbed his hyung's elbow with his other hand. His eyes briefly met Jonghyun's and the elder opened his mouth, about to say something but his voice was completely drowned out in the deafening 'crack-boom' of the explosion.

Taemin felt his body flung by the blast. He felt the Indian sunburn left by Jonghyun's grip being torn away from his arm.

Then he couldn't feel anything as the breath was knocked out of his chest like the stuffing from a child's toy, and then there was nothing.

~~~

"Taeminnie, wake up! Wake up, please..."

Taemin feels something wet on his face.

"Taemin, come on..."

He cracks his eye open and it's like he can feel every aching muscle, every scrape and every lurid patch of friction burn. His leg is a pulsating mass of heat and pain.

"Oh, thank God, you're awake. Can you speak? Taeminnie, talk to me if you can!!"

He sees Kibum kneeling over him, and the elder has a crusty gash on his cheek and another on his forehead that has his eyebrow matted with dried blood. Someone has cut and tied Kibum's shirt into a makeshift sling, binding his right arm tight to his body and exposing some awful bruises and cuts on the elder's torso.

"Kibummie-hyung, you're... you're okay?" he croaks. Jesus, when was the last time he had anything to drink? His throat feels absolutely dessicated.

Kibum is sobbing now, tears cleaning streaks through blood and sweat and grime coating the other's skin. The soiled droplets are dripping onto Taemin's cheeks, but he can't bring himself to be bothered by it. He's too happy to see Kibum.

"We're gonna get you out, okay? You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be fine."

Kibum is sniffling and trying to get himself to stop crying enough to maybe console Taemin a bit, but it's no easy feat. There are people in uniforms with reflective strips digging through piles of rubble all around them, loading survivors onto stretchers and checking bodies for vitals that may or may not have fled from them. He sees Jinki being carried away, a mask on his face while a uniformed person uses a bag to force air into their leader's lungs.

"Sir? Sir, I need you to tell me if you can feel your left leg."

A uniformed lady is talking to him and to Taemin, it sounds like she's speaking to him through water.

"Uh... I..."

Kibum leans a little closer and repeats her question.

"Can you feel your left leg, Taeminnie?" he asks gently, using his left hand to smooth the hair out of Taemin's face.

"Y-yeah," Taemin forces out, clenching his toes together and gritting his teeth against the wave of pain that the movement causes.

"That's good, sir," the lady says, her smile tired but looking relieved. Taemin thinks she's pretty. "It means the circulation to your leg isn't compromised too badly."

Some people shout to each other and Taemin knows he's hearing them speak but can't understand what they're saying. His head hurts so much. He wishes he could go back to sleep. When will they let him go back to sleep?

"-and it's trapped under this piece of... was buried, but... looks like it's his... that kept the swelling down, probably..."

Suddenly, the weight pinning his leg to the ground shifts slightly and it's pure agony. He screams and he can feel it lacerating his windpipe but it doesn't sound like it's coming out of his own mouth. He thinks he's going to black out but Kibum is smacking his cheek lightly and yelling at him, telling him to stay awake.

His vision fades in and out, but he tries to stay awake.

He really tries.

~~~

Taemin heard their new single playing somewhere. Or he thought he did. The music sounded distorted and for some reason it's just the same verse playing over and over, not the whole song. He was confused, but his brain felt too muddled for him to even try to think. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing.

One, two, three, four. In, out, in, out.

He slowly lost his grip on reality.

One, two, three...

~~~

Taemin kind of floats back into consciousness this time. His head is nowhere near clear but it also isn't as hazy with pain.

"--an you hear me?"

"Huh?"

Kibum is crying, an absolute wreck beside his head. There's a rescuer wrapping him in an ugly pink blanket as he holds Taemin's hand with his own.

"Oh my God, I thought I was going to lose you," Kibum gasps. The rescuer that gave him the blanket looks like he wants to pull Kibum away now that Taemin is awake, but Kibum isn't even looking at him. His entire world is focused on Taemin.

"Where were you?" Taemin asks. It doesn't really make sense, since there are so many things going on that he should be asking, but he wants to know where Kibum was all this time, why he couldn't see him or hear him...

"I got thrown... I don't know, um, well, far," the elder babbles. He sounds like he can't get the words out fast enough. "I was so lucky, Taemin. So lucky."

Taemin hums in response. He feels weirdly warm and fuzzy right now, but his brain feels like mush. He is hearing what Kibum is saying but it's like his mind is playing broken telephone with his ears because he's not processing a single thing.

"Manager-hyung..." Kibum chokes and Taemin is watching his features crumple. "H-his... his body saved me, Taem. It landed on top of me, saved me from... saved me from the worst of it."

He squeezes Taemin's hand so hard it should hurt, but it doesn't, so Taemin doesn't care.

"God, I could smell it though," Kibum's voice cracks to a whisper, "the burning. His body was so burnt, I couldn't... his face, oh God..."

Kibum pauses in his tirade long enough to turn the other way. He's violently sick on the ground and Taemin grimaces. Kibum quickly runs out of stomach contents to vomit so it's just horrid gagging and retching that makes Taemin nauseous to listen to.

It seems that another rescuer notices Kibum in passing now. He helps Kibum to his feet and drags him away from Taemin, ignoring how he kicks and fights because he doesn't want to be taken away, he needs to make sure Taemin is okay, he has to see him, has to know he's alive and he's going to make it out in one piece.

Once Kibum is gone, Taemin takes a look at himself. There are rescuers with huge tools trying to break apart the giant slab on his leg. It cracks and a piece falls to the ground with a heavy 'thud' that Taemin can feel reverberate against his rib cage. Unfortunately, this makes the weight of the slab shift and he shrieks in pain as it crushes his shin.

A rescuer is at his side immediately. He hears some of them cursing, but mostly he hears his own heart hammering in his ears as the pain threatens to knock him out then jerks him into consciousness. He oscillates between being awake and passing out while they try to speak to him.

"Sir, we have to lift it off you or you might lose your leg," someone says to him.

"Get it off me!" he begs. He's in so much pain, he just wants it gone, please just make it stop.

He can hear the groan of the concrete moving as the rescuers attempt to move it, then a loud curse.

"STOP STOP STOP!" someone screams, and Taemin is finally aware of the tears streaming down his face. He's surprised he's even got enough water left in him to cry, everything feels dry and hot and painful.

No, no please... please don't stop, get it off get it off get it off...

"This one's still alive! If you move that, he'll bleed out in minutes!"

Somehow, that makes it through to Taemin's mind despite the heavy mist of pain and fear and desperation.

Alive?

His head whips to the side and he sees Jonghyun, pale and so white white and there's so much red red blooming around him. It's horrendous.

"Save him," he pleads. He was raised to believe in God but he's never said a more heartfelt prayer in his life.

"Save him!" he screams. Please, someone hear him. Someone save him!

"Sir, we can't... we can't get this off of your leg without moving the glass. He'll bleed out--"

"NO!" Taemin wants to fight them, wants to force them to do whatever it is they can do to save Jonghyun. He wishes he could kick at them, lash out and make them see that Jonghyun needs to live, needs the rescuing more than he does.

"Sir!" someone smacks him and this time it's not gentle, but it works. Taemin's head is completely empty of everything but the shock.

"Sir," a young man's face appears in Taemin's line of sight. He looks remorseful. Taemin doesn't want remorse. He doesn't want grief, he wants Jonghyun.

He doesn't think he can bear living without that smile.

"Save him," he says, but it comes out as a whisper. It's so desperate and broken and it's everything he feels right now. "Please..."

The young man frowns above him.

"Sir, the only way we can save you both is if we amputate your leg, and your friend still might not make it--"

"I don't care!" Taemin yells, voice shrill and coarse and sounding like an entirely different person. Surely SHINee's Taemin didn't sound like this animal--wounded, afraid, lost?

"I don't care, I'll never dance again if he dies. I swear to you, if you don't save him, I'll--I'll--"

He doesn't know what, but he's sure that it will be everything in his power to show these people how much he had to lose.

"Sir, the amputation could kill you, and he's already--"

"NO! Please, please, I don't care, do it. Do it, please, please..."

Taemin's hands were gripped so tight in the rescuer's pant leg it was a wonder it didn't tear it clean off.

The rescuer bit his lips and stood up.

"Guys, we're gonna amputate the leg."

Taemin can't even catch his breath when the relief hits him full-force in the chest and he notes the blackness eating away at his vision.

He doesn't care. He smiles. Jonghyun is going to be okay.

It'll all be okay.

~~~

"--stat. I need more fentanyl, how many cc's do we--"

"--blood. Still hemorrhaging--"

"--closure will have to hold til then--"

"--shit! He's crashing! Someone get the defib ready! Who's bagging? Get--"

"--can't! There's nothing else we--"

Taemin hears them talking. He knows something is happening. He can't tell what's going on. Who are they?

He's comfortable. He wants to sleep.

~~~

"--bombing at Incheon airport at 2:46AM this morning. There were hundreds of casualties. Rescuers are still searching for survivors--"

Taemin comes into consciousness slowly, settling into his body like it's a sleeping bag. Everything is numb and everything feels foggy.

Where is he? What's going on?

"Taemin?"

He forces his eyes open and immediately regrets it. The lights are so bright they burn straight through his skull.

"Shit, sorry Taem." He hears a click. "There, try now?"

Hesitantly, he slowly lifts his impossibly heavy eyelids. The room is dim now, the only light spilling out from behind the vinyl blinds covering the window.

It takes a few moments for his sight to adjust, but then he realises it's Minho sitting beside him.

"M-Min...?"

Minho smiles at him and nods. He reaches over Taemin to pick up a small cup full of water and holds it to Taemin, slipping an arm under the maknae's neck to help prop him up.

Taemin latches onto the rim of the cup and drinks from it greedily, smacking his lips when he's completely drained it. He needs more. He's still parched.

"Whoa, take it easy, Taem," Minho murmurs softly. He pulls the cup away and Taemin tries to follow it with his mouth but he doesn't have enough energy to even raise his chin so he gives up and lets his body relax against the bed. Minho's arm slithers out from behind his head.

"Where--"

The question is not even fully formed before he's choking in panic, trying to look down at his feet but failing to even lift his head.

"Jonghyun? Kibum was taken away. Jinki went... where did he go? Where is Jonghyun?"

Minho presses a palm to Taemin's forehead in a soothing gesture.

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay. They're okay," Minho says quietly. Taemin can't suck enough air into his lungs. He feels like they're going to burst.

Minho starts stroking his thumb along Taemin's hairline. It calms him down somewhat.

Breathing is no longer as difficult now.

He needs to know.

"Did they cut off my leg, Minho? Is Jonghyun okay?"

Minho doesn't look at him. Taemin traces the bob of the elder's Adam's apple with his eyes as he swallows.

"Try to get some rest, Taemin."

But Taemin doesn't want to sleep, can't sleep. He needs to see Jonghyun. He needs someone to prove to him that their lead singer is okay.

Minho puts his hand over Taemin's eyes. Taemin can't fight him. It's dark now and he's scared.

He hears a nurse come in and his arm suddenly feels cold and he loses the battle with his heavy eyelids, no longer able to keep them open. He feels betrayed. He tells himself he'll never forgive Minho for this.

~~~

When he wakes up again, his mom is curled up beside him on his bed and his brother is asleep in the chair that Minho was in before. He wants to move but everything hurts.

A whine escapes his throat and his mom shifts beside him.

"Sweetie?" she says. Taemin feels safe. He's in so much pain but she's there and she'll make it okay. He's safe now.

"Umma, it hurts," he breathes. She kisses his forehead and runs her fingers up and down his arm.

"I know, baby. But you're going to be okay. You're gonna be okay."

He doesn't think he'll be okay. He won't be okay until he finds out what happened to Jonghyun, Jinki, Kibum. Where did Minho go? He'll never forgive him for getting the nurses to put him to sleep.

"Are they okay, Umma?" he whispers. "Are they all gonna be okay?"

He hears her sniffle, but her face is buried in his neck. She hugs him tight tight tight and he can't really breathe but he's safe and it feels good to be safe.

"Y-yes, baby. They're all gonna be okay."

Her voice hitches on the last word but Taemin doesn't think to much of it. His mother would never lie to him. His mother was safe.

He waits for his next dose of pain meds to take it all away. He drifts into a dreamless sleep.

They're all gonna be okay.

~~~

He wakes up feeling lucid for the first time since whatever the fuck happened at the airport. His brother is watching TV this time, flipping through channels too quickly for him to actually be paying attention.

Taesun notices Taemin's eyes on him after a second, and nearly jumps out of his skin. The news is playing.

"You're up!"

Taesun is obviously excited and relieved. He rushes forward like he's going to crush Taemin into a hug, but catches himself and instead gives him a one-armed squeeze around the shoulders. Taemin's body still protests. Everything is bruised and it hurts but he's so happy to see his brother.

The news is on in the background, but Taemin's not really paying attention.

Not until he hears, "SHINee's Jonghyun" and then his eyes snap to the television. Taesun's gaze follows.

"--a rescuer on the scene. Can you tell us what happened?"

The rescuer clears his throat. Taemin can feel his heart hammering in his own.

"We were going to amputate Taemin-ssi's leg," he begins, sounding as haggard as he looks, "but Jonghyun-ssi was conscious. He told us not to do it. Told us to... he said we had to save Taemin-ssi's leg at all costs."

The interviewer looks appalled. Taemin thinks he feels infinitely more so.

"So what did you end up doing?"

The rescuer runs a hand down his face. He looks rundown and beaten up.

"We... we moved the thing," he said, voice breaking on the word, 'moved'. His eyes were shiny with tears. "We stabilized the glass as best we could, tried our best not to jar it. Jonghyun-ssi... God, he was screaming in pain and we couldn't... once we started we had to finish and he was biting his hand to stop screaming... we didn't have enough painkillers to knock him out or keep him still, it was terrible. There was so much blood--the glass impaling him cut into his spleen--and once we got Taemin-ssi out we immediately tried to stabilise him. At some point Jonghyun-ssi lost consciousness and it was a blessing, really--God, he's pretty much a kid. He was in so much pain, it would've been more merciful if we just killed him."

The rescuer breaks down into ugly, heaving sobs. The interviewer looks horrified and completely shell-shocked.

The TV is turned off and Taemin can't feel anything, can't think. He doesn't even know if he's breathing.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Taemin," Taesun whispers beside him. He's still holding the TV remote, staring at it in his hands with a stifling guilt.

"Hyung, I need... I need to see--"

Taesun looks up from the remote and his mouth hangs open for a few seconds. He doesn't know what to say. Neither does Taemin.

"Is it...?" he tries to ask instead.

Taesun knows what he means. He gets up and grabs the edge of Taemin's blanket, peeling it back until Taemin's feet are exposed.

Both of his feet.

~~~

"Of course, Taeminnie. I'd never leave you guys."

~~~

Taemin stares at his hands folded in his lap.

"Take me to see him?" he quietly requests.

Jinki frowns and it looks backward on a face that is so much better suited to smiling.

It's been almost two months since the bombing.

"Okay," Jinki acquiesces. He still winces when he moves too quickly or inhales too deep or too fast, but his ribs have been healing nicely and his various cuts and bruises have mostly faded. Kibum watches Jinki move around gingerly. The rapper moves to push Taemin's wheelchair so Jinki won't overexert himself.

Minho is the only one that doesn't move.

"Are you sure now is a good time? I mean, we could just--"

"Now." Taemin doesn't cut him off harshly or anything, but he breaks into Minho's protest clean and sharp. Minho's mouth closes with an audible 'click' and he gets to his feet with his gaze averted.

Taemin doesn't say anything but he notices that his wheelchair drifts to the side every so often. He knows it's because Kibum is favoring his shoulder even though it was re-set fairly quickly and should be healed by now. Taemin supposes the pain will never completely go away.

Minho stares out the window and says nothing for the entire trip to the cemetery.

~~~

They are lucky to be alive. Taemin is even more fortunate that the doctors saved his leg, that the crush fracture didn't result in a below-knee amputation.

No one knows if Jinki will be able to sing again, not with his lungs near-collapsed when they were found. Minho was so close to being paralysed, trapped under a beam that could've splintered his spine if it was only a pound or two heavier, or if it dropped from a foot higher.

Kibum's shoulder was a mess and maybe it will never stop twinging and maybe there will be bits of cartilage and maybe bone and whatever painful reminders of that day in there forever. Now it still hurts but he can move it.

And Jonghyun--

They are lucky to be alive. The media calls it a miracle, their families call it a blessing, a gift from the powers that be. Taemin isn't sure about either of those things, because so many people in that airport were killed and maimed and injured, they just happened to be further away from the actual explosion than the less fortunate patrons.

Why would it be a blessing that they survived? That they didn't lose life or limb (somehow), that by some freak accident they were not obliterated by a bomb that was meant to harm as many people as possible, to devastate and destroy?

Why would SHINee--or the pieces of it that they are now--be considered a miracle when so many people will never make it back to their families?

They pull up at the cemetery. Their driver's face is as stony as the nameplates in the grass.

"Sorry for your loss, boys," he says gruffly. His eyes stay fixed on the pavement in front of him.

Kibum sniffles quietly beside Taemin. Minho says a garbled thanks and Jinki nods, too breathless to say anything as he carefully twists his body out of the seat of the car.

They walk out together. Kibum pushes Taemin's wheelchair along the path, but it feels like they are all just barely holding each other together.

~~~

"We'll pull through. You know that, right? We'll do great. We'll pull through. We always do."

~~~

The nameplate has been freshly carved and the hangul is all crisp edges and clean curves. Taemin bites his lip and they place a bouquet of roses on top of the smooth black marble. There's already another bouquet there. Their flowers are white white and the others are red red and it turns Taemin's guts to see them next to one another.

"Hey," a weak voice breaks into his morbid reverie. A cold hand touches his wrist, gentle, hesitant. He covers the hand with his own, the chill from that pale hand suffusing the pads of his fingers, the cup of his palm where he holds so many regrets.

Taemin takes a deep breath and turns his head. Jinki, Kibum, and Minho are huddled close together, heads bowed.

"I knew you'd be here," he whispers. His voice is carried away by the wind, but he knows the other hears him.

"Why didn't you just wait until I got back?"

Taemin turns to the owner of the cold, white hand. Jonghyun is in his own wheelchair, his mother and sister at his side, saying their own prayers. He still has an IV bag strapped to his chair, too much internal damage for him to be able to eat anything yet. His hair, skin, fingernails all look so immaculate white but his eyes are still large and dark and beautiful.

"I just... I wanted to see you as soon as I could. And... I wanted to pay my respects to manager-hyung."

Jonghyun smiles. It's thin and tired and so unlike what it used to be. His recovery has been slow and so painful--they had to remove his spleen to control the bleeding, then he subsequently contracted an infection that nearly killed him while he was still in the ICU... and it wasn't just his spleen that was torn up. They had to fix a six-inch laceration in his stomach that was spilling acid inside him like a geyser, part of his bowel was punctured, his kidney perforated when they removed the damn glass blade that really went to town on Jonghyun's insides.

The doctors said it took four blood transfusions to keep Jonghyun alive on the table, brought him back from almost flatlining twice. They called it an incredible success.

Now that is what Taemin calls a fucking miracle.

He doesn't realise he's crying until Jonghyun's bony hand is gently wiping the tears away.

"We... we almost lost you."

Jonghyun doesn't say anything but he's still got a little smile on his face. It's pretty and it's sad.

"I couldn't let them take your dancing away from you."

A flash of anger sears through Taemin's chest.

"But you almost let them take you away from me." His throat feels swollen and raw from crying, so the accusation comes out as barely a whisper.

Jonghyun's eyes have dark circles bruised beneath them. He runs the backs of his fingertips against Taemin's cheek. Even that movement is weak and exhausted.

"Of course not. I told you I'd be fine."

Sodam is trying to watch them without actually watching them. Jonghyun's mother looks at their exchange fondly. Minho and Jinki share a glance between them and Kibum tenderly places his hand on the back of Taemin's neck.

"You're due for physio soon, Taeminnie," Kibum reminds him. Taemin hears it but he doesn't look away from Jonghyun's face.

"Okay," he concedes. Jonghyun still hasn't broken eye contact with him either.

"Head back together then?" the older singer offers.

Taemin nods, shifting so he can hold Jonghyun's hand while they're wheeled back to the parking lot by Kibum and Sodam. Jinki called a van for them.

"I was really scared," Taemin mumbles into Jonghyun's neck once they're in the vehicle. His lips brush against a little perforation scar from Jonghyun's central line.

Jonghyun just leans his head on top of Taemin's.

"I was so fucking terrified."

"I know, Taeminnie," Jonghyun says. His voice is soothing and melodious as always. They all suffered from significant smoke inhalation, but somehow Jonghyun makes it sound like everything's back to normal, back to the way it was before.

It never will be, but at least Taemin can close his eyes and listen and pretend.

"I told you we'd pull through though, didn't I?"

Taemin's hand clenches tight around Jonghyun's. He doesn't want to let it go, he's still afraid. He doesn't ever want to board or even see another airplane in his life, never wants to set foot in another fucking airport. He doesn't know if he's ever going to be able to sleep without nightmares of burning and glass and crushing agony.

He inhales deeply and he won't ever get the scent of smoke out of his nostrils but he can try to wash it away with the way Jonghyun smells of fresh soap and fabric softener.

"Will we ever be SHINee again?" he asks. Minho, Kibum, and Jinki are sleeping in the back seat, their still-mending bodies worn out by the short visit to the cemetery.

"We'll always be SHINee," Jonghyun answered. "We'll never stop being SHINee, not really. Even if we never dance or sing on stage again, we'll always be together. That's what makes us SHINee, after all."

He sounds sleepy, and Taemin feels his eyelids falling shut as well.

Maybe none of them will ever be whole again, but they'll still be together.

If they're together, Taemin thinks, it's easier to stop being so afraid.

If they're together, they'll be okay.

Honey Thighs

hyuukie — Mon, 13 Apr 2015 03:28:21 GMT

Title: Honey Thighs
Author: hyuukie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin (KaiSoo)
Length: One-shot
Warnings: Language, sex, pwp, Kyungsoo's thighs appreciation
Genre: pwp smut pwp smut pwp comedy (how could I resist the comedy)
Summary: The sexual remarks about Kyungsoo amplify when he shows up to work in ripped skinny jeans.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

If Jongin thought about his life as much as he thought about Kyungsoo, then maybe he'd be passing his pictorial arts elective. Or maybe he would be focused enough to give customers the right change. Or maybe he would be able to remember his friends' birthdays.

"---pathetic, you know that?"

Sehun's words bring Jongin out of his Kyungsoo daydream.

The brunette looks at his silver haired co-worker.

"What?" Jongin asks dumbly, nearly face-planting into the register when Sehun knocks his hand out from under his chin.

"I said you're pathetic," the younger says again, arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at Jongin, whose head is now resting on the scanner. "That's gross, you don't know what's been on there."

Jongin glares at Sehun as he straightens himself up, "Why am I pathetic?"

"You're thinking about Kyungsoo again." It's not a question, and Jongin looks away from his friend.

It's nine AM, and Pan's Grocery is opening in half an hour. Jongin and Sehun were put on cashier duty the minute they walked through the automatic doors, the two arriving early (for once). Being at the front register meant Jongin couldn't see Kyungsoo come into work.

"Hey guys," a deep voice booms from the other side of the cash register and Sehun and Jongin acknowledge Chanyeol with a wave.

The tall male has a black cap on and a huge cardboard box in his arms. He's on delivery duty. "Hey Jongin, did you see Kyungsoo come in?"

Jongin perks up at the name. "No, why?"

Chanyeol sets his box of whatever it is down on the floor, grinning from ear to ear. "He decided to wear skinny jeans to work today."

Jongin visibly tenses, but then quickly relaxes his shoulders to make it seem like Chanyeol's statement didn't just affect him. "So?" The brunette runs a hand through his hair as he leans back against the register to try and appear cool. "Sehun is wearing skinny jeans. Everyone wears skinny jeans."

Chanyeol's grin only gets wider (if that's even possible) and he picks up his box, "Yes, but they're ripped skinny jeans."

Jongin's elbow slips off the top of the machine and lands on the a few buttons, causing the register's cash drawer to 'ding!' and shoot out, hitting Jongin near his hipbone. Sehun rolls his eyes.

"I want him to wrap his thighs around my face," Chanyeol whispers and shuffles off and out of range before Jongin can pelt coins at his back.

Sehun pushes the cash drawer back into its place and steps out from the space behind the register. "I don't know why you let that get to you, Kyungsoo is your boyfriend."

"I didn't even know Kyungsoo owned ripped skinny jeans."

"Apparently he does, because Chanyeol wants his thighs around his---"

"I know what Chanyeol wants!" Jongin snaps, huffing as Sehun makes his way around the conveyer belt to stand where Chanyeol was previously: in front of Jongin. The brunette sighs, "You don't understand. Kyungsoo is vulnerable---"

"I saw him putting Chanyeol in a choke hold in the break room just yesterday."

"--- And he needs to be protected---"

"Jongin, I'm pretty sure Kyungsoo could give you a black eye with his pinky."

"--- He's too innocent---"

"Don't think I didn't see what you two were doing behind the bread stand a week ago."

"--- His stature is very small---"

"You're insecure," Sehun says bluntly. "Everyone knows you guys are dating. People make sexual remarks about Kyungsoo just to tease you."

Jongin wants to smash his face on the conveyer belt. "Why? What did I do to deserve this?"

"You're an easy target."

"No I'm not."

Sehun throws his friend an 'are-you-serious' look. "Yes, you are. You get mad whenever someone says something about your boyfriend, but you're too pussy to do anything about it."

"That's not true!" Jongin denies.

Sehun clears his throat, "I would smother Kyungsoo's thighs in whipped cream, put cherries on his nipples, pour chocolate sauce on his dick and call him sundae."

Jongin's mouth hangs open as Sehun stares back at him, looking as though he didn't just say something dirty about another man's man.

Sehun just watches as Jongin turns red, fists clenching. The silver haired male pokes Jongin's cheek. "See? Fun."

Jongin picks up his water bottle to throw at Sehun, but the younger male is already gone, his laughter echoing in Jongin's ears.

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Jongin still hasn't seen Kyungsoo by the time ten rolls around, the store becoming more busy as grandmas and moms with their kids push carts around, shopping for ingredients for lunch. The brunette is still on cashier duty, swiping items across the scanner for a man with scary eyebrows and a ridiculous height.

"Your total is fifty seven, eighty six. Cash, credit, or debit?"

"Cash." The man is rummaging through his knapsack when Baekhyun slides into Jongin's booth, casually bagging the man's purchases as if Jongin wasn't just about to do it.

"Can I help you?" Jongin asks and stares at the shorter male as if he is the most offensive thing he's seen all morning. Well, he kind of is and Jongin is still bitter about what Chanyeol and Sehun had said an hour ago.

"Yo," Baekhyun doesn't even look up from shoving eggs into a plastic bag, "Have you seen Kyungsoo?"

Jongin accepts the man's bills and change, dumping it all into the cash drawer before he rips the receipt to hand to the man. "No."

It's then that Baekhyun looks at Jongin, lips stretched over his straight teeth in a mischievious smile. Jongin doesn't like it. "He's wearing ripped jeans."

Jongin tries not to let Baekhyun's predatory expression bother him. "So I've been told."

"I would map out the seven continents on his thighs with my tongue."

Jongin is about to hit Baekhyun when the older slips out from the booth, easily maneuvering his way past the brunette.

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It's eleven and time for Jongin's break and potential switch in positions. The male hopes Kyungsoo's break is at the same time as his, but this possibility deflates when Jongin enters the break room only to find Tao shoving steamed buns in his face.

"Foop," Tao greets from the couch, mouth full. Jongin can't even bring himself to be disgusted as his mind is already occupied with other things. Kyungsoo things.

"How are you an adult?" Jongin scowls and sits down on the other side of the coffee table.

Tao chews and swallows, "Whoa there, Mr. Grumpypants. Tell me what's up."

Jongin huffs and slouches further into his chair. "It's Kyungsoo."

Tao stops in the middle of taking a bite out of his third bun, "Oh, Kyungsoo. Have you seen him today?"

Jongin's gaze hardens, eyes challenging Tao to say something sexual. "I know, he's wearing ripped skinny jeans."

Tao doesn't seem to notice Jongin's glare, "I'd rather sink my teeth into his thighs than my lunch."

Jongin is tempted to lodge a steamed bun down the Chinese man's throat.

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After break Jongin is assigned clean up duty.

The male is mopping up a broken jar of pickles when Jongdae approaches him, irritated.

"Jongin, I need you to get a ramen box off the shelf for this lady."

Jongin laughs, the first smile he's cracked all day, and leans his mop against the bucket of water. He knows that Jongdae would rather get a step ladder in the back than ask someone taller than him to reach something, so the customer must be pretty impatient. "Okay."

Jongin follows Jongdae one aisle over, to the dried goods aisle, where, as Jongin predicted, a lady is waiting, tapping her foot against the tiled floor impatiently.

"Hello, ma'am," Jongin nods his head politely and stands on his tip toes to reach the ramen box.

When the brunette places the item in the lady's cart, she doesn't even thank him as she pushes her cart along to continue with her shopping.

"Thanks," Jongdae says for her and for himself, looking relieved but annoyed at the same time. "People have no patience. She threatened to cut me with her nail filer if I didn't get the box down now."

"Well, at least it's over," Jongin pats Jongdae's back sympathetically and leaves the aisle to resume his mopping. He doesn't expect Jongdae to follow him, the older male smirking.

"I would cover Kyungsoo's thighs in maple syrup and kiss every drop off," Jongdae sings, and Jongin nearly knocks over all of the pickle jars on the shelf with the handle of his mop.

"That was so uncalled for."

Jongdae merely chuckles. "Lucky man you are, Kim Jongin."

Jongin wants to shove the end of the mop up Kim Jongdae's ass, but the other is already skipping away.

________________________________________________________

If there's anyone to watch out for, it's Kim Joonmyun.

Jongin is aware that Joonmyun is not-so-secretly pining after Kyungsoo.

Joonmyun has worked exactly five months longer at Pan's Grocery than Jongin, which means he had a five month head start on Kyungsoo. Chanyeol told him that the older male had bleached his hair a platinum blonde when Kyungsoo made an off hand comment about having a thing for 'blonde guys' just before Jongin got hired.

Jongdae reassured Jongin that Kyungsoo rejected Joonmyun after their first date, and the (still) blonde man doesn't like Kyungsoo that way anymore, the two just friends.

But the brunette knows better.

He knows.

He's alert.

Nobody would get over Kyungsoo that fast. Not when his boyfriend is the full package. Big eyes, full lips, surprisingly deep, angelic voice, cute fingers, you name it. You could think of the most perfect person in the world and that person would be Do Kyungsoo. Which is why Jongin doesn't believe Chanyeol and Jongdae (and even Joonmyun himself) when they say Joonmyun is over Kyungsoo.

Jongin hasn't been this frazzled since the time Kyungsoo dyed his hair red and shaved it at the sides; the male nearly ripped his own hair out with all the suggestive comments his co-workers made about the 'different ways they could make Kyungsoo blush the same colour as his hair'.

It's noon and Jongin is still holding his mop, kicking the bucket around with his foot.

He still can't find his boyfriend, so he wonders if Kyungsoo is on break now.

"Jongin?"

The sound of his name startles him, causing the brunette to 'stab' the person with the end of his mop, the wet head soaking a huge spot on the front of Joonmyun's Pan's apron.

"Oh, hi," Jongin says lamely, lowering his mop to inspect the damage. Joonmyun's entire stomach is sopping, dirty water dripping down from his apron to the floor.

"Hi." Joonmyun's lips are pressed into a thin line and Jongin starts to feel bad. "I came over to tell you that someone puked in aisle three, and Jongdae told me you were on clean up duty."

Jongin places the mop back in the bucket, "Okay. Uh, sorry."

Joonmyun is untying his apron when Jongin awkwardly makes his way around him to go to aisle three.

It's not like the two didn't talk things over; when Joonmyun found out about Jongin's crush on Kyungsoo, the older gave his blessing and swore nothing happened between him and Kyungsoo, only one date, before Jongin's hiring. They weren't as close as Jongin would say he is with Sehun, but they're not completely comfortable with each other either. If he were to choose, Jongin would rather not talk to Joonmyun at all.

"And Jongin, one last thing."

Jongin doesn't want to, but he turns around to look at the older man, who has now taken off his apron and has a smug look on his face.

"So... How pretty would Kyungsoo's thighs look if I sucked hickeys onto them?"

Jongin himself nearly throws up in the bucket of mop water.

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One PM rolls around and Jongin has been rotated onto what Chanyeol was doing in the morning: delivery.

He's sitting cross legged on the ramp, waiting for Yixing to reverse the Pan's truck close enough for Jongin to unload the boxes of food and supplies.

The Chinese man's elbow is hanging out of the window, his head also sticking out as he peers behind him, slowly backing up to the yellow safety line painted on the pavement. He stops when he's just hit it, shuts off the engine, and hops out of the truck to open up the back.

"You look upset." Yixing observes, turning the latch on the door and letting the screen slide up. He unhooks the ramp and pulls it out, leading it to the floor so he and Jongin can access the boxes.

"I'm not," Jongin lies, not wanting to even bring up Kyungsoo like when Tao asked him. Jongin doesn't want to think murderous thoughts about Yixing.

"You sure?" The older preps the dolly for Jongin as the brunette comes down the ramp of the truck to place his first box on it.

Jongin stays quiet, moving back and forth to stack as many boxes as he can on the dolly. "Hey, hyung, have you been driving back and forth all day?"

Yixing nods, strapping the current boxes down to the dolly with a belt to prevent the goods from toppling over. "Yeah, since my shift started. Sehun is supposed to switch with me after. This is my last delivery."

So he hasn't seen Kyungsoo yet.

Jongin uses his foot to tilt the dolly back onto its two wheels, pushing the boxes up the ramp to the store and through the door Yixing is holding open for him.

The two continue to unload the truck until they're on their last dolly trip, organizing the boxes in the back storage room neatly. They joke around the whole time, occasionally ripping off a banana from a bunch to throw at each other.

Jongin feels less stressed than he did before and considerably happier, his mind off of Kyungsoo for the first time since the day started.

Yixing sits on the floor and leans against a box of oranges, sighing in exhaustion. Jongin is still moving boxes around to make sure certain things don't get crushed when they're stacked on top of each other.

"Chanyeol texted me a few minutes ago," Yixing giggles and pulls off his gloves to unlock his phone. "I bet he's on break now."

Jongin peeks inside the box in front of him as Yixing scrolls through his messages. There are kiwis in the box, so the brunette re-seals it with tape and picks it up to place on top of the box containing the cabbages.

As Jongin walks across the storage room, Yixing calls out to him. "Huh, I don't really understand his message, Jongin. It this some sort of thing Koreans say often?"

Jongin throws a smile at Yixing over his shoulder, signalling that he is listening. "Read it to me and I'll tell you what it means."

"He typed: 'I want Kyungsoo's thighs around my face for every one of my meals'."

Jongin promptly drops the box of kiwis on his foot.

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It's already half past two when Jongin finishes up delivery and stocking, making his way through the store to go to the prepared food section.

Minseok is already behind the counter, taking fresh wedge fries out of the oven when Jongin arrives.

"Hey," the older man gives Jongin a smile, but the brunette doesn't return it.

Jongin unceremoniously tears the cover off of the plastic bucket of cold meatballs on the table and dumps the whole container into the metal strainer in front of him.

"Jongin, I don't think---"

The younger ignores Minseok as he stomps over to the fryer, turns on the appliance, and lets the meatballs fall into the oil.

The two stand in silence as the oil starts to bubble.

Minseok waits another second before raising an eyebrow at Jongin, "You good man?"

Jongin sighs contentedly, feeling oddly alleviated after dropping the meat into the fryer. The sound of of the oil sizzling is, for some strange reason, music to Jongin's ears. Maybe it's because it reminds him of pancakes being cooked. And he loves pancakes. Almost as much as Kyungsoo. "I'm..." Jongin lets the sizzling sound continue as he closes his eyes, "I think I'm good."

"That's good." Minseok resumes chopping peppers, "In case you forgot, we don't deep fry the meatballs."

Jongin's eyes fly open in panic and he rushes to the fryer, turning the heat off and nearly burning himself. The male whips the metal strainer out of the appliance and some meatballs escape out and onto the floor.

Jongin just stares at the weird, olive coloured balls of meat on the floor and grins sheepishly at Minseok. "Heh. My bad."

Minseok carries his sliced vegetables to the pot on the stove and starts to steam them. "What's wrong?"

Jongin disregards Minseok's question and averts his attention to a young boy waiting by the counter.

"I want a medium container of mac and cheese, please." The boy says and Jongin grabs a container and scoops the noodles into it.

Jongin wraps the container in plastic wrap and prints out the price label, sticking it onto the top and handing the boy the food. The boy thanks him and scurries away, leaving conversation open again.

Minseok takes the opprotunity. "Is it Kyungsoo?"

Jongin groans and pours barbecue sauce over the tray of chicken wings in front of him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"It's just..." Jongin places the tray in the oven and starts prepping the honey garlic wings. "I haven't even seen him once during my shift and everyone is making sexual comments about my boyfriend in his ripped skinny jeans that I didn't even know he owned and it's just so frustrating because---"

Minseok's hand stops Jongin from drowning the poor chicken wings in honey garlic sauce, the tray already overflowing with the thick, sticky substance. "First of all, take a breather."

Jongin lets Minseok take the sauce out of his hands. The brunette calmly walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water, uncaps the drink, and tips his head back to down half of the cold liquid. Minseok watches Jongin's movements and gestures to the chair tucked into the table. Jongin sits down.

Minseok comes up behind the younger and places his palms, which Jongin notes are warm and comforting, on Jongin's shoulders and starts to press his thumbs into his shoulder blades.

"Sehun says I'm insecure."

"You know that we're all joking around when we make sexual passes about Kyungsoo, right?" Minseok leaves Jongin's shoulders alone to attend to the growing line of customers on the other side of the counter.

"Sehun also said I'm an easy target," Jongin wails, putting on silicone mitts to take the baked, barbecue chicken wings out of the oven. The male slides open the glass panel to dump the hot wings in the metal bin on display.

Minseok is printing out a label to put on someone's order when he laughs, "It's true. Your reactions to things are so funny, and sometimes we like to play a game to see how far we can push you."

Jongin pouts some more, his bottom lip jutting out even as he takes someone's order.

"Jongin, don't take us seriously, ever." Minseok hands a woman her box of chicken wings over the counter. "Everyone knows Kyungsoo is yours, and of course we would never come in between you two. Remember that, and stop being so insecure."

Jongin wants to pull the older into a tight hug. "Thanks a lot, hyung." The brunette hums to himself as he prepares another batch of wedge fries, sprinkling salt onto the potatoes.

When the line behind the counter clears out, Minseok and Jongin work in silence, replenishing the food that's been bought. Jongin is waiting for the fryer to finish cooking some onion rings.

"But low key," Minseok says, breaking their quiet and peaceful atmosphere. "I would thigh fuck Kyungsoo."

Jongin nearly trips and falls head first into the hot oil.

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It's exactly five minutes before three when Jongin clocks out, tossing his apron carelessly into his locker and shutting it closed. He ignores all his co-workers leaving for the day as he pushes past them to wait for Kyungsoo outside Pan's Grocery.

He's playing with his phone when a hand touches his elbow and he sees feet come into view in front of him.

And holy hell, the first thing his eyes land on are thighs.

Thighs in tight, ripped, black jeans.

"Did you wait long?" Kyungsoo asks, adjusting his bag strap as Jongin gapes at his boyfriend. "I bought pancake mix after I signed out, so we can make some." The older holds up a Pan's Grocery bag with a rectagular box outline in it.

Jongin mentally tells himself to stop staring, but he just can't.

Kyungsoo's jeans hug his legs in all the right places, and the horizontal rips in the fabric give Jongin a teasing view of perfect, pale skin. There are two tears in the left leg leading down to the knee, and while there are also two rips in the right leg, a huge hole is in showing Kyungsoo's knee.

"Jongin?" Kyungsoo's velvet voice brings Jongin's eyes to his face. "I didn't see you all day in the store."

Jongin just nods, unable to find his voice. He uses all his concentration to keep his gaze on his boyfriend's face.

"Should we go now? Or...?" Kyungsoo's clutching his bag straps in his hands and rocking back and forth on his feet. Jongin can see the older's thighs tense and relax in the fabric as Kyungsoo moves.

On weekends they go to Kyungsoo's place after work to spend time together. Watching movies, playing games, eating, other stuff... Jongin only sleeps over when they both have work again the next day, but if either of them have school assignments or projects to do, Kyungsoo sends Jongin back home to his place that he shares with Sehun.

Jongin nods again and lets Kyungsoo start walking first, ogling his ass a bit. He reminds himself he doesn't have to feel guilty because Kyungsoo is his and it's a legal right to be able to appreciate your boyfriend's butt.

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Quarter past four is the time on Kyungsoo's analog clock hanging above his living room couch when the two slip off their shoes at the front door and hang up their coats.

Kyungsoo nearly slaps Jongin in the face with the box of pancake mix when the smaller of the two turns around to wrap his arms around the younger's waist, burying his nose in Jongin's chest.

"Hi," Kyungsoo says and Jongin wants to melt into a puddle of mush as he circles his arms around his boyfriend's narrow shoulders.

"Hi," Jongin's voice is muffled in Kyungsoo's hair, which smells kind of like celery.

"How was work, coconut jelly?" Kyungsoo places a kiss in between Jongin's collarbones, and the younger tenses at the feeling of warm, plush lips on his sternal notch.

"You smell like celery," Jongin blurts and pinks when Kyungsoo pulls back to give him a funny look. "Not that that's bad or anything. I like celery, I eat my vegetables."

Kyungsoo smiles slightly and he pinches Jongin's waist, "Does that mean you'll eat me later?"

Jongin chokes on his spit.

"I'm kidding..." Kyungsoo's hands come from around Jongin's waist to rub his stomach, chuckling.

The younger relaxes into the touch.

"... Kind of," Kyungsoo whispers and Jongin looks at his boyfriend with a question mark over his head, to which the older just shrugs and leaves for his kitchen. "I'll make you pancakes! Chocolate chip or blueberry, my bread slice?"

Jongin laughs at Kyungsoo's pet name and walks into the kitchen to find his boyfriend already ripping the mix open to pour into a bowl. They have a habit of calling each other ridiculous food names because of their jobs at Pan's, usually naming the most absurd food product.

"I want chocolate chip pancakes, pickle juice!" Jongin says cutely, coming up behind Kyungsoo to watch the older whisk in the milk and eggs.

Kyungsoo taps Jongin's nose, "Then, bean sprout, will you go fetch the choco chips?"

Jongin excitedly bounds over to Kyungsoo's pantry room to look for the chocolate chips.

"Salt cracker, can you also bring out a new bottle of honey?"

Jongin can already smell the batter cooking and he automatically gets ten times more eager in searching for the chocolate chips and honey. "Of course, cherry tomato!"

Kyungsoo has two, perfectly circular pancakes on the pan with a spatula in his hand by the time Jongin emerges from the pantry with the chocolate chips and honey. The brunette opens the drawer by Kyungsoo's hip to pull out the scissors, cutting open the bag of chocolate in one clean snip.

Kyungsoo steps back from the stove and Jongin scoops a few chips into his palm to sprinkle onto the two pancakes.

"How many can you eat, corn flake? Are you hungry?"

Jongin purses his lips in thought while he takes out a plate from Kyungsoo's cupboard to rest the pancakes on when they're done. "I want thirty seven."

Kyungsoo giggles and flips the two pancakes over before tapping Jongin's cheek with the handle of the spatula. "Very funny. You get four, frozen chicken nugget."

"But, olive pit, you asked me how many I wanted," Jongin frowns and shoves his hand back into the chocolate chip bag, waiting for Kyungsoo to take out the two finished pancakes and spoon in the next two batter circles. "And I said thirty seven, so you have to cook me thirty seven."

"In your dreams, Diet Coke." Kyungsoo snorts, letting Jongin scatter chocolate chips onto the next two. "As if I'm going to make thirty seven pancakes." The older flips the pancakes over and turns off the stove, letting the remaining heat cook the last side.

"Then you're not a very good boyfriend," Jongin teases as Kyungsoo serves the final two onto the plate.

Kyungsoo tilts the plate dangerously so the top pancake slides over to the edge of the dish, "Want to say that again, pop tart? I'm not a very good what now?"

Jongin shakes his head furiously and grabs the honey off of the counter, "You're the best, gummy worm! What would I do without you?"

Kyungsoo smirks and leads the way to the dining room. "Damn right, that's what I thought."

Jongin takes a seat on one of Kyungsoo's wooden chairs as his boyfriend sets the plate of pancakes down and goes to fetch utensils. The brunette is unscrewing the cap off the bottle of honey to remove the seal when Kyungsoo comes back and puts the fork and knife beside the plate of pancakes.

"I'll do that." Kyungsoo takes the bottle from Jongin before the younger can even begin to scratch up the sides.

"Sit down, cheesecake," Jongin pats the seat beside him, but Kyungsoo plops himself down in the younger's lap instead, focus never leaving the honey seal.

Jongin stills, suddenly aware of Kyungsoo's thighs draped over his and the ass that's now parked directly on top of his crotch. And then he remembers the jeans, because now those rips in his boyfriend's pants are up close and personal; if Jongin wanted to he could just lift a finger and run it down every centimetre of exposed skin.

He's abruptly reminded of all his co-workers' comments about his boyfriend in these jeans.

"I got it open!" Kyungsoo squeals triumphantly, and Jongin doesn't even register the words until there's a golden substance on the place he's staring intently at.

"Oops," Kyungsoo's voice says, but Jongin is still staring his thighs, because now there's a huge glob of honey running down the very rip the younger was eying. The thick substance is covering the tops of Kyungsoo's thighs and pooling in the space where his legs are pressed together, dripping down the sides and along the tears in his pants.

Jongin feels his throat go dry, unable to form a coherent sentence let alone a coherent thought. He whimpers when Kyungsoo shifts in his lap.

"Let me just," Kyungsoo wiggles around a little bit more and Jongin groans, sure that the older is doing this on purpose now. The brunette lifts his hands to grip Kyungsoo's hips, but the male is off of his lap, taking his warmth and glorious thighs with him.

Kyungsoo unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper. Before Jongin can process what his boyfriend is doing, the older is standing in front of him in his boxers with his pants kicked to the side.

"In case you were wondering," Kyungsoo swings a leg over Jongin's own and stradles the younger, lowering himself to sit comfortably on the brunette's growing arousal. "That wasn't an accident. And neither is this."

Kyungsoo picks up the bottle of honey again and doesn't hesitate in turning it over to drizzle it o his naked thighs. Jongin's breathing quickens, mind cloudy as Kyungso swipes a finger in a strip of honey to bring to his lips, setting the bottle down on the table.

Jongin watches Kyungsoo's index finger disappear into his mouth, the latter sucking the honey off and making obscene smacking noises.

Kyungsoo releases his finger with a pop, eyes dark and never leaving Jongin's own wide, brown orbs.

"Do you need me to pull down your pants and sit on your cock?" Kyungsoo rolls his eyes as his runs his hands through Jongin's hair, blunt fingernails lightly scraping against his scalp. "Fuck me already, peach yogurt!"

Jongin doesn't need to be told twice. The younger stands up from his seat, erection lined in the cleft of Kyungsoo's ass as the smaller male wraps his legs around Jongin's waist so he doesn't fall.

Jongin leans forward to connect their lips together and slam the older onto the dining table. Kyungsoo releases his hold around Jongin's mid section, thighs peeling away from Jongin's shirt due to the honey. He spreads his legs open, cock straining against the thin cotton of his underwear.

Jongin traces the outline of Kyungsoo's arousal through his underwear as he pushes his tongue into the other's mouth, the two battling for dominance.

"There are pancakes underneath me," Kyungsoo states breathlessly, squirming uncomfortably.

"God, I love pancakes," Jongin breathes out onto Kyungsoo's neck, using both his hands to squeeze his boyfriend's honey slicked thighs as his lips attach themselves to pale skin.

Kyungsoo arches up into Jongin's touch, pushing down to the feeling of the hands kneading his thighs and up to press his body flush against Jongin's front.

Jongin releases one of Kyungsoo's thighs to push the pancakes underneath the older to the side while his back is arched. When the plate of pancakes is gotten rid of to the side, Jongin lets his weight fall onto Kyungsoo's body so the black haired male is sandwiched between him and the table.

Kyungsoo tugs at Jongin's shirt while the latter tugs at the older's underwear. "Take it off, just take it all off," Kyungsoo pants, pressing his shoulders into the table to lift his hips up for Jongin to slide his boxers down.

Jongin takes his time, pulling down Kyungsoo's underwear slowly. His boyfriend bites his lip when his cock springs free from the confines of the cotton, the heels of Jongin's palms dragging down his legs as the garment is steadily removed.

"You're sticky," Jongin mutters, flinging Kyungsoo's underwear behind him. Jongin then gulps as he stares down at his boyfriend spread out in front of him on the table, like the sweetest dessert he's ever been offered. Kyungsoo is flushed pink all over, his shirt lifted to expose his bellybutton where his erection is hard against his stomach and his thighs are glistening with honey. "I don't know where to put my hands first, or my mouth."

"What do you mean?" Kyungsoo demands and sits up to pull Jongin's shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side with all their other discarded clothes. "Just touch me!"

"I mean," Jongin takes off Kyungsoo's shirt as well so the older is completely naked and sitting on the table. The younger hooks his hands under his boyfriend's armpits, using his thumbs to brush over pink nipples as he pushes Kyungsoo back down on the table. "I want to suck your dick."

When Kyungsoo is lying down on the table again, legs hanging over the edge, Jongin continues to rub the older's nipples as he leans down to lick a stripe up the underside of his boyfriend's cock.

Kyungsoo moans, hands finding their way to Jongin's hair again.

"But I also want to worship your honeyed thighs," Jongin's hands leave Kyungsoo's chest to hook under the older's knees, pushing his legs up and towards the surface of the table so his boyfriend's butt is hovering in the air. Jongin can see everything. The view is amazing.

"Do what you want, do anything," Kyungsoo pleads, not feeling the least bit embarrassed by the position but rather impatient. "What do you want?"

I want him to wrap his thighs around my face.

I would map out the seven continents on his thighs with my tongue.

I would cover Kyungsoo's thighs in maple syrup and kiss every drop off.

I would thigh fuck Kyungsoo.

Jongin swallows thickly, because it's hit him. His co-workers can tell him about the ninety nine ways they would sex Kyungsoo up, but he's the one who gets to do it for real, he's the only one who's able to see Kyungsoo splayed out so beautifully.

"I want to thigh fuck you." Jongin mumbles shakily, half expecting Kyungsoo to say no.

The older stares up at him through his legs but doesn't say anything.

Jongin's grip on Kyungsoo's knees tighten.

Kyungsoo reaches around himself to pick up the forgotten honey bottle. "Take off your pants," he licks his lips as Jongin sets his butt back down on the table so the younger can unbutton and shimmy out of his jeans.

Kyungsoo sits up and scoots closer to the edge of the table, squeezing almost half the contents of the honey bottle onto his thighs. The raven haired man slathers the honey all over; down to his knees and up to his pelvis. When he's done smearing the substance on his legs, Kyungsoo brings one honeyed hand to his own cock and the other fists Jongins.

"Then thigh fuck me," Kyungsoo's hand slides easily up Jongin's shaft to the head, his thumb swiping over the tip to mix the pre-cum at the slit with the sticky honey.

Jongin gasps and lunges forward to take handfuls of Kyungsoo's thighs again, now sleek with honey. The younger pushes and holds his boyfriend's knees together, ogling the slightest thigh gap that Kyungsoo is sporting.

Kyungsoo, hand still moving up and down Jongin's cock, guides the younger's erection to the backs of his closed thighs and lets go, leaning back onto his elbows on the table.

Jongin pushes his cock in between Kyungsoo's thighs and the older's breath hitches at the feeling, strange and new but definitely welcome. Kyungsoo's calves are resting on Jongin's broad shoulders, the male trying to concentrate on keeping his kness pressed together to allow minimum space between his thighs as Jongin moves his hips in and out.

The pre-cum and honey on Kyungsoo's thighs around Jongin's cock makes the younger feel that familiar heat pooling in his belly and at the base of his spine. Jongin can't lean down to kiss Kyungsoo's lips with the position they're in without getting kneed in the nose, but he can see his boyfriend's hand jacking himself off.

"This feels," Jongin moans as he bends his knees to angle himself so that when his erection glides through Kyungsoo's thighs, it presses against the other male's hard cock, providing friction at the base and for his balls when Kyungsoo's own hand is at the swollen head. "This feels fucking amazing."

"Ugh, don't stop," Kyungsoo begs, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

The sight of Kyungsoo's head thrown back in pleasure, lip between his teeth, hand fisting his dick, and the sound of Kyungsoo's mewls combined with the feeling of his sticky, warm thighs tensing around his cock has Jongin seeing white behind his eyelids.

The younger orgasms with a shout, come splattering onto Kyungsoo's hand, chest, and thighs.

Kyungsoo whimpers at the feeling of the hot semen, and Jongin wastes no time in forcing his boyfriend's legs apart to run the flat of his tongue along the dark haired male's thighs to taste the honey.

"J-Jongin," Kyungsoo stutters out, looking down to see Jongin staring up at him through hooded eyes, wet tongue sticking out to draw figures of eight on his skin.

Jongin sucks a spot on Kyungsoo's inner thigh, teeth grazing over the sticky skin. Kyungsoo's wrist flicks up on his cock and he comes with a scream, body convulsing with pleasure.

Jongin gives Kyungsoo's thighs once last suck and a squeeze before he moves up to lie on top of his boyfriend. "You're mine," he murmurs possesively into Kyungsoo abdomen, and Kyungsoo grins.

They stay like that for a bit, Kyungsoo's knees hanging off the table and Jongin half lying on the older as his legs are too week to hold himself up.

"Oh my God, I'm so gross," Kyungsoo frowns down at his boyfriend's mop of brown hair, "Jongin, get up or you're going to be glued to me if you stay here."

"What if I want to be glued to you?" Jongin says tiredly, not showing any signs of moving. "Then we can be together forever."

"Don't make me slap you with a pancake," Kyungsoo threatens and Jongin reluctantly pushes himself up.

The brunette takes Kyungsoo's hands in his to pull the older up as well, so now Jongin is standing between his boyfriend's legs and Kyungsoo is still sitting on the table.

"Ugh," Kyungsoo shudders, "I can feel everything drying!"

"Let's go shower," Jongin suggests and brushes Kyungsoo's sweat slicked fringe away from his forehead to press a kiss to the older's hairline. "And then we eat pancakes for real."

"Okay. Go warm up the water, I'll shove our clothes in the washer before I join you."

Jongin grins and gives Kyungsoo a sweet kiss on the lips before pulling away. "You're not allowed to wear those pants to work ever again, by the way."

Kyungsoo chuckles, "Tough day at work?"

"You don't even know." Jongin sighs and exits the dining room. "I didn't even know you owned ripped skinny jeans." The younger shouts as he's padding down the hallway to Kyungsoo's bathroom.

"Um, yeah," Kyungsoo calls after him, sifting through the things in his bag for his phone, "They're new. Just bought them."

"Oh, okay," is Jongin's answer and then Kyungsoo hears the water turn on.

The male runs to the kitchen to rinse his hands of the honey and cum before he crouches down with his phone in his hands, quickly typing out a message.

[To: Byun Baekhyung
thx for the jeans, but u may not want them back]

[To: Kyungbutt <3
idk ur ass has been in them so maybe i do want them back]

[To: Byun Baekhyung
ur disgusting.]

[To: Kyungbutt <3
and ur thighs are sexy]

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, putting his phone down on the kitchen counter. He reminds himself to thank Baekhyun in person tomorrow at work for jeans as he runs to join his boyfriend in the shower.

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A/N: I'm sorry not sorry. Kyungsoo's thighs are love. Kyungsoo's thighs are life. Even though I fail at writing smut idek I love them SooThighs

I'm sorry if this is a complete fail, idk how to write things. T^T (This is 6,632 words of word vomit from a pervert.)

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Notice

bffimagine — Mon, 30 Jun 2014 04:48:30 GMT

Hello everyone,

I am very sorry to inform you that my fics are now members-locked in this community. I have been made aware of some plagiarism of my work on various different sites, which has both saddened and disheartened me as a writer. I was very much excited to get back into writing this summer but this recent incident has left me feeling unmotivated.

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That Awkward Situation (Part 6)

hyuukie — Mon, 13 Aug 2012 05:26:10 GMT

Title: That Awkward Situation
Author: hyuukie
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Part: 6
Summary: After finding out that they had drunken intercourse, Jaejoong and Yunho justify that the most responsible thing to do is start a relationship.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys :(

Previous: P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5

Yoochun was surprised to hear muffled sobs beside him. From his peripheral vision, he could see tears staining Junsu's cheeks and the lower half of his face covered by a tissue.

The movie was coming to the end, and Yoochun didn't know whether or not to comfort his friend; maybe put an arm around his shoulders or offer him more tissue?

"I'm going to be alone forever!" Junsu cried out once the credits started to roll, and a fresh batch of tears rolled down the sides of his face.

Yoochun scooted over to close the gap between them on the couch and slung an arm around Junsu's shoulders. He pulled the younger into a hug, and Junsu immediately buried his face into the warm chest.

"Stop crying, okay?"

"I can't! Why did we watch this movie! It just proves how lonely I am!" Junsu continued to weep, and Yoochun felt the front of his shirt start to stick to his collarbone. "I've never been in a relationship, and I've never had my first kiss! I'm so pathetic!"

Yoochun whispered comforting words into Junsu's ear, and the crying slowly came to a stop.

Junsu pulled away slightly, so he was face to face with his friend, and sniffed. "You're a great friend, Yoochun."

Yoochun didn't respond and instead placed a gentle finger underneath Junsu's chin and moved closer. "I can solve that kiss problem..." He muttered before his lips met Junsu's.

"What are you two doing?" Changmin blinked from his spot at the doorframe, and the two older men ripped apart from each other, quickly scrambling to opposite ends of the couch. "You guys were kissing! You guys just kissed!"

"That's not how it happened, you liar," Yoochun rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. "If you're going to tell the story, tell it right, you douche."

"It is how it happened, I swear!" Changmin shifted his chair closer to Jaejoong, "Jaejoong, Yunho, you believe me, right?"

Jaejoong lazily drank from his cup and moved his gaze from Changmin to Junsu, "How did it really happen?"

"Well---"

"Like that! It happened like that!" Changmin protested, his eyebrows furrowed together. Yoochun rolled his eyes again.

"Hey, wasn't that scene in a movie..." Yunho rested his head in his right hand, his nose scrunching up in thought, "Er, the movie The Perfect Match?"

"Shut up, Yunho." Changmin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

The five were sitting in a café across the street from their office building during lunch break. They decided to walk out together, agreeing that a lot needed to be discussed.

"Changmin, you're so stupid. We just watched The Perfect Match yesterday with you." Junsu twirled the contents of his beverage around in its glass with his straw.

"So how did it really happen?" Jaejoong asked again, pushing his sunglasses farther up the bridge of his nose. He was frustrated with explaining to everyone about his eye, and borrowed a pair of sunglasses from a coworker. He just told everyone his limp was from taking a tumble down the stairs.

Yoochun sighed, "Junsu and I went to Changmin's house yesterday to review some documents, and we ended up staying for dinner. After, we watched The Perfect Match and as Su and I got up to leave, Changmin bumped into me. The domino effect took place, and our lips met, that's how it happened."

Junsu's face flushed red and he cradled his head in his arms on the table. "My first kiss, gone! With a guy! With Yoochun of all people too!"

"Hey! What's wrong with me?"

"It's... Well... You're, you know, Yoochun." Junsu turned his head to the side so Yoochun only saw the left side of his friend's face.

"At least it wasn't Changmin," Jaejoong said plainly, as if news of his friends kissing was no big deal.

"Hey!" Changmin's bottom lip stuck out, "What's wrong with me?"

"Don't you have a trial, Mr. Lawyer?" Jaejoong ignored Changmin's question and pointed at the clock hanging on the wall.

Changmin's head whipped around and he gasped, "Shit!" The male stood up and almost knocked his chair over. "Shit shit shit!"

Jaejoong, Yunho, Yoochun and Junsu watched as Changmin stumbled out of the café, practically tripping over his own feet and struggling to put on his blazer, his coffee cup bouncing from one hand to the other.

"So what now, you guys gonna date now that Yoochun's stolen your first kiss?" Jaejoong joked.

"At least I didn't take his virginity," Yoochun countered, and Junsu giggled.

Jaejoong's smile evapourated and he extended his arm out to use his thumb and third finger to flick Yoochun's forehead.

"So moving on to you two. You've done it again, huh? How was your second time getting laid, Yunho?" Yoochun remained composed after Jaejoong's attack to his forehead and wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Yunho had a spit take and the contents of his drink that used to be in his mouth ended up all over Junsu.

"Ugh!" Junsu shrieked and Jaejoong winced at his friend's loud outburst, while Yoochun automatically held up his napkin for the younger to take.

Yunho started coughing, trying to clear the liquid in his windpipe.

Jaejoong, his ears still ringing, patted Yunho's back in a steady rhythm.

"I wouldn't know," Yunho finally responded and Jaejoong's pounding to his back died down. "I don't remember it."

"Did you guys really screw then?" Junsu mumbled as he wiped his face. Yunho stared at him apologetically.

"Well then I guess an elf snuck into my room at night and beat me with a bat," Jaejoong retorted, rubbing his lower back.

"You could've slept in a weird position," Junsu offered.

"When we woke up we were both vertical and parallel to each other," Yunho said, emphasizing his point by holding his arms up side by side.

"And I see that Jaejoong's given you fresh bite marks," Yoochun lightly tapped Yunho's left forearm and chuckled when his older friend yelped and nearly fell out of his chair. "I also see that the skin's still sensitive."

"Yeah, well you kissed Junsu!" Jaejoong shot back, trying to change the subject.

"Ugh!" Junsu's hands found their way to his hair and Yoochun rolled his eyes.

"It was an accident!" Yoochun defended.

"But it still happened."

"Right, like you and Yunho having sex."

"I think!" Yunho stood up abruptly, startling his three friends. "I think lunch break is over."

"Yunho's right," Junsu stood up as well, "Plus this conversation is getting awkward, and I don't like awkward situations."

Yoochun and Jaejoong looked at each other, their gazes not quite meeting as the sunglasses Jaejoong wore created a wall between them. They nodded to one another, signalling truce.

Yunho helped Jaejoong out of his chair and the four made their way back to the office.
__________________________________________

"I've been thinking."

Jaejoong's eyes didn't leave the TV screen, and he didn't bother to pause eating his ice cream when he spoke. "About what?"

Changmin had invited himself and everyone else over to Jaejoong's house for a celebratory dinner; the lawyer was extremely giddy because the trial had ended exceptionally well.

Jaejoong didn't protest because he didn't feel like going anywhere, especially not in public, so he was thankful he was saved from driving.

Junsu, who still felt jumpy and cautious around Yoochun, called it quits after dinner and went home. Jaejoong didn't miss the pout on Yoochun's lips when Junsu closed the door behind him and he was sure everyone felt the change in his mood without the presence of the younger male.

Yoochun left fifteen minutes later, using the excuse of 'I'm tired'.

Changmin left half an hour after Yoochun, finally getting bored of beating Yunho on Jaejoong's Xbox, and muttering something along the lines of 'gatherings are only fun with all five of us'.

So at eleven PM, Jaejoong and Yunho were left lounging on the couch, TV on, bowls of ice cream in their hands.

"About our relationship."

Jaejoong sighed. He knew this talk would come. He lowered the volume of the TV and twisted his upper body so he could look at Yunho. "Okay, then let's talk."

"But I wasn't thinking about talking." Yunho was fiddling with the hem of his shirt and his gaze was down as he set his bowl of ice cream aside on the glass coffee table in front of him.

Jaejoong's right eyebrow quirked upwards, and he too placed his empty bowl on the table. "Then what---"

Jaejoong didn't get to finish his sentence because Yunho had magically appeared in front of him and was invading his personal space, their noses brushed against each other and Jaejoong could count every single eyelash attached to Yunho's eyelids.

Yunho's left hand was resting on Jaejoong's left thigh, and his right hand had found its way to Jaejoong's right shoulder.

In one swift movement, Yunho's lips were pressed lightly to Jaejoong's.

Yunho's lips were warm and cool, and even though the kiss was simple and sweet, Jaejoong heard his heartbeat in his ears.

Yunho pulled away, their foreheads resting together, his eyes looking into Jaejoong's own light brown ones, waiting for his reaction.

"Did you just... Did you just kiss me?" Jaejoong uttered out. Because he had never really kissed Yunho properly, or even officially, because the one in the bar a few nights ago didn't count, as Yunho was drunk out of his mind and Jaejoong was doing it for the game.

And the rest of their kisses were due to alcohol and both Jaejoong and Yunho didn't remember any of them.

"I'm pretty sure I did." Yunho whispered, his voice low and barely audible.

Jaejoong clutched fistfuls of Yunho's shirt, having no idea when his hands got there. "Have you... Have you consumed any alcohol?"

"No... Have you?"

Jaejoong stared right back into Yunho's eyes, the chocolate brown orbs were soft and the older male found himself melting inside a little bit. "No." And then he pulled Yunho forward and smashed their lips together again, his hands abandoning Yunho's shirt for his neck and cheek.

Jaejoong lifted his legs up to lay them across Yunho's thighs and he turned his body fully to face him. The younger leaned forward so his chest was flush against Jaejoong's and the older's back was touching the arm rest.

Yunho boldly put a hand under Jaejoong's shirt to touch his bare waist.

The movement sent shivers up Jaejoong's spine and he put a hand over the one that was resting on his waist, lacing their fingers together as it ventured up to his chest.

Yunho could feel Jaejoong's heartbeat. It was racing, and Yunho knew his heartbeat reciprocated the same speed.

Yunho stilled, as did Jaejoong, and the whole room went completely silent. Their lips remained attached as they stared into each other's eyes and listened to their heartbeats.

Jaejoong's tongue slipped past his lips and once they made contact with Yunho's lips, the silence and stillness broke.

Yunho's tongue met Jaejoong's in his mouth and he maneuvered one of Jaejoong's legs around so he was in between the older's legs.

Jaejoong hooked his free arm around Yunho's neck and wrapped his legs around Yunho's waist to pull him impossibly closer.

Yunho ran his tongue along Jaejoong's upper row of teeth, and that should've been weird, but damn, it felt so good.

Jaejoong let out a gasp and Yunho took his chance to explore his mouth even more, his tongue trying to cover every inch of Jaejoong's hot cavern.

While Yunho ravished Jaejoong's mouth, the smaller male guided the younger's hand, the hand the he was still holding, to his lower back.

Yunho caressed the skin underneath his palm and Jaejoong responded to his touch by bucking his hips up.

Their arousals touched and only then did both realize they were hard and very much turned on, all from a make out session.

"Your hand can go lower," Jaejoong said when Yunho's lips left his for air, "I don't bite."

"Really?" Yunho licked the shell of Jaejoong's ear and took his earlobe between his teeth. He then kissed the corner of the raven haired man's mouth, "What if I want you too?"

Jaejoong did not want to admit that that statement made him hot and bothered, so he just squirmed under Yunho, causing more friction in between. "You're pretty good at dirty talk, are you sure you were a virgin before?"

"Positive. Unless, you know, someone raped me in my sleep."

"Are you sure you don't remember having sex with me before?"

"Let's just say that I'm a natural." Yunho flashed a grin to Jaejoong, hoping the red in his cheeks didn't ruin the charming effect he was going for.

"Natural, right." Jaejoong rolled his eyes as Yunho chuckled.

And fuck, that chuckle really shouldn't have been the sexiest thing Jaejoong's heard all day.

Jaejoong unhooked his arm from around Yunho's neck to unbutton and shove his hand down the front of the younger's pants.

Yunho's laugh immediately stopped and he spluttered when he felt a hand grip his erection through his boxers.

"Ah, shit!"

"Don't get cocky, dear, we're not done." Jaejoong smiled sweetly and continued to stroke Yunho, who couldn't form coherent words.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jaejoong's phone.

"Ignore it." Jaejoong moved his hand into Yunho's underwear and he palmed Yunho's member. He wasn't used to touching another man, he was used to a woman's body, but so many girls had done to him what he was doing to Yunho, so he just followed what his memory of his other sexual encounters told him to do.

"Did you really think I wouldn't ignore it?" Yunho managed to say, his toes curling in pleasure as Jaejoong thumbed the slit of his cock.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Maybe it's important."

Jaejoong shot Yunho a glare, "Seriously? I'm trying to give you a hand job and you want me to pick up the phone?"

Yunho's lips pressed into thin line and he furrowed his eyebrows.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jaejoong looked at Yunho's facial expression, not sure if the younger male's furrowed eyebrows were from pleasure or worry.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Fine! I'll pick up the goddamn phone!" Jaejoong huffed and removed his hand from Yunho's pants and untangled his fingers from Yunho's hand. He reached over and took his phone, flipping it open furiously. "What?!"

"Whoa, why do you sound so angry?"

"What do you want?"

"... Did I interrupt something?"

"What hell do you want, Yoochun?"

"Calm down, geez. I'm locked out of my apartment. Can you come help me?"

"What? No." Jaejoong sat up straight, his forehead knocking into Yunho's.

Yunho muffled a yell.

"Please?"

Jaejoong let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine."

"And Jae...?"

"What?"

"Do... Do you know if Junsu's seeing anyone?"

"Huh? No. Why?" Jaejoong unwrapped his legs from around Yunho and stood up, thankful that his conversation with Yoochun killed his erection.

Yunho seemed to calm down from his excitement as well, and he too stood up.

"Er, I'll tell you later. Get here soon, 'kay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Hang tight."

Jaejoong grumbled as he closed his phone and put it in his back pocket. "Damn Yoochun..."

Yunho laughed a little, despite being cock blocked. "Locked out again?"

"Ugh, yeah. Let's go." Jaejoong grabbed his car and house keys, and searched in the little bowl by his front door for Yoochun's labelled house key.

When the five of them moved permanently into their respective houses, they had all given each other copies of their house keys in case.

Jaejoong labelled his, colour coded them, and kept them in a ceramic bowl he made at Junsu's eighth birthday party.

"Are you going to kill him for the cock block?" Yunho joked.

"Oh yeah, for sure."

"Haha. Wait, you're joking right?"

Jaejoong didn't answer as he locked his front door after Yunho stepped out.

"Jaejoong?"

Again, when Jaejoong didn't answer, Yunho feared for his friend's life.
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Posted from my iPod, so idek what it looks like.

Feel free to point out grammar/spelling mistakes! :)

That Awkward Situation (Part 5)

hyuukie — Tue, 17 Jul 2012 06:13:21 GMT

Title: That Awkward Situation
Author: hyuukie
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Part: 5
Summary: After finding out that they had drunken intercourse, Jaejoong and Yunho justify that the most responsible thing to do is start a relationship.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Previous: P1 | P2 | P3 | P4

"Jaejoong? Yunho?"

They stopped in their tracks and slowly turned around.

"Are... Are you two on a date?"

Yunho flushed red, contemplating whether or not to remove his arm from around Jaejoong's waist. His fingers curled around the fabric of the other male's shirt and he tugged down, causing Jaejoong to shift uncomfortably.

Jaejoong cleared his throat and tried to subtly pry Yunho's hand off of his shirt, but the slightly younger had a death grip. "What? Date? That's crazy, Taeyeon. Why would we be on a---"

"WE'RE ON A DATE." Yunho blurted, cutting Jaejoong off and the latter face palmed.

"Seriously? You're really just going to give it away like that...?" Jaejoong tilted his head up to give Yunho the 'what-the-fuck' face.

To their surprise, Taeyeon smiled.

"That's so awesome!" She clasped her hands together and squealed. Yunho and Jaejoong glanced at each other, confused. "Does anyone else know you two are a couple? Omo, I have to tell Tiffany!"

"Tiffany? Tiffany's here?" Yunho's hands immediately abandoned Jaejoong's waist and went to his head, trying to pat down any strands of hair that were sticking out.

Taeyeon noticed his actions and giggled, "Yeah, we're on a date too."

Jaejoong almost dropped the cotton candy he was holding, and if the damn sugar treat wasn't so important to him, he might have let it fall to the ground.

Yunho choked on his own spit and Jaejoong strated to pat the taller male's back. "What?!"

"We've been a couple for a while, guys. But I'm really glad you two are a couple! I'm so relieved!" Taeyeon let out a sigh and reached out to take a piece of Jaejoong's cotton candy.

Jaejoong tried to dig up any incidences in his head with Taeyeon and Tiffany at the office that hinted that they were together. Nothing popped into his head.

"Why... Why are you relieved?" Yunho asked after a pause of silence, which consisted of the two males watching the young woman cheerfully snack on Jaejoong's candy.

"I've seen the looks you give Fany at work, Yunho. We all see them." Taeyeon pulled out her phone and flipped it open, "Tiffany's on her way over. She went to go get drinks and fries before the fireworks start."

Yunho's ears and cheeks tinted pink and Jaejoong swore he felt heat radiate off of the younger male.

Then Jaejoong tried to dig up any incidences at work where Yunho gave Tiffany 'looks'.

And boy, were there a lot.

"Oh. My. God, you... You... You like Tiffany!" Jaejoong pointed at Yunho accusingly, then he started to shake his finger around, pratically flailing his arms. "You like Fany! You like Fany! And you didn't even tell me! Screw that, how could I have not figured that out before?!"

Yunho spluttered and slapped Jaejoong's index finger down and away from his face, "I... I most certainly do not like Tiffany! Well, maybe I did, but I don't anymore!"

Taeyeon's eyebrows furrowed together, "Wait, Jaejoong, you didn't know? He's been infatuated with her since she arrived at the office..."

"You didn't tell me about your secret crush on Tiffany for two years!?"

"You guys aren't going to break up, right?" Taeyeon gasped and started to wail, throwing Jaejoong and Yunho off guard, "I'VE RUINED A RELATIONSHIP!!"

"What?" Jaejoong rushed to the crying girl's side and covered her mouth, trying to muffle her sobs. People were staring. "I was just shocked. I'm not mad."

"You're not?" Yunho blinked.

"Mmm mm?" Taeyeon tried to say behind Jaejoong's hand.

"Why would I be mad about a crush? I'm just mad you didn't inform me about it, your best friend in the whole world. Have you told the other three?"

Yunho scratched his head, happy Jaejoong wasn't angry with him, but a bit deflated that he wasn't jealous. "Er, no. I knew it wasn't going anywhere, because Tiffany told me she had a lover already, so I didn't make a move or anything."

Taeyeon blushed and wiped away her tears, "Well now you know who it is."

As if on cue, Tiffany popped up beside Taeyeon, handing her a drink so she could hold the plate of fries and her own drink properly. "Hey Jaejoong, Yunho!"

Yunho awkwardly looked away, finding it suddenly weird to make eye contact with Tiffany.

"Hi Fany!" Jaejoong waved lazily. A million things ran through his head as he gazed at Tiffany.

Of course it was normal for Yunho to like Tiffany. She was cute. And a girl. Before any of this happened, this whole 'sleeping-with-my-best-friend-and-going-on-a-date-with-him', Yunho was straight. He probably still was. He was just currently confused, It made sense.

But it didn't sit well with Jaejoong, and he found himself completely lost on the thought train to notice he had been dragged to a spot on the grass to sit.

When he felt arms enclose around his waist and a weight drop onto his shoulder, Jaejoong turned his head to the side and let out a painful yelp when his forehead collided with Yunho's.

"... What are you doing?" Jaejoong rubbed the spot where he hit his forehead, and he unconciously lifted his other hand to massage the red spot on Yunho's forehead as well.

"Um, hugging you...?" Yunho answered lamely, his eyes asking Jaejoong if it was okay.

Jaejoong spotted Yunho's long legs on either side of his legs, and he rolled his eyes, ignoring the tingly feeling in his fingertips. This was so couple-y.

The sounds of clapping and high pitched 'kya's' made Jaejoong and Yunho avert their attention to their female co-workers.

They were watching them intently, their own hands locked together tightly.

"You guys are so cute!" Taeyeon leaned into Tiffany and quickly pulled out her phone to take a picture.

Yunho buried his face into the back of Jaejoong's neck, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Jaejoong pursed his lips, amused.

"You guys should come out drinking with us. We don't want to go alone~" Tiffany suggested, laughing at the picture on Taeyeon's phone.

"Why not? I really could use a drink..." Jaejoong mumbled, squirming a bit when he felt Yunho's lips brush against his neck.

Loud cracks and snaps startled the four, and they lifted their heads to see bright lights illuminate the night sky.
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Jaejoong groaned at the beeping sound that was blaring at high volume.

Why did he go drinking on a work night?

He didn't want to open his eyes, and he blindly reached out to the side to throw his alarm clock at the wall.

Except his alarm clock wasn't there.

Jaejoong was then very much aware of the arm that was slung across his abdomen.

And he screamed, like he always does when he wakes up in a foreign bed.

Another scream accompanied his, and as usual, he rolled off of the bed and smacked his face right on the corner of a foreign bedside table.

And of course, he was naked.

"J-Jaejoong?"

"Goddamn, not again!" Jaejoong yelled, half in pain, half in frustration, and yanked the blanket off of the bed to cover himself up. Through a blurry eye, the one he wasn't that wasn't pitch black due to a previous hit, Jaejoong saw an outline of a person, who he assumed to be Yunho.

"Should I get ice?"

"No! You're not getting me ice!" Jaejoong abruptly stood up, only to flop onto the bed. "Shit!" His eye hurt. His back hurt. His head hurt. But the worst was, his back hurt.

"We... We..."

"We fucked again, and I don't remember a damn thing!" Yunho flinched at his friend's words. He was evidently not as hungover as the older male. "Do you remember anything?"

Yunho shook his head rapidly from side to side. "But I'm not as hungover."

"That's because you're a lightweight, and since you don't consume as much alcohol, you sober up good in the mornings." Jaejoong grumbled, his face planted into Yunho's sheets. "What time is it?"

"Six thirty."

"Ugh, we better get ready for work."

"Should... Should we talk about this?"

Jaejoong shifted his head to look at Yunho. He instantly saw the fresh bite marks on Yunho's left arm. "Not now, I'm already dying."
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"Hey Jaejoong, Yunho, guess what Yoochun and Junsu--- Whoa. What happened to you?" Changmin's eyes widened at the sight of Jaejoong limping and leaning on Yunho for support, and the blue, purple, and green bruise on Jaejoong eye.

"I don't want to talk about it." Jaejoong muttered as Yunho led him into his office and carefully lowered him into his seat. He winced at the contact of his butt to the chair, and thanked the makers of the chair that the seat was cushioned.

"We had thing last night again." Yunho exclaimed, and words just tumbled out of his mouth, "Last night we met up with Taeyeon and Tiffany at the carnival and then we went drinking and then in the morning we were both in my bed. It's really annoying that we never remember doing this stuff."

It was quiet, and Jaejoong didn't stop glaring at Yunho, who blushed and smiled weakly in apology.

"Ahaha!" Changmin doubled over and slapped his knee, and Jaejoong grimaced at the noises. "Oh my goodness, that's so funny! That's much worse than what Yoochun and Junsu did!"

Yunho raised an eyebrow questioningly as he rubbed Jaejoong's back in soothing circles. "What did Yoochun and Junsu do?"

"Well, since you guys are pretty bummed out about sleeping together and stuff, I'll tell you... You know how Junsu has never had his first kiss? And Yoochun has never kissed a boy? Guess what---"

"Shim Changmin, you promised you wouldn't tell!" Yoochun roared and he barged into Jaejoong's office.

Yunho moved his hands to Jaejoong's temples to apply a bit of pressure as the male had cringed at Yoochun's entrance.

"Don't say anything! You said you wouldn't say anything!" Junsu's voice was now shouting too, followed by Yoochun's equally loud voice and Changmin's laughter.

It was all painful sounds to Jaejoong.

"They... They kissed!" Changmin revealed from behind Junsu's hand over his mouth. He ripped Junsu's hand away from his mouth and in between sobs of laughter, he hollered, "YOOCHUN AND JUNSU KISSED!"

Yoochun started to sulk in a corner of Jaejoong's office and Junsu was repeatedly hitting Changmin's shoulder.

"Guys, don't be ashamed, Jaejoong and Yunho had sex again!"

"Changmin!" Jaejoong whined.

"This is awkward..." Yunho whispered to himself as he watched Changmin roll on the floor and gasp for air, Junsu cry in the same corner as a depressed Yoochun, and as he rubbed the temples of a moaning and hungover Jaejoong.
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I guess I support TaeNy? (Using Tiffany's name is still a bit weird, but, w/e) Twinkle! Twinkle! :)

I love Yoochun/Junsu, but I don't know if I should create a story for them..

Anyway, please point out grammar/spelling errors! :)

gifs not mine, :)

Department Store Beds

hyuukie — Fri, 13 Jul 2012 06:35:43 GMT

Title: Department Store Beds
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung, ninja!Kikwang/Dongwoon
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut, swearing
Summary: A sexually frustrated Junhyung tells Doojoon what he thinks of the beds in department stores.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, sadly.

"Do you think we need more dishes and utensils? I know Kikwang broke a few plates when he made breakfast last week..."

"I don't know, I also don't care." Junhyung responded boredly, stopping behind the leader.

BEAST decided to take a shopping trip to the mall to get away and relax a little, but also because they did really want to go shopping. Yoseob and Hyunseung wanted to buy some clothes, Kikwang and Dongwoon wanted to check out electronics, and Doojoon thought it would be the perfect time to go buy any random but important necessities.

They kept a low profile, wearing hats and glasses, but nothing too suspicious, and since it was a Sunday, the mall wasn't busy. In fact, most stores were even deserted, and they were all run by old folks who didn't even know who they were.

"What do you think of this dish set? It says it has six dishes. That's perfect, right?" Doojoon reached out and took a box off of the little table and held it up.

"Can we shop for something else?"

"Like what?" Doojoon placed the box carefully inside the shopping cart and turned around to face his boyfriend, only to find the younger male's face centimeters away from his own. The leader felt his ears go red.

"Let's go to the bed section." Junhyung whispered lowly, his breath tickling Doojoon's lips.

"W-What? W-W-Why?" Doojoon quickly backed up, glancing around nervously. The department store was huge, quiet and empty, but you never knew who was watching. "We don't need beds."

"But I like looking at them. Jeez, can't a guy browse?"

Doojoon blinked. "Er, okay, if you really want to."

Junhyung walked past the leader and practically bolted down the store. Doojoon lost sight of him when the rapper rounded a corner, and since he had to push a cart, he was much slower.

"You could wait, you know, I'm pushing the---" Doojoon stopped mid sentence. He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him and the room's temperature suddenly rose a few degrees.

Junhyung was sitting on the edge of a queen sized cream bed. He was leaning back onto his hands and his legs were spread. Wide open. "You know what I think of whenever I see nice store beds?" The rapper's thighs parted even more and his tongue darted out to swipe his upper lip. He was tracing light circles with his right hand on the sheets of the cream bed, and Doojoon swallowed, wishing the room's air wasn't so suffocating.

"W-What?" Doojoon replied hoarsely, his hands dropping unconciously from the shopping cart.

Junhyung scooted back further onto the bed and lifted his legs up, "I think of how comfortable they look. And how great it would feel if you fucked me into the mattress."

Doojoon's brain exploded at his boyfriend's words, and he cursed himself for wearing jeans. Of all days to wear jeans. And Junhyung looked so deliciously edible, lying down on the bed, his eyes hooded behind his glasses and his legs still open.

"R-Really? That thought of store beds never crossed my mind before," Doojoon forced a laugh, and once again, his eyes darted around the empty store. "We should check out those pillows!" The leader abandoned his cart in favour of running to the shelves with pillows neatly lined up. Anything to get away from the sight of his boyfriend on the bed.

Junhyung frowned, irritated, and hopped off the bed to follow his boyfriend.

Yes, he was frustrated. Sexually frustrated. Why?Because BEAST had had a busy schedule for the past two months and Junhyung and Doojoon barely had any time together. Alone.

The rest of the BEAST members knew the two were together, heck, even Kikwang and Dongwoon got together not too long after, and even their manager knew, so fanservice and little touches of affection didn't bother anyone and they didn't have to hide their relationship. Fans loved hugs and kisses on the cheek anyway.

But alone time was important too, and after two months of nothing going farther than hugging, not even kissing or making out, Junhyung was horny as hell.

And finally Sunday came, their day off, and the members wanted to go shopping. Junhyung had a pocket full of condoms and then Doojoon went and agreed to go shopping too.

What a jerk.

"This pillow, it's got nice designs." Doojoon struggled to form words when two warm hands rested themselves on his stomach, and he gasped in surprise when he was roughly turned around and shoved into the pillow shelf, Junhyung's chest pressed flush against his chest.

"Yoon Doojoon, I want you to plow me like a cornfield."

Doojoon squeaked at the words and pushed Junhyung back, quickly putting back the pillow and moving on to the blanket shelf. He picked up a red blanket and unfolded it, holding it up to create a barrier between him and his boyfriend. "Red's a lovely colour, no?"

Junhyung swatted the blanket away and it fell to the floor. "I'm not wearing underwear."

Doojoon exhaled shakily and moved around the shelf to a clothing rack with bathrobes, "Haha, what an appropriate thing to say in a very public place where someone could walk by any second." He snatched a robe and covered Junhyung with it.

Junhyung threw the robe off and strode up to Doojoon. He gripped the front of the older male's white v-neck and pulled him down to eye level, though the two didn't differ that much in height. "You don't even have to move, I'll just ride you." The rapper moved forward to kiss his boyfriend, but the leader managed to pry Junhyung's fingers from his shirt and escape.

"O-Oh look!" Doojoon knew the tent in his pants was showing, but he didn't care. He had to resist.

He'd be lying if he he said he didn't want to fuck Junhyung's brains out on a pretty, blue store bed. In fact, he really, really did. But he was a responsible leader, and responsible leaders don't have sex with their ridiculously hot boyfriends in public places, no matter how deserted the place is, and no matter how turned on they are.

"D-Didn't Yobseo say he needed pajama pants?" And now he was getting tongue tied, not even pronouncing his bandmate's name right. He practically ripped the pants off of the hanger and backed up and away from the male advancing towards him. In panic, he threw the flimsy article of clothing at his boyfriend and yelped when the backs of his knees came in contact with something soft and he fell backwards.

On to a bed, of course.

Doojoon gulped and scanned the area, mentally face palming when he realized his and Junhyung's little chase had gone in a circle and the two were now back in the bed section, but this bed was in a little secluded corner. There was even a shelf blocking one side of the bed and several clothing racks were hiding the bed. How convenient.

Junhyung didn't discard the pajama pants as he slowly got on the bed too, grinning at the sight of Doojoon trapped. "A blue bed? Perfect."

Before Doojoon could roll off or get away, Junhyung had swiftly and neatly tied his left forearm to a bed post. He questioned how the rapper was so good at tying fast knots.

"J-Jun-baby, please don't do this." Doojoon was now desparate. There were probably cameras catching their every move, and the leader knew, he just knew , someone was bound to walk by and discover them. He tilted his head up and used the puppy dog look.

Lust filled eyes met big round orbs.

"I know that's supposed to be cute and all, but I'm like, super horny, so all that's doing is feeding fuel to the fire." Junhyung straightened out Doojoon's legs and moved up to straddle his boyfriend's lap.

Doojoon let out a weird noise; he tried to hold back a moan, but it ended up coming out anyway, in a very strange sound. The feeling of his clothed erection against Junhyung's clothed one sent him over the edge, and the thought and fear of being caught completely disappeared.

Junhyung placed a hand behind Doojoon's head and connected their lips. His free hand found its way up the leader's shirt and was exploring every muscle and line on the male's body.

Doojoon moaned into Junhyung's mouth, unable to concentrate on what Junhyung's mouth was doing, what his hands were doing, and what his hips were doing. He started to feel dizzy and shut his eyes, his palms clenched into tight fists, his left wrist straining against the pajama pants.

Junhyung rolled his hips down, his ass creating friction with Doojoon's arousal, and his tongue shot out to lick the older's bottom lip teasingly. The hand that was behind Doojoon's head tangled itself in his black hair and was tugging it in a painful yet pleasurable way, and his right hand tweaked a nipple.

Just as Doojoon opened his mouth to welcome Junhyung's tongue, the younger started to suck on his upper lip, his teeth lightly nipping the flesh. The hand underneath his shirt vanished and Doojoon whined at the lost touch, only to be greeted with it again in his pants.

Doojoon already felt hot and wet and dirty all over, and he honestly didn't know when Junhyung had unzipped his pants. He was, however, very aware that his erection was now standing up in the open, cool air, and that Junhyung's tongue was now pressing against his.

Damn, Junhyung could multitask.

The rapper gripped Doojoon's hard member and the leader mewled, melting under Junhyung's magical fingers. Junhyung continued to stroke Doojoon, smearing his precum up and down the length.

Junhyung broke the kiss and rested his forehead onto Doojoon's, his breath ragged and heavy, "How do you feel, baby?"

"Ahh, grro..." Doojoon found he couldn't form words, and instead responded by using his right hand to tug at the waistband of Junhyung's jeans.

Junhyung's hand that was stroking Doojoon thumbed at the tip and covered itself in precum. The rapper kicked his pants off (yes, he really wasn't wearing underwear) and resumed his position in on top of Doojoon.

Junhyung moved farther up the older's lap and lifted his butt slightly in the air to get a better angle. His own erection was pulsing and pressed to Doojoon's exposed stomach.

Just as Junhyung stuck a finger up his ass to prepare himself, Doojoon's free hand reached down and fisted his lover's shaft.

"Fuck!" Junhyung panted, and Doojoon, enjoying the sound of the rapper moaning, leaned forward to lick the bead of sweat running down the younger's neck.

His lips attached themselves to Junhyung's collarbone and he started to suck until his drew blood, his hand still fondling Junhyung's arousal.

Junhyung growled and pulled his fingers out, deciding that he couldn't wait.

He was that sexually frustrated.

Without warning, Junhyung impaled himself on Doojoon's raging erection, and the latter inhaled sharply, the smell on Junhyung and only Junhyung invaded his nostrils.

Junhyung raised himself up as if to pull out before slamming back down.

Doojoon bucked his hips up and prayed he could form one word.

"F-Faster." He mumbled into Junhyung's neck, his right hand still pleasuring his boyfriend and his left hand still tied to the cursed bed post. Sweat was running down his back and his toes curled in bliss.

Junhyung nodded and continued to ride Doojoon's cock, the two gasping and moaning, their hands everywhere and anywhere.

Junhyung abruptly smashed their lips together and Doojoon happily kissed back, finding himself close to his climax.

"Urrg!" Doojoon cried out as he came, and Junhyung soon followed after.

The rapper fell forward, tired, his sweat slicked forehead connecting with Doojoon's.

The leader removed Junhyung's glasses and tossed them aside, staring into his boyfriend's half closed eyes.

"Ugh, next time, you fuck me into the mattress, because I'm fucking drained."

Doojoon chuckled, "You're crazy, but I love you.""

"Not crazy, just horny and sexually frustrated, you jerk."
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-cries- IDEK what I'm doing, I don't usually write smut ._.
It's been a year since I wrote 2Jun. Where's all the 2Jun smut at? :(
It was supposed to be Kikwang/Dongwoon, so maybe I'll write that later.
AND YEAH, THEY HAVE SEX WITH JUNHYUNG'S GLASSES ON, BECAUSE JUNGLASSES IS A MAJOR TURN ON.

Dominant uke Junhyung FTW. ♥

That Awkward Situation (Part 4)

hyuukie — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 06:11:57 GMT

Title: That Awkward Situation
Author: hyuukie
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Part: 4
Summary: After finding out that they had drunken intercourse, Jaejoong and Yunho justify that the most responsible thing to do is start a relationship.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing or DBSK, sadly.

Previous: P1 | P2 | P3

"Argh! What the fuck is this?" Jaejoong stared at himself in the mirror, a scowl gracing his facial features.

"Don't do that, you'll get frown lines. And that makes you really unattractive." Junsu ran a finger horizontally across Jaejoong's forehead, brushing his friend's bangs out of his eyes.

"What's happening? Why am I wearing this suit?" Jaejoong did a three sixty degree turn, inspecting the white tuxedo he was sporting, topped off with a rose pink tie. His bangs were cut just above his eyes and swept to the right, dyed a light brown, and the sides were short. "I don't remember cutting my hair."

"Really? I thought you wanted to cut your hair for your wedding. You told me so, and just last week we went to the hairdresser."

Jaejoong nearly face planted into the mirror at Junsu's words. "Excuse me? My what?!"

"Wedding? In case you forgot," Junsu rolled his eyes and dusted a piece of lint off of Jaejoong's shoulder, "You're getting married today."

"What?! No way!" Jaejoong's eyes doubled in size and he turned away from the mirror to face Junsu. "You're joking! Who?! Who am I getting married to?!"

Junsu took a step back from his friend, in case he made a move to grab him and shake him. People tended to do that when they were in shock and denial. "Are you seriously asking that question?"

"Tell me who the bride is, goddamnit!"

"Not bride... Groom."

Jaejoong didn't break eye contact with Junsu, and the younger male worried his friend's eyes would pop out of their sockets.

"... No." Jaejoong breathed, figuring out who his groom already was. "No. This, this is a joke. A prank. Changmin's just getting back to me because of that time I set his jacket on fire."

"You set Changmin's jacket on fire?"

"THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT!" Jaejoong pushed past his friend to take a white chair and prop it against the wall underneath the high window. "I'm going to climb out of this window, and you're going to help me and then pretend you did not see anything."

Junsu was quick to step in front of Jaejoong, blocking his view and way to the chair he had just set up. "As Yunho's friend, I refuse to let you just walk... Er, climb out on him."

"So it is Yunho! I knew it!" Jaejoong gripped Junsu's right ear and pulled him away to the side. "And as my friend, you'll let me do this."

"Jaejoong, you can't!"

"Why can't I?"

But Jaejoong didn't get a response from the younger. When he turned around to see if Junsu was still there behind him, he was shocked to find that he was no longer in the white room, but in a church. And instead of standing on the metal chair, he was standing in the middle of a pew, looking like an idiot amongst the hundreds of people seated around him.

He scanned the church. everything was white. Everything. The floor, the flowers, the ceiling. He spotted a few familiar faces in the sea of people, and then his eyes finally landed at the front, where the altar was.

Standing there at the front was the priest, Changmin, Yoochun, Junsu and... Yunho. And Jaejoong would be lying if he said the slightly younger male didn't look good in that white tux and blue tie.

"Yah, are you going to come down here to get married or stand there and imitate the CN Tower*?!" Yoochun yelled and Jaejoong heard several people start giggling.

Jaejoong awkwardly cleared his throat and slowly stepped down from the bench. He hung his head low in embarrassment as he maneuvered past people, muttering 'sorry' and 'excuse me'.

Once he was in front of the altar and Yunho, Jaejoong looked up to find the latter grinning at him from ear to ear. He didn't protest when Yunho grabbed his hands, lacing their fingers together.

The priest opened his mouth to start the ceremony---

"The printer's not working!"

All heads snapped towards Changmin, who had moved from his place beside Yoochun. He was now on all fours and nearly underneath the altar, his right hand stroking the marble table.

"What... What are you doing?" Jaejoong breathed out, and from his peripheral vision he saw Yunho's smile falter.

"He's right, and the laminator's also broken." Yoochun was staring at a pot of white flowers that seemed to have taken Changmin's old spot beside him.

"What are you guys talking about?" Jaejoong had never seen this kind of behaviour at a wedding, and it was starting to freak him out. And then it hit him.

Wedding. His wedding. He was getting married.

Jaejoong yanked his hands out of Yunho's grasp, suddenly regretting his decision when the younger's face fell, but did not make a move to put his hands in Yunho's again.

"Do you understand this situation?!" Junsu had somehow teleported in front of him, and Jaejoong soon found himself being shaken by the shoulders. "Jaejoong, snap out of it!"

"What?! What the hell guys?!" Jaejoong managed to shout out, very confused as to the events that were happening.

"Someone slap him!" Yoochun barked.

"I'll do it!" Changmin piped up and was on his feet in a second. He raised his hand and Jaejoong tried to dodge his hand, but found that he couldn't move.

Changmin's palm came in contact with Jaejoong's cheek and---

"AND HE LIVES!" Yoochun's voice was faded and Jaejoong blinked, trying to focus.

"Huh?"

"... You didn't have to hit him, Changmin." Junsu sounded irritated, "That's the third time today."

"Yoochun offered, and who am I to refuse?"

Jaejoong slowly sat up, his head pounding. "Where am I?"

"At work? Where else would you be?"

Jaejoong reached out and touched Yoochun's face, clarifying that the other male was really in front of him. "What time is it?"

"It's nearly five." Yoochun answered. "But back to the main issue. The printer is not working, and the laminator's broken."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Jaejoong rubbed his eyes and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, just in case he had drooled. "Where's Yunho?"

"Oh, you'd like to know, wouldn't you?" Yoochun raised his eyebrows suggestively, casually leaning against the shelf with all the different coloured paper. So they were in the printing room.

"It's not like that!" Jaejoong protested, a million thoughts crossing his mind. "I just had a weird dream, that's all." How the hell did he fall asleep in the printing room? Why was he even in the printing room?

"A dream? About Yunho?" Changmin joined in on the teasing, abondoning his attempts to fix the printer. "What, were you two getting married?"

"Stop it guys, you know Jaejoong would never dream about that kind of thing."

Jaejoong mentally thanked Junsu.

"--- Because you know the dream was about him and Yunho doing it."

And then he mentally kicked Junsu.

Yoochun and Changmin howled with laughter, both men turning back to the broken devices.

Jaejoong decided not to speak about Yunho anymore, "Why are we in the printing room? And how did I fall asleep?"

"Well, Changmin has a trial tomorrow, and I just spoke with his client." Yoochun explained, opening up the front of the laminator, "So Changmin asked Junsu to go print his files and e-mails, but you know how he doesn't like going to the printing room alone, so I accompanied him."

Jaejoong snickered, "Aw, poor baby, still afraid of paper airplanes attacking you and giving you paper cuts the size of a thirty centimeter ruler?"

"You know it's a real thing, Jaejoong, don't deny it! Remember when Hyukjae came out with those gashes on his back that went from---"

"And then we found out the printer was jammed or something, so we called you, Changmin and Yunho to help. And I guess you got bored with us because once you put your head on that table, you were out." Yoochun finished, cutting Junsu off from his 'Hyukjae-almost-bled-to-death-in-the-printer-room' story. But everyone except Junsu knew that the cuts on Hyukjae's back were from Lee Donghae's fingernails when the two thought it would be a good idea to get it on in the printing room.

"Yeah, so it says here that to check out the problems on the printer, you have to go to menu, and then select whatever you think the problem may be." Yunho entered the room, reading off something that looked like a manual. "Try catridges first, you might be missing ink."

"I hope that answers your question as to where Yunho is," Yoochun muttered, elbowing Jaejoong in the ribs.

Yunho turned his head to look at Jaejoong while Changmin did as told, "Oh! You're awake!"

"Er," Jaejoong rubbed the back of his head, very uncomfortable due to his dream. He couldn't get the image of Yunho in a white suit and blue tie out of his head. "Yeah. Hi."

"We're missing black. How lovely." Changmin announced, tapping the printer screen as if his words weren't enough.

"Where are the new catridges?" Junsu stood on his toes to try and see the top shelves.

"I don't know," Jaejoong, Changmin, and Yoochun said in unison. "We don't print things."

Junsu and Yunho gave the three bewildered looks.

Yunho shook his head, "I think they're in one of the cabinets over there. I'll check."

Yoochun examined the laminator while Junsu and Changmin checked out what else could be wrong with the printer.

Jaejoong's eyes followed Yunho's figure as the male opened a greenish grey metal cabinet, imitating Junsu and standing on his tip toes to check the top shelf.

It was then that Jaejoong noticed Yunho was only wearing his blue collared shirt and it was not tucked into his pants. When the younger male reached up to pat around the top shelf, the hem of his shirt rose and Jaejoong unconsciously licked his top lip at the sight of Yunho's exposed tan skin.

"Keep it in your pants, you're going out anyway in two hours," Changmin mused quietly, but loud enough for Jaejoong to hear.

Jaejoong averted his gaze to Changmin and glared.

"Yo, Yunho, you should try the very back of the cabinet, it might be there. Just a suggestion," Changmin called out, and Yunho gave him a thumbs up before lifting both his arms to explore the upper shelf.

Damn you Shim, damn you. Jaejoong growled as more skin was showing. He walked over to Yunho and stood behind him. He cut his brain off and felt his hands rise to the smooth and sunkissed flesh.

Yunho yelped when he felt warm, soft hands touch his lower back. He had found the black ink catridges, but they left his grip when those hands startled him. He spun around to find Jaejoong staring at him equally as shocked, and he retracted his hands as if he had been burned.

The two stared at each other, not breaking eye contact. Jaejoong's fingertips were tingling, and Yunho felt an unfamiliar kind of breeze graze his back.

"I'm growing old here, where's that ink thing?" Changmin's voice broke their eye contact and Yunho gulped, walking past Jaejoong to hand the impatient male the cartridge.

As he passed, Yunho lightly ran a hand down Jaejoong's forearm.

... What?
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Yunho wasn't late, and he pulled into Jaejoong's driveway at exactly 6:49 PM. By the time he mentally prepared himself and did some physical touch ups, it was 6:57 PM. And when he arrived at Jaejoong's front door and rang the door bell, it was 7 PM on the dot.

"Okay, let's do this." Jaejoong said when the door swung open, and Yunho let out a sigh of relief at what the shorter male was wearing.

The printer problem was solved at 5:30 PM, and Yoochun gave up on the laminator. Yunho rushed to pack up his things and leave the office, contemplating on what to wear as he headed home.

He got home at 6:04 PM and was bouncing off the walls, trying to hurry and pick between a suit with the blue tie and just casual clothing. He figured a suit would be too much, and buttoned up a white collared shirt and threw on a blue vest and faded denim jeans.

And by 6:31 he was out the door.

Jaejoong was dressed in a light grey v-neck and also wore jeans.

Good. They were both dressed casually.
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Jaejoong would never admit that he secretly hoped Yunho would show up wearing a white suit, like in his dream, just to see if he looked that good in it in person.

He hid his disappoint well, by blurting out, "Okay, let's do this."

"Right." Yunho swallowed, suddenly very nervous. He felt his palms getting sweaty and he bit his lip, following Jaejoong to his car.

"Where are we going?"

Yunho barely heard his friend over the beating of his heart in his head, realizing he didn't make reservations anywhere. "I'm such an idiot!"

"Why?" Jaejoong buckled himself in. "What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know where we're going, because I didn't really plan anything." Yunho mumbled, cursing himself. He was so intent on getting Jaejoong to agree on the date, and just this morning the other confirmed it. And since it was a work day, he was, well, working.

"I like hot dogs."

"Sorry? Did you say something?"

Jaejoong cleared his throat, "We can just drive around, it doesn't matter. Maybe there are some hot dog vendors around, waiting for us to give them money for a hot dog."

Yunho gaped, and he only nodded when the look on Jaejoong's face showed he was serious.

He backed out of Jaejoong's driveway and headed towards the downtown part of the area, where there was bound to be random things to do.

The ride was silent, music from the radio was softly playing in the background, and Yunho was surprised to hear Jaejoong singing to the song, his voice barely audible.

Yunho parked flush against the curb, figuring that a car was no use downtown at night when a lot of people were walking on the streets. He fed the parking meter and got out of the car, Jaejoong following suit.

"There's something going on tonight," Jaejoong said, acknowledging the crowds of people, more than the usual bunch of teens and adults.

Yunho pointed to a poster plastered onto the parking meter. "3rd Annual SM Night Carnival," he read, feeling Jaejoong's presence by his side.

"Oh, how nice. The Date Gods heard your despair and blessed us with this carnival," Jaejoong joked, tapping Yunho on shoulder, indicating for him to start walking.

Yunho blushed and hung his head so his bangs would cover his eyes. "Haha..."

"Don't beat yourself up, I was only joking." Jaejoong tugged on a lock of Yunho's hair, chuckling when the taller male jerked forward, caught off guard.

"Jaejoong..." Yunho squeaked as the two weaved their way through the many bodies walking aimlessly around, checking out the different activities and food available.

"Yeah? Oh hey! Fireworks at ten o'clock!"

"Should... Should we... Should we hold hands or something?" Yunho asked bashfully, his fingers twitching and the incident where Jaejoong touched his back earlier filled his mind. When he saw the look on Jaejoong's face, he started to stutter, "I mean... O-Only if you w-want too, I... I don't know..."

Jaejoong flipped his frown quickly, trying to beam at his friend. "Sure, if you really want to, er, hold hands."

Be considerate of his feelings. He just said one date, just because we slept together. I mean, come on, I was his first... Jaejoong told himself as Yunho slowly took his hand. We're friends, right? After this, he'll realize there's nothing going on here, and everything will go back to normal.

The two watched a terrifying clown make balloon animals, a man juggle knifes and all sorts of objects, a woman humping a pole (even if it did say she was 'pole dancing'), and different contests citizens participated in.

And the whole time, their hands were locked.

"Cotton candy. We can't attend this carnival and not get cotton candy." Jaejoong stated, practically dragging Yunho towards the stand.

They bought the blue coloured one, and Jaejoong ripped the plastic bag open, ready to stuff his face.

I guess since we are on a date... Jaejoong glanced at Yunho, the two no longer holding hands, and then looked back down at his cotton candy. He ripped a piece off of the big chunk of fluffy goodness and raised it to the taller male's lips.

He would have said "Yunho, say ahhh~", but he wasn't some bubbly girl, so he opted for a different sentence.

"Dude, eat this."

It wasn't the most romantic phrase, but Yunho happily obliged and opened his mouth for Jaejoong to put the candy in.

He didn't expect the younger man's tongue to brush his fingers, even if the contact was only brief.

And yeah, it made him flush red, and swiftly remove his index finger and thumb from Yunho's mouth.

"I haven't had cotton candy in a while." Yunho smiled, his lips tinted the lightest blue. He snaked an arm around Jaejoong's waist, and the older didn't move away as they continued to walk around.

"Jaejoong? Yunho?"

They stopped in their tracks and slowly turned around.

"Are... Are you two on a date?"
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*CN Tower = Toronto's skyline and symbol of Canada (excuse my Canadian-ness and lack of knowledge on stuff/places/buildings in South Korea)

SORRY FOR THE LATENESS! >_< ~~and the fail cliffhanger OTL~~
But I'M FREE FROM EXAMS! :DDDDDDDDDDDD ~~free for two weeks before I start biology in summer school and start Advanced 1 Ballet Exam preparations...~~

Please point out grammar and spelling mistakes! ♥

That Awkward Situation (Part 3)

hyuukie — Wed, 23 May 2012 01:49:22 GMT

Title: That Awkward Situation
Author: hyuukie
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Part: 3
Summary: After finding out that they had drunken intercourse, Jaejoong and Yunho justify that the most responsible thing to do is start a relationship.
A/N: sorry this is so late, forgive me!
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Previous: P1 | P2

"It's... It's coming back..."

"Really? Are you sure?" Junsu brought his legs up and crossed them, lazily doodling on Jaejoong's desk with a pencil. "Or are you just saying that?"

"No, no really, it's... It's kind of blurry, but it's there... A picture..." Jaejoong leaned back in his chair so the front two legs were slightly off of the floor. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, "Me and Yunho... On a bed... Blankets. A pillow. The mattress was comfortable and the light was off..."

Junsu rested his chin in his right palm, "Oh lovely, that gives us so much information."

"I'm starting to doubt myself... What if we really didn't have sex?" Jaejoong let out a fustrated sigh and rocked forward so his chair was level on the floor.

"You guys still kissed. I saw it with my own eyes," Junsu put his index finger on Jaejoong's forehead in between his eyes and playfully pushed him back.

Yunho brushed Jaejoong's bangs out of his eyes and lightly kissed his right temple.

"Wait!" Jaejoong yelled, grabbing Junsu's hand and tugging on it.

Junsu yelped and almost fell off of the older's desk. He gripped the top of Jaejoong's computer screen for support. "What?!"

"I'm getting deja vu!"

"Excuse me?" Junsu raised an eyebrow as he watched Jaejoong clear his desk of all its papers and files before climbing onto its surface too. "What are you doing?"

"When you touched my forehead, I just saw a flash of white!"

Junsu jokingly reached for the phone beside him, "Are you having a seizure? Should I call an ambulance?"

"I'm serious! Junsu, touch me! It'll all come back!"

"You're crazy," Junsu hopped off of Jaejoong's desk to put distance between them, "I'm not touching you."

"But you have too! I'll remember! Please!" Jaejoong scooted off his desk too, but before he could say anything else, his phone started to ring. He glanced at Junsu, giving him a don't-you-dare-leave look before picking up. "Kim Jaejoong."

"You like blue, right? If I wore a blue tie, you wouldn't care? What about shoes? You don't mind steak? Were you the one who went vegan? No, that was Yoochun, wasn't it? But asparagus is okay for you? Is it you or Junsu who's allergic to peanuts? I have a cat at home, you like animals, right? What are your thoughts on porcupines? They're weird, huh?"

Jaejoong nearly broke his phone in his death grip, "I swear on my mom, Yunho, if you call one more time, I'll kill you. I will personally come over to your office just a few doors down and strangle you with your stupid blue tie!" Jaejoong yelled, slamming the receiver down.

Junsu subtly shuffled towards Jaejoong's door, hoping to make a quick escape before the older realized he was still in the office.

"Junsu! Get back here!" Jaejoong barked, and Junsu hung his head as he stepped back to where his friend was. "Touch me, I'll remember, and we'll all be happy."

"Ugh, fine! Where do you want me to start?" Junsu moved closer to Jaejoong and their knees brushed against each other slightly.

"First things first, I want to know if I was the pitcher or catcher."

Junsu snorted, rolling his eyes, "How am I supposed to help you figure that out?"

"Like this." Jaejoong hoisted himself up onto his desk again so his butt was on the surface but his legs were dangling off the edge. He motioned for Junsu to come forward and his friend obeyed.

Junsu tensed up as he stood and settled himself between Jaejoong's legs. He felt his back go stiff as the older wrapped his legs around his waist.

Jaejoong felt as if he would slice Yunho in half with the way he was squeezing the younger's midsection. His muscles tightened, feeling Yunho stroking his abdomen and he let out a shaky breath.

Yunho's hips bucked up and---

"I caught!" Jaejoong screamed lifted his leg suddenly. He accidentally kneed Junsu in ribs, causing the younger to cry in pain. "I was catcher?!"

"Jaejoong? Are you okay? I heard-- WHOA!" Yoochun turned around to leave the room when he saw the position Jaejoong and Junsu were in.

"Will you guys quiet down? The Boss is bound to--- oh." Changmin entered the room, blocking Yoochun's way out. "What the hell are you guys doing?"

Jaejoong unwrapped his legs from around Junsu and flopped backwards onto his desk. "No. No. No. No, my memory must be mistaken."

Junsu held his ribs and scurried over to where Changmin and Yoochun were standing. "He's trying to remember when he and Yunho slept together. He's just clarified that he was the girl."

Changmin burst out into laughter and Yoochun snickered.

"Aren't you two going out on a date tonight?"

"Yeah, do you think you'll get to third base?" Changmin teased. He walked over to the older male who was sprawled on his desk and jokingly started to pet his shoulder.

Yunho was holding onto Jaejoong's shoulder so hard his nails were digging and breaking skin. Jaejoong didn't seem to mind though, his brain and eyes clouded with lust. He pushed back onto Yunho, wanting more, needing more.

"Does it hurt? I don't know if---"

"Move, you twit!" Jaejoong yelled, turning his head to the right and sinking his teeth into Yunho's sweat slicked skin.

Yunho jerked forward and yelped at the sudden pain that shot through his left arm. "What the hell?"

Jaejoong's arms shot up and he tangled his fingers in Yunho's brown hair, pulling him down and into a rough kiss.

Yunho responded and removed his hands from Jaejoong's shoulders, instead placing them on the older's milky white hips.

"AGH!" Jaejoong slapped Changmin's stroking hand away and then smacked the younger across the face.

"Ow!" Changmin held his abused cheek in his right hand. "What the hell was that for?"

Jaejoong ignored him and proceeded to rip off his jacket and unbutton his white shirt.

"What is with all the sexual activity today?" Yoochun made his way around the mess on Jaejoong floor to get to his desk and stripping friend. "Jaejoong, what are you doing?"

When he had successfully unbuttoned the top half of his shirt, Jaejoong yanked the cloth down and almost went into a frenzy when he saw the fingernail marks and bruises on his right shoulder. "HOW THE HELL WAS I THE FEMALE?!"

"I thought you were okay with you guys doing the nasty," Yoochun sofly brushed his fingertips against the slightly purple skin on Jaejoong's shoulder.

Yunho leaned down to kiss Jaejoong's chest, his lips wet---

"But I was catcher! Receiver! The woman! How will I ever have sex again?!"

"Well, duh," Yoochun rolled his eyes, "You have sex with Yunho."

"Does this make me gay? Oh my God," Jaejoong's hands fisted his hair, "Guys! I'm homosexual!"

"You aren't spontaneously homosexual, you idiot," It was Changmin's turn slap Jaejoong, "First Yunho starts freaking out about this, and now you are. Calm down. Can you imagine what your date will be like if you're both panicking and rambling on about nonsense?!"

"At least he had the male role!" Jaejoong mumbled angrily, feeling the sudden urge to cancel the date just so he could avoid seeing Yunho's face.

Changmin whacked the older with the back of his hand again, "Pull yourself together! So what if you were the fucking girl? Suck it up, princess, and face Yunho like a man!"

Jaejoong was taken aback by Changmin's cussing and he quickly adjusted his shirt, "... You're right."

"Damn right, I'm fucking right!" Changmin handed Jaejoong his jacket and slapped Jaejoong across the cheek again for good measure.

Jaejoong didn't even pay attention to the younger's hitting spree to his cheeks, and instead awkwardly stumbled to the door and out of his office.

"Er, not the best motivational speech, and the slapping really was not necessary... And where is he going?" Yoochun peered out the door to see Jaejoong make a left at the end of the hall.

"Whatever, I'm awesome," Changmin seated himself in Jaejoong's chair and loosened his tie, a smirk playing on his lips.

Junsu and Yoochun gave each other a glance and sighed.
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"You, Jung Yunho." Jaejoong slammed a hand down on the doorframe and put his other hand on his hip. "Seven o'clock. Don't be late."

Yunho dropped the pen he was holding and stood up clumisly, his hips knocking into his desk, causing a few things to topple over onto the floor. He had to use a hand to steady his computer. "O-Okay!"

"Er, I guess that's all I really had to say." Jaejoong scratched the back of his head uncomfortably and let his hand drop from the doorframe to his side. "Bye." Jaejoong turned on his heel and started to walk away from Yunho's office.

Should I say it? Nah. Wait, no, you should say it. He's almost around the corner! Jung Yunho, just say it!

"Wait! Jaejoong!" Yunho called out, thankful that the older male had not closed his door on the way out.

"What?" Jaejoong called back, already at the end of the hallway.

"You... You look really nice today!"

"Says the teenage girl!" Jaejoong teased, showing Yunho his middle finger before disappearing.

Yunho picked up the fallen objects and ordered them neatly back onto his desk and sat back down.

He drummed his fingers on his desk, staring blankly at the work in front of him.

Deciding that getting work done was futile, he picked up the phone and counted to ten slowly before dialling.

It rang three times.

"Kim Jaejoong."

"You never answered, do you like blue?"

It was silent for a moment.

Yunho thought that maybe Jaejoong was on his way to strangle him like he said he would, but the man did not hear any footsteps in the hall.

"... I like blue."

And the line went dead.
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Awkward!JaeSu >-<
The date doesn't happen yet, sorry!
Please point out grammar and spelling mistakes if you spot them! ♥
Sorry this was so late! It's nearing the end of school, and I should really be doing my homework.. Plus I kind of got side-tracked and developed an unhealthy obsession with EXO >♥<

That Awkward Situation (Part 2)

hyuukie — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 05:06:34 GMT

Title: That Awkward Situation
Author: hyuukie
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Part: 2
Summary: After finding out that they had drunken intercourse, Jaejoong and Yunho justify that the most responsible thing to do is start a relationship.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Previous: P1

Jaejoong refused to open his eyes, but he knew he had to get up and visit his mother at two o'clock. He felt like construction workers had decided use loud machines inside his head.

Slowly, Jaejoong blinked until his ceiling came into focus and rolled over, propping himself up with one elbow to look at his digital clock.

4:56 PM.

Jaejoong's eyes widened and he couldn't stop himself from screaming.

Another scream accompanied his, causing Jaejoong to scream even louder and roll right off of the bed, his face smacking onto the corner of his bedside table in the process.

"Motherf---!" Jaejoong held his left eye with both his hands, feeling tears start to rise. Only when his bare back hit his carpeted floor did Jaejoong realize he was naked. Strange, he didn't normally sleep naked.

"J-Jaejoong?"

Jaejoong saw an outline of a head peek over the edge of his bed, but he couldn't make out the face, since his vision was still blurred. The voice that had spoken was male, and that scared Jaejoong a little bit.

"Are you okay?" The voice asked and climbed off of the bed and kneeled down beside Jaejoong, removing the man's hands from his eye to inspect the damage. "Oh, that's going to leave a bruise."

"Er, Yunho?" Jaejoong took a wild guess. With his head pounding like it was, he couldn't process the voice and match it to someone he knew.

"Uh, yeah. I'm gonna get you some ice, but first I'm going to put on some clothes." Yunho stood up and pulled a blanket over Jaejoong's naked form, much to his appreciation. Then he pulled on some pants and exited the room, leaving Jaejoong to think and wallow in pain.

So Yunho was naked too.

And he was in Jaejoong's bed.

And the night before they were drunk out of their minds.

"Oh my God!" Jaejoong shrieked and sat up, one hand over his throbbing eye and the other gripping his blanket tightly. Depite his headache he managed to put two and two together.

Yunho entered his room again with an ice pack in his hand, and Jaejoong found himself unable to look at his friend's bare chest.

"Yunho, do you remember last night?" Jaejoong muttered as he carefully pressed the ice to his eye.

"Actually..." Yunho scratched the back of his head, "I was hoping you remembered. I can't recall anything after my second beer."

"Phone," Jaejoong said and Yunho obeyed, grabbing his friend's cell phone off his bedside table and handing it to him.

Jaejoong squinted at his phone, trying to make out the keypad. When the numbers came into focus, he dialled.

"Hello?"

"Okay man, I know you know. So let's cut to the chase, no beating around the bush."

"Jaejoong?"

"Give it to me straight Junsu, did Yunho and I fuck?"

Yunho gasped at his question, his arms flying over his exposed chest as if he was trying to protect it from Jaejoong. "We most certainly did not!"

"How am I supposed to know?"

Jaejoong rolled his eyes as Yunho scrambled around looking for his shirt. "I woke up and Yunho and I were both naked in my bed. It's also past five o'clock. So what happened last night?"

"I don't know. I dropped you two off at your house and what you guys did afterwards is between you and Yunho."

"Alright then. Do you know what we were doing while you were driving us home? Do you know what we were doing before you left us in my house?"

"To be honest, in the car you guys were making out and dry humping. Then, before I left you guys, you were rolling around on the floor trying to lick each other's faces off."

Jaejoong had the urge to rub his temples, but both of his hands were occupied.

"What's he saying? We didn't really... you know... did we?" Yunho looked at Jaejoong with eyes full of worry.

Jaejoong stared at his friend with a blank expression, studying him.

Yunho was now fully clothed, but his v-neck shirt revealed three hickeys and his hair was sticking out in different directions. Jaejoong's eyes dreaded to look at his friend's forearm, but he knew he had to check.

Right there, on Yunho's left forearm below his elbow, was a bite mark.

Jaejoong groaned. "Alright Junsu, I'm coming over in an hour."

"Wait, but Jae---"

Jaejoong ended the call and checked his missed calls, which of course were all from his mother. He threw his phone carelessly onto his bed as well as the ice pack.

"Jae, the suspense is killing me, did we or did we not have... thing...?"

Jaejoong sighed and reached over and grabbed his boxers, slipping them on under his blanket and pulling on a shirt. "Yes, we did."

Yunho let out a terrified squeal. "Did Junsu confirm that?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure we did, because I seemed to have given you a generous amount of love marks. I've also bitten you on your left arm, something I usually do during sex, whether I'm drunk or not."

"No!" Yunho shouted, causing Jaejoong to jump a little.

"What?" Jaejoong stared at Yunho, standing up and walking over to his dresser to get a pair of pants. "You're not in a relationship, are you?"

"Well, no, I'm not..."

"Then it shouldn't be a problem."

"This is a huge problem!" Yunho stood up as well, watching intently as Jaejoong put on a belt. "How can you be fine with the fact that we had... er, the 's' thing?!"

Jaejoong stopped fiddling with his belt buckle and looked up at Yunho, his friend being a few inches taller than he was. "Wait... You're not.. Yunho," Jaejoong abandoned his belt to place a hand on the taller male's shoulder. Yunho flinched underneath the touch. "Were you a virgin?"

"That is such an embarrassing question!" Yunho's hands flew to his face, his ears heating up.

"Oh my God," Jaejoong burst out laughing, hand squeezing his friend's shoulder as he doubled over laughing. "You were!"

"Shut up, Jaejoong!" Yunho brushed his friend's hand off of his shoulder and glared, his cheeks red.

"Consider yourself lucky that I was your first then." Jaejoong lightly patted Yunho's cheek, snickering.

"But did I, er, 'do' you? Or did you 'do' me?"

Jaejoong stopped laughing immediately, and he straighted up with a sudden confused look gracing his face. "Well obviously... I was... And you were..." Jaejoong raised an eyebrow, his lips pursed. "Can you walk fine?"

Yunho walked around in a little circle and shrugged, "Yeah."

Jaejoong did the same, stopping in front of his friend again. "I can too. That means we didn't bang each other into the mattress too hard... Which reminds me, I have to wash my sheets..."

Yunho blushed at Jaejoong's words, "What do we do though? Last night we... did stuff, so that means we can't be friends anymore."

"What?" Jaejoong stripped his bed of its sheets and threw them down onto the floor with his blanket. He shoved his phone into his pocket and picked up the melted ice pack.

Yunho followed Jaejoong out of his room and down the stairs. "Friends don't... they don't... er..."

"They don't what? Fuck?" Jaejoong opened the freezer to put back the ice pack. When he closed the freezer door, he took his car keys that were hanging off of a nail in the wall. "Come on, we're going to Junsu's house."

"Jaejoong, I don't think you understand the situation!" Yunho slipped his shoes on and closed Jaejoong's door behind him.

Jaejoong patted his pockets, "Damn I forgot my house keys." The raven haired man entered his house again, scanning the living room and kitchen for his keys. "Where are they?"

"You and I 'did' each other last night. Which means our relationship is no longer friendship, it's something else."

"Screw it, Junsu doesn't live that far. I've got nothing worth stealing anyway," Jaejoong mumbled, leaving the house again, Yunho in tow.

"Are you listening?"

Jaejoong took the driver's seat and Yunho took the passenger's seat. He started the car engine and backed out of the driveway. "Yeah, go on."

"We need to be mature adults about this. We need to take responsibility." Yunho stated, nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Jesus, Yun, responsibility? You want to get married or something?" Jaejoong waited four seconds at the stop sign before turning left.

"Jaejoong, this is serious. We had... 'that' last night, and have forever broken our friendship. Now we're connected differently. We should go out."

Jaejoong slammed down on the breaks, thanking God the street was empty. "Excuse me?"

Yunho was staring at Jaejoong with determination in his eyes, unfazed by the sudden stop. "Go out. We have to be in a 'love relationship'. We need to commit to each other since we had 'it'."

Jaejoong continued to drive, thanking Junsu this time for living so close to him. "You know, all we did was have sex. It's not like you're pregnant. It's not like I'm pregnant. We're both fine."

"You might be, but I'm not. You deflowered me, Jaejoong..."

Jaejoong pulled up into Junsu's driveway and shut the engine off. "What are you, a sixteen year old girl who clings to the guy that she gives her v-card to? We're not going to date Yunho."

Yunho got out of the car with Jaejoong and the older male locked his car. "Why not?"

"Because it's weird!" Jaejoong knocked on Junsu's door and rang the door bell a couple of times. "Open up!"

"COMING!" Came Junsu's voice on the other side of the door. "Can't you wait like a normal person?!" Junsu said, irritated, as Jaejoong pushed past him and into his house equally as annoyed.

"I'm not a normal person, now am I?" Jaejoong kicked off his shoes, leaving them strewn across the floor. Yunho tripped and stumbled over one of Jaejoong's shoes. "You know what? If anyone's not normal, it's Yunho!"

"Huh?" Yunho looked up from placing his shoes on an empty space on Junsu's shoe rack.

"You know what he said? Do you Junsu?" Jaejoong walked further into Junsu's house and went for his friend's coffee pot, spotting some dark liquid still remaining.

"No, I don't, Jaejoong. Want to tell me?" Junsu entered the kitchen as well with Yunho, picking up his own mug of coffee to sip.

Jaejoong took a cup out of Junsu's cupboard and poured the last of the coffee into the cup. "He wants us to get into a relationship, like a real relationship!"

The coffee that was in Junsu's mouth ended up all over his dining table. The man started to cough, and Yunho patted his back. "W-What? But you guys are friends!"

"That's what I said." Jaejoong gulped down the entire cup of coffee, ignoring the burning in his throat.

"I believe that you make love to the person you, well, love!" Yunho crossed his arms, glaring right back at Jaejoong and Junsu.

"Do you understand the meaning of a 'one night stand'?" Jaejoong carefully lowered his cup into Junsu's sink along with the coffee pot.

"You might be overthinking this, Yunho," Junsu was now wiping up the coffee on the table with paper towels. "You and Jaejoong should just forget this ever happened and continue on with your lives."

Yunho rolled his eyes, "Can we at least go on one date? At least one? It can't hurt, can it?"

"Okay, okay. Let me draw this out for you." Jaejoong snatched a paper towel out of Junsu's hand and took a pen from the metal tin attached to the front of Junsu's fridge. He slapped the paper towel to the wall, moving to the side to make sure Yunho had a clear view of the napkin. "This is me, and this is you." Jaejoong drew two stick figures. "This," He then proceeded to draw a heart in between the two stick figures before violently crossing it out, "Cannot happen. Number one, because we're friends. Number two, I don't date dudes. And number three, we're friends!"

Yunho swiped the pen out of Jaejoong's grip and drew a table below the scribbled out heart and between the sitck figures of him and Jaejoong. He then drew a single candle in the middle of the table and two chairs behind the figures. "It's just one date, Jaejoong."

Jaejoong blew his bangs out of his eyes and turned to Yunho, ready to cuss him off. But when his eyes locked with his friend's, he found himself drowning in those chocolate orbs, full of sincerity and hope.

Jaejoong sighed and rested his forehead on Yunho's collarbone, his index finger tracing the bite marks on taller male's left forearm. "Fine."

"Awesome!" Yunho wrapped his arms around his friend, giving him a hug.

Junsu raised an eyebrow, "So I'm guessing Yunho was the man last night, huh, Jae?"

"I'm sorry, did you say what I think you said?" Jaejoong pushed Yunho away to look at Junsu.

"Only a girl would agree to that kind of bullcrap!" Junsu sneered, ducking when Jaejoong hurled his car keys at him.

"Goddamn, is there a concert going on down here?" A voice croaked from the doorway.

"Whoa." Jaejoong momentarily forgot about killing Junsu when he saw Yoochun wobble into the kitchen, barely making it to a chair.

Changmin followed in after, wearing a pair of sunglasses Jaejoong had gotten for Junsu as a gag gift one Christmas. His hair had decided to reside on the right side of his head, spiking out diagonally. He plopped down in the chair next to Yoochun.

Yoochun faceplanted onto the table.

"Morning sunshines," Junsu sang, purposely turning the tap on at full blast, the sound of water hitting the metal sink practically echoing throughout the kitchen.

"Shut up, please." Changmin slammed his hand down on the table, causing Yoochun to yell in pain and jolt upright. "What time is it?"

Jaejoong chuckled at the sight of his two hungover friends, glancing up at the time on Junsu's microwave. "It's almost six thirty."

"Ugh." Yoochun grunted, placing his hands over his eyes.

"Why are they here?" Yunho asked, taking a seat across from Changmin, finding himself unable to contain his laughter at the sight of his younger friend wearing those ridiculous sunglasses.

"I was too lazy to drop them home. Changmin kept touching my face and Yoochun wouldn't stop snoring." Junsu rinsed out the coffee pot and started to make more. "You guys gonna stay for dinner? I'll order out."

"Yeah, fine. But I have to go home and make sure no one robbed me. I lost my house keys." Jaejoong held out a hand, signaling for Junsu to give him his car keys.

"I have your house keys. Last night you and Yunho were too busy getting it on, so I had to lock up for you." Junsu placed Jaejoong's house and car keys in his outstretched palm.

"Jaejoong and Yunho were what now?" Yoochun removed his hands from his eyes to look at his friends.

"None of your business," Jaejoong snapped and exited the kitchen.
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Part 2! :)
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That Awkward Situation (Part 1)

hyuukie — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 03:03:43 GMT

Title: That Awkward Situation
Author: hyuukie
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Part: 1
Summary: After finding out that they had drunken intercourse, Jaejoong and Yunho justify that the most responsible thing to do is start a relationship.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

"Hey, look at this! Yunho is totally wasted!"

"Who's wasted?" Yunho slurred, turning around, trying to follow Yoochun's finger.

Jaejoong counted the bottles on the table in front of Yunho, letting out a laugh when he finished. "He's only had three beers!"

"Talk about low tolerance." Changmin patted the older male's back as he swayed from side to side in his seat. "He did drain the bottles pretty fast. Plus he had all those drinks some lady kept sending over."

"True, true. You know, I've never seen Yunho drunk." Jaejoong watched as Yunho stared intently at a shot glass. "It's funny."

"People are always funny when they're drunk." Yoochun said plainly, downing another shot. "And we're not drunk yet. So let's get a move on boys."

"Fine, but to make it more interesting, let's play a game too."

"I'm listening, Kim." Yoochun leaned forward in his seat to hear Jaejoong clearer over the club's music.

"We can't play strip poker in public." Changmin fiddled with the bottle in his hand. "We could get arrested for public nudity."

"Relax, Mr. Lawyer, we're not going to play strip poker. Once Junsu gets out of the bathroom, we'll play 'I Never' or something." Jaejoong grinned and flinched when Yunho poked his cheek.

"Your skin is so soft!" Yunho marvelled, running his index finger down Jaejoong's jaw to his collarbone.

Changmin and Yoochun snickered, amused by Yunho's behaviour.

"Okay, Yunho." Jaejoong caught Yunho's hand, which was trying to shove itself down his shirt, and put it in the slightly younger male's lap. "You keep your hands to yourself for a second, alright, buddy?"

"Look at your hair!" Yunho exclaimed, taking the hand that Jaejoong had just put in his lap to run his fingers through his friend's raven locks. "It's also soft! You're so soft!"

"Did I miss anything?" Junsu had appeared, sliding into the booth beside Yoochun. "Whoa. What's up with Yunho?"

"He's a goner." Changmin chuckled, filling everyone's shot glasses, even Yunho's.

"So we've moved on from beer?" Junsu asked, noticing all the beer bottles on the table were empty and forgotten.

"We're going to play 'I Never' with shots." Jaejoong replied, swatting Yunho's hand away from his hair.

"I'm going first!" Yoochun shouted, moving his shot glass from side to side, the contents sloshing around and threatening to spill over the sides. "I've never kissed a boy."

Jaejoong and Changmin drank without hesitating.

"Ugh, gross, really? Jaejoong maybe, but Changmin? Really?"

Changmin shrugged, "I was young. It was for school anyway."

"Smartass," Jaejoong grumbled. Everyone knew Changmin excelled in his academics during his high school years and did anything for that A.

"Junsu next!" Yoochun whooped, refilling Jaejoong and Changmin's shot glasses.

Junsu pursed his lips in thought. He caught sight of Yunho tapping the table with his knuckles. "Hold on a sec, is Yunho playing or what?"

"He's already wasted, but if he can hear what we're saying, he can drink if he wants. Now say something!" Jaejoong urged, raising his eyebrows when the male beside him sloppily attempted to drink the shot in front of him.

"I've never had my first kiss."

"Dude!" Changmin howled with laughter as he, Jaejoong and Yoochun drank. "You've never had your first kiss?"

"I'm waiting for the right person. Is that so bad?" Junsu felt his ears heat up as he played around with his shot glass.

Jaejoong poured more alcohol into the empty glasses. "Changmin, go."

"I've never shoplifted."

Jaejoong and Yoochun downed their glasses, much to Junsu and Changmin's dismay.

"Guys! That's illegal! I was hoping none of you would drink!" Changmin scolded, giving Junsu a high five for not breaking the law.

"What are you gonna do about it, Sir Lawyer?" Jaejoong chuckled, unsteadily pouring more alcohol. "If you got us arrested, who would you be out drinking with?"

Changmin clenched his teeth. These were the times he wished he had not gotten into law.

"Moving on. I've never dated someone younger than me." Jaejoong examined his friends, and was not surprised to see Changmin and Yoochun drink, Junsu not even touch his glass, and Yunho trying to finish up what was left in his glass.

"Damn, Junsu's going home completely sober!" Yoochun sniggered, clumsily punching the younger male in the ribs.

"I guess I'm the driver tonight," Junsu whined, gazing longingly at his shot glass.

"Chun, go!" Jaejoong smirked, refilling the glasses.

"I've never kissed Yunho." Yoochun giggled at his own statement, knowing it was ridiculous and no one would drink.

As expected, nobody reached for their glasses.

"Wuh?" Yunho looked up from the table and at his friends.

Jaejoong gripped Yunho's chin and jerked him forward, their lips meeting in a rough kiss. After three seconds, Jaejoong pushed Yunho away and drained his glass, grinning. "It's boring if no one drinks."

Yunho may have been drunk, but he knew what a kiss was, and even though Jaejoong tasted of alcohol, he still wanted to get some.

The brunette snaked a hand under Jaejoong's shirt, and the other didn't seem to mind, as he was too engrossed in the game.

The game went on for an hour; Jaejoong had taken in the most liquor and was drunk out of his mind. Yoochun couldn't walk straight and was blabbing non-existant words. Changmin's shoulders sagged and he kept muttering legal terms and randomly shouting 'OBJECTION!'. Yunho barely made it to Junsu's car.

Junsu wasn't intoxicated at all. Sure, he had a beer or two, but he never touched a single shot during the 'I Never' game. He sighed as he started the car, Yoochun already passed out in the passenger seat, and Changmin was resting his head against the window with his eyes closed.

Jaejoong and Yunho were practically on top of each other, lips connected, hands roaming.

Junsu paid no mind to it. Jaejoong had already kissed a few boys, even Yunho, and they were both drunk. As long as they didn't go father than making out.

"Oh." Jaejoong let out a moan, as Yunho had started to suck on his neck and nibble on his ear. "Oh. Oh."

Junsu rolled his eyes and decided to drop Yunho at Jaejoong's house since it was the closest and so he wouldn't have to endure sexual noises while driving.

Halfway to Jaejoong's house, the smacking and kissing noises had stopped, and now giggling filled the car.

Both Yunho and Jaejoong were giggling, and Junsu didn't want to know why.

But then panting had replaced giggling, and Junsu turned on the radio to drown out the sounds.

Yoochun cracked an eye open and lifted a hand. With one swift movement, he shut off the radio, mumbling something along the lines of 'too loud'.

Junsu clutched the steering wheel harder as he pulled into Jaejoong's driveway, letting out a breath of relief.

"Okay, you two, get out of my car and go have sex somewhere else."

The two men seemed to not have heard Junsu, and when he turned around he found Jaejoong sitting in Yunho's lap, dry humping him.

"Come on, seriously?! It's time to get out." Junsu turned off the engine and got out of his car, jogging over to the other side and opening the door where Jaejoong and Yunho were. He hit Jaejoong, who wobbled for a second before stepping out of the car, followed by Yunho.

"Junsu, you are, like, the greatest fred evar! I lob you so so so so much." Jaejoong slurred, wrapping his arms around Junsu's neck and planting a wet kiss on his cheek. Junsu shuddered, telling himself that Jaejoong did not just stick out his tongue. "We should, like, totally go out together and do something."

"Maybe when you're not drunk and horny." Junsu shoved his hand into Jaejoong's pant pocket and pulled out his house keys. He let his friend drape over him as he climbed up the steps and to the front door. He checked behind him to make sure Yunho was behind, and sure enough, the older male was staring at his back as he stumbling after.

"You've got... a really, really nice ass." Yunho complimented, stretching out a hand and cupping his friend's bottom.

Junsu yelped as he inserted the key into Jaejoong's lock, successfully opening the door. "Do you guys just think about sex when you're drunk?"

Jaejoong and Yunho collapsed onto the floor once Junsu let them in.

Jaejoong rolled over and on top of Yunho, shifting his position so he was straddling the slightly younger male. "I'm going to make you feel, like, so so so so good."

Jaejoong licked the side of Yunho's face, and the male on the bottom responded with a drunk titter.

Realizing he was forgotten, Junsu closed the door on the two and locked Jaejoong's door, making a note to himself to make sure he gave his friend back his keys some other day.

He returned to his car where Changmin was upright and unbuckled, stroking Yoochun's sleeping cheek.

"Junsu! You're back!" He yelled happily, his breath drenched in alcohol.

Once Junsu sat down, Changmin moved to stroke his face instead. While he drived.

Boy, did Junsu hate being the driver.
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Hello! -waves-
So here's a new little thing :)
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The Late Bus

hyuukie — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 20:03:35 GMT

Title: The Late Bus
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Genre: AU, humor
Summary: Yunho is a very punctual man, and Jaejoong is the guy who's always late.
A/N: Because I haven't written in a while.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Monday. 3:30 PM.

Yunho tapped his foot on the ground, hands clenched in his coat pockets.

It was freezing, absolutely freezing. Yunho couldn't feel his lips, he couldn't move his arms or legs, and it was very hard to blink. The cold wind whipped his face, leaving a red tinge in its wake.

Monday. 3:33 PM.

Yunho, bravely, pulled his right hand out of his pocket to check his watch. Three minutes over. The bus was scheduled to come three minutes ago. It was never late.

Scowling, Yunho hastily shoved his hand back into his pocket. What was keeping that damn bus?

The twenty five year old scanned the people waiting as well for the bus.

A teenager with an unhealthy amount of piercings was leaning against the lamp post, his music blasting at top volume for the world to hear.

An old woman wrapped in heavy scarves remained in the bus shelter, occasionally blowing her already red nose into a much-too-used tissue.

And then there was a moody looking elementary schooler whose lip seemed to be in a permanent pout. A single line of snot connected her right nostril to her upper lip.

Yunho quickly turned away when he saw her lick the snot away with the tip of her tongue.

Monday. 3:40 PM.

At this rate, when the 3:30 bus came, the 3:45 bus would be trailing right behind it. Yunho didn't like it when the buses were cluttered. Time was essential.

The only person who didn't seem to care that the bus was late was the heavily pierced teenager. He looked content with his music.

Yunho couldn't help but feel irritated when he spotted the bus coming around the corner. He almost burst out with rage when he caught a glimpse of the 3:45 bus following the first bus.

When the 3:30 bus stopped, the 3:45 bus went around it, moving on.

The teenager moved onto the bus first being the closest to it, then the elementary schooler, Yunho helped the old lady onto the steps, and then Yunho himself stepped up to the driver to pay his fare.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" He said calmly, dropping his bus ticket into the slot beside the driver.

"Uh," The driver, Yunho was shocked to find, was very young, and not the usual 3:30 bus driver. He lifted his left arm and checked his watch. Yunho noticed he had a digital clock that was on the underside of his wrist, unlike Yunho's, which was an analog clock that was perched on top of his right wrist. "It's 3:45:46."

"Yes, it is. And did you have the knowledge that you were to arrive at this exact bus stop fifteen minutes and forty eight... Forty nine seconds ago?"

The man, whose nametag read "Jaejoong", raised an eyebrow. "Dude, chill, there were like a million people at that last bus stop. What do you want me to do, close the doors in peoples' faces just to accomodate you?"

"The 3:45 bus was on time, and now it is ahead of you. Do you have any idea how cold it is outside?"

"Er, judging by your face colour and that little girl's runny nose, I'd say pretty cold."

"There should be no excuse for your tardiness!" Yunho glared at the driver. He checked at his watch again and let out a fustrated sigh.

Monday. 3:49 PM.

"And now I've made you even more late by conversing with you! The 4:00 bus is due in eleven minutes..."

"Okay, man, okay. I'll drive." Jaejoong closed the doors and stepped on the gas pedal, only to move forward a bit and be halted by a crossing guard. "Here."

Yunho, in his fury, did not notice he was still standing beside Jaejoong. He was taken aback by a silver wrapped piece of candy that was put on the fare box. He picked it up and examined the candy's shining wrapping paper, brown diagonal stripes graced the silver.

"A Hershey Kiss for all the trouble I've caused you, so please move to the back of the bus."

Yunho reached for a pole to hold onto as Jaejoong moved the bus forward after the little children had finished crossing. "... Hug."

Jaejoong gave Yunho a sideways glance. "Did you say something?"

"It's a Hershey Hug, not a Kiss. Kisses don't have diagonal stripes. They're just plain silver."

"Okay, then." Jaejoong pressed down on the break and opened the doors. "You can still have it. Just eat it back there or something, you're kind of blocking the doorway."

Yunho threw Jaejoong one last glare before making his way to his usual seat at the back of the bus. He stared at the Hershey Hug for a few minutes before offering it to the elementary schooler, who worried him by gladly accepting the piece of candy from him, a total stranger.
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Tuesday. 3:31 PM.

One damn minute over when the 3:30 bus pulled up in front of him.

Yunho let the teenager, the old woman, and the elementary schooler (who seemed to brighten up at the sight of him and even waved) go inside first before stepping onto the bus.

"It's 3:31." He stated when he put his ticket in the slot.

"Well sorry," Jaejoong drawled out; Yunho detected the sarcasm. Jaejoong closed the doors and continued the route. Before he moved, he placed another chocolate in Yunho's frozen hand.

"Another Kis--- I mean, Hug."

"Why do you have so many of these?" Yunho asked, observing the Hershey, noticing that it was now red with brown stripes.

"Because they're delicious." Jaejoong said simply.

Yunho stared at Jaejoong as if to bore a hole into his head. Instead, he just noted how good looking the bus driver was. He had jet black hair, the front in a neat fringe, pale skin, especially in comparison with Yunho's own tanned skin, and grey eyes.

Yunho guessed he was in his mid twenties.

"Excuse me... What's your name?"

"It's Yunho." The man breathed out, snapping back to reality to find Jaejoong rolling his eyes.

"Excuse me, Yunho, sir, but you need to take a seat." Jaejoong waved Yunho off as he opened the door for people to enter.

Once again, Yunho gave the chocolate to the girl and plopped down in his usual seat.
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About two weeks had passed.

Two weeks of the bus arriving late, two weeks full of Hershey Hugs.

And Yunho dreaded to admit, two weeks of seeing Jaejoong.

It wasn't seeing him that Yunho dreaded to admit, it was more along the lines of... well, Yunho... sort of liked him.

Though the man downright despised Jaejoong's lack of punctuality, he couldn't help but feel... at ease with the driver.

From his plump red lips Yunho found himself looking at occasionally to his everyday apology Hershey Hugs.

Yunho found that the highlight of his days were starting to be the end of it, when he met Jaejoong on the bus.

Yunho hadn't had a girlfriend in a while, due to his, as all girls who went on dates with him called it, 'annoying habits'.

Punctuality came in handy when it came to picking the girl up for a date, and getting to the restaurant on time for the reservation, but he became irritated when he did not bring the girl home on time, or was always afraid he was standing in front of her house too long.

An example would be when Yunho drove a date home and pulled up into her driveway at exactly 9:55 PM. He walked her to her front door and she invited him inside, making remarks Yunho was sure that hinted it was a little more than just a 'tour-around-my-house' invitation. But the clock struck 10:00 PM, and that was the time the girl said her curfew was. He ushered her into her house and made a dash for the car.

She did not call him after that.

Yunho then took a very long break from the dating world and focused, at that time, on school. But now that he grew out of his teenage years, he only had time for his job, and now, cussing off the bus driver.

Wednesday. 3:33 PM.

When Yunho got on, Jaejoong immediately gave him a Hershey Hug after he paid his fare.

"You know these don't have any affect on me. I don't know why you think chocolate will make me forget that you're supposed to come at three thir---"

Yunho was shocked, then in pain, when his face slammed right against the bus's front window.

He had forgot to take hold of something, and Jaejoong stepped on the gas pedal, moving the bus and then abruptly slammed down on the break, causing Yunho to go flying forwards, his forehead knocking right into the glass.

"Hey!" He yelled out angrily, rubbing his forehead, many passengers not paying attention to the man, except the elementary schooler who watched him carefully, waiting for him to give her his chocolate.

"Why can't you just accept that I don't come exactly at 3:30 PM? Nobody arrives at exactly 3:30, man!" Jaejoong put a lot of emphasis on the world 'exactly'. "Maybe Mr. Cho did, but he's like sixty two years old and he retired, so you're just going to have to deal with me coming late, Mr. Yunho!" He blinked a couple of times, and Yunho, despite the pain in his head, watched his eyelashes flutter.

"Besides, that's a Hershey Kiss, for your information. It doesn't have stripes." Jaejoong pointed out, and Yunho looked down at the cone shaped piece of chocolate in his palm. Indeed, it was all silver, not a single stripe to be seen.

"If you hate me coming late so much, you should just drive yourself around. If you have a car, that is."

Yunho scoffed, "That's such a waste of gas. Public transit is more eco-friendly. I only use my car on weekends."

Jaejoong tilted his head, impressed. "Well, I'd love to chat, but people need to get on." Jaejoong opened the doors and Yunho moved to the back, handing the girl the Kiss before sitting down.
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Thursday. 3:37 PM.

Yunho purposely let a heavy sigh out, watching his breath come out in a big puff, the heat making contact with the cold air.

He was extra cold today, as he had forgotten his coat at home.

Since for the first time in his life, Yunho was late for work.

For the first time in his life, Yunho woke up late.

For the first time in his life, Yunho had a dream about someone.

The dream was about Jaejoong, and in the dream, the two were on a romantic date; a quiet dinner, a long walk outside holding hands, a goodnight kiss.

An almost goodnight kiss, as before Yunho could press his lips to the other man's, he woke up in his bed, to the real world, his clock reading 6:02 AM.

Yunho had never screamed and cursed so much in his twenty five years of living. He didn't plan to sleep in two minutes over ever again.

But the thought of Jaejoong warmed Yunho up a little. He felt his cheeks and fingertips tingle, and he definitely knew that it wasn't from the cold.

"Hey, Mister, if you're cold, you can borrow my mittens!" A voice squeaked below, a pair of pink and purple mittens were shoved under Yunho's nose.

The elementary schooler had started whacking Yunho in the face with her fuzzy mittens, trying to catch his attention.

"Er, no, that's okay." Yunho attempted to push his hands deeper into his pant pockets and took a step backwards, away from the mittens the girl was waving around. "They wouldn't fit me."

The girl seemed to have finally noticed this. "Well, you could keep your pinky warm. Or maybe even your ears. I'm sure they fit your ears. Just put them on your ears, Mister."

Yunho chuckled, "No thanks."

The girl shrugged and hastily put her mittens back on.

Thursday. 3:44 PM.

The bus stopped in front of the pierced teenager, who got on first. The old lady followed suit, then the girl, and then, as usual, Yunho.

Yunho, for the second time that day, sighed as he gazed after the 3:45 bus, which swerved around the 3:30 bus.

Jaejoong handed Yunho two Hersheys. "I admit this time, I left the station late."

Yunho frowned, making sure he held onto something before he spoke, in case Jaejoong decided to press the gas pedal unexpectedly. "Is that why you always come late?"

Jaejoong shook his head, moving the bus when the crossing guard made his way to the other side of the street. "No. I told you yesterday as I accidentally stepped on the gas and smashed your attractive face into the window, I can't come on time. It's just not possible, whether I leave the station late or not."

"Then can't you just--- attractive face?" Yunho had just caught onto Jaejoong's words, his ears feeling uncomfortably hot. He suddenly wished he had accepted the elementary schooler's mittens to put on his ears.

Jaejoong's mouth formed into an 'o', just realizing what he had said. "I mean, you know, you're an... An attractive guy..."

"Well, uh, thank you. I guess," Yunho scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting around, looking anywhere but at Jaejoong.

"You should probably sit, there are people who want to get on." Jaejoong cleared his throat unnecessarily and opened the doors just as Yunho headed to the back, towards his usual seat.

Yunho stood awkwardly in front of the elementary schooler who was sitting in his seat, her legs swaying underneath her as they could not touch the floor.

Before he could say anything to her, she spoke first with a huge grin on her face.

"You like him, don't you?"

Yunho gaped at her. "Excuse me?"

"The bus driver. You like him! You do! He gives you the chocolate everyday!" She giggled behind her hands.

The few people who were also sitting in the back gave Yunho amused stares. The old lady buried in scarves even nodded at him.

"I do not!" He hissed, settling down beside the girl, giving her the Hershey Kisses.

"Hershey Kisses, Mister." She commented, unwrapping the silver foil. "He buys you Hershey Kisses now. He likes you too."

Yunho contemplated whether or not he should ignore the girl. "You don't know that. It's just chocolate."

"I can tell." She popped the chocolate into her mouth and smiled toothily.

Yunho spotted a bit of chocolate stuck in between her two front teeth and one missing tooth beside the right front tooth.

"If you don't believe me, I can go ask him!" She hopped off her seat and hurriedly approached the front of the bus, standing right beside Jaejoong, on her tip-toes.

Yunho buried his face into his cold hands, unable to watch what she was doing. He peeked between his fingers for a split second to find the girl pointing at him and Jaejoong looking in his direction.

The old lady poked his shin with her cane. "Son, there's nothing to be ashamed of, love is love."

"What?" Yunho removed his hands from his face and glowered at the lady, who just beamed at him.

"I was right, Mister! He likes you too--- Oh, my stop!" The girl gave Yunho a thumbs up and then a wave before pushing the doors open and exiting the bus.

By now, every occupant on the bus was grinning and snickering at Yunho.

Yunho was actually considering this to be worse than waking up at 6:02 AM.
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Friday. 3:29 PM.

Yunho had brought gloves with him today, as he did not want cold hands. He also did not want the elementary schooler to offer him her mittens again, as she had insisted they would work as earmuffs.

He surveyed the cement gound, drawing imaginary patterns with his eyes, knowing he was going to have to wait for a bit for the bus.

He was tired, as he had attended five meetings and spent the last few hours at work typing at his computer. He literally could not feel his eyelids.

Yunho wanted nothing more than to go home and flop down on his bed.

"Mister, if you don't get on, the bus will leave without you." A voice yelled out, making Yunho's head snap up.

The elementary schooler was boarding the bus behind the teenager and old lady; she was looking behind her, calling out to Yunho.

Shocked, Yunho checked his watch as he climbed onto the bus as well.

Friday. 3:30 PM.

"You're... You're on time." Yunho said as he let his ticket drop into the fare box.

Jaejoong smirked, "Impressed?"

"Very." Yunho examined his watch to make sure it wasn't broken and telling the wrong time.

"I figured I'd just run all the red lights and drive right past everybody waiting at the bus stops to get here at 3:30 PM."

Yunho's eyes widened.

"I'm joking," Jaejoong laughed and punched Yunho lightly in the arm. "I just left the station a bit early."

Yunho felt the place where Jaejoong touched throb, though the other did not hit hard. "Oh. That's great."

"And regarding that little girl announcing to the world about me liking you... It's true," Jaejoong smiled and perched a red and silver striped Hershey on top of the fare box. "I had to get more chocolate, and the bag said Hershey Hugs and Kisses." Jaejoong held up the bag as if to prove he wasn't lying.

Yunho gawked at the other man, wordlessly taking the chocolate.

Unable to say anything, as a huge lump decided to form itself in his throat, he just timidly nodded a thanks and almost broke out into a run to get to the back of the bus.

The elementary schooler was not sitting in his seat, but in the seat beside his regular spot.

He held out the hand that was clutching the chocolate and gestured for her to take it.

She shook her head. "It's a Hershey Hug and Kiss. It's no longer chocolate, Mister, it's a love confession."

This left Yunho wondering how kids these days knew about such mature things.
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Seven months later.

Saturday. 9:20 AM.

"Hey, Yun, can you drive me to the station today?"

Yunho looked up from his newspaper and saw Jaejoong struggling to put on his tie. "Yeah, sure. What time do you have to get there?"

"Nine thirty." Jaejoong slipped on his shoes.

Yunho took a sip of his coffee and glanced at the clock. He immediately spit out the liquid, coughing. "I can't get you there in ten minutes!"

"Come on, it doesn't really matter if I'm late, I just have to---" Jaejoong didn't finish his sentence as Yunho grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the house, throwing him into the passenger seat of the car. "No rush, Yun---"

Yunho appeared to not have heard him over the rumbling of the engine. Yunho sped out of the driveway, so fast that Jaejoong was unable to buckle himself into his seat.

"Argh!" The side of Jaejoong's forehead collided with his window, his hands desparately groping for the seat belt.

Yunho did not ask if the other man was okay. He kept his eyes focused on the road, and on the clock.

Saturday. 9:23 AM.

"This isn't safe!" Jaejoong shouted, just as Yunho pressed down hard on the gas pedal, barely making the light which was about to turn red. "I can be at least a minute late, it doesn't matter!"

"It matters to me, Kim Jaejoong!" Yunho yelled right back, weaving in between cars. He was very close to rear ending a black SUV. "Why didn't you wake up earlier?!"

"I forgot I had work today!" Jaejoong turned around in his seat to find the wretched saftey belt. It was twisted behind his chair.

"How can you forget?" Yunho cut off the lady beside him, who honked angrily, just to make a quick right turn. "Next time, think about your work schedule before coming over to my house."

"Yeah, yeah." Jaejoong tugged on the twisted seat belt, wrapping an arm securely around his head rest for support.

Saturday. 9:26 AM.

Yunho actually did run a red light , narrowly avoiding a walking pedestrian and a bright yellow buggy turning left. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"There, there!" Jaejoong shrieked, flailing his free arm around in the direction of the bus station, hanging onto the head rest like a koala for dear life as Yunho zoomed right past it.

"Are you serious?" Yunho stamped his foot down on the breaks and turned the wheel violently, the car swerving to do a U-Turn. The car wheels made horrible screeching sounds and Jaejoong could smell burning rubber.

"God damn, you crazy, punctual man!" Jaejoong cried out as Yunho turned into the station and put the car into park in front of the entrance.

Saturday. 9:28 AM.

"If you do not leave this car right now, you're going to be late, and my efforts will have been in vain."

"I'll be happy to leave this death trap right now. Are you trying to kill someone?!" Jaejoong gulped, releasing his hold on the head rest.

"Go, or you'll be late!" Yunho urged, giving Jaejoong a slight push.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Jaejoong said sourly, opening the door. Before he stepped out, he gave Yunho a peck on the cheek, "Thanks though, even if you did try to murder me."

"You don't have time to kiss me, it's now nine twenty nine!" Yunho practically kicked Jaejoong out of the car.

Jaejoong rolled his eyes. "Why did I agree to go out with a guy like him?!" He mumbled under his breath, watching Yunho drive away.

Saturday. 9:30 AM.

"Oops, I'm late!"
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I'm feeling a bit angry, since I found out my YouTube account has been hacked... I don't know what I should do about it though :/

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this! :)

The Library

hyuukie — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 05:47:59 GMT

Title: The Library
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung, a bit of Kikwang/Dongwoon
Genre: AU
Summary: Doojoon is content to secretly watch the boy at the table down the aisle.
A/N:: Here, since I haven't written in a while :)
Disclaimer: I totally own this pairing. :/

Doojoon honestly didn’t know how long he had been staring. It was only when he looked up did the teen look down.

Creeper. That was the one word than ran through Doojoon’s mind as he pretended to read his book. He leaned back into his chair and lifted the book up so that it was in front of his face, completely covering it. He waited for a little while before he peeked over the top of the book to see if his gaze was still up.

It wasn't. He had gone back to writing in his notebook.

Doojoon felt comfortable just watching him from above his book. He felt like the book was a barrier and he was invisible behind it. He watched as his hand furiously scribbled in his notebook, and it made Doojoon curious as to what he was writing. He chuckled when he saw him push his glasses up back on the bridge of his nose.

Junhyung. It was on his pencil case. Yong Junhyung.

Doojoon didn’t know if “Junhyung” was his actual name, or if one of his friends was fooling around and wrote their own name on his pencil case.

But it was a nice name, and Doojoon decided to go with it. Junhyung.

He was startled when Junhyung’s head snapped up again, scanning the library.

Doojoon knew he probably wasn’t looking at him, but his still had a minor panic attack and dropped his book on the floor. He bent down slowly to pick up the book, he eyes glancing up to see if Junhyung’s attention had averted back to his notebook.

It had. But this time he wasn’t writing. His chin rested in his left hand and he simply just spun his glasses case in circles. He eyes were focused on the content in the notebook, he was so concentrated that his eyebrows knitted together and his lips formed into a pout.

Doojoon wriggled in his chair to get comfy again, to continue observing Junhyung.

But he was stopped when Kikwang, sitting beside him, tapped him on the shoulder to ask him a question.

Doojoon was reluctant to look away from Junhyung, but he didn’t want to brush his friend off.

The question was pointless and stupid, in Doojoon’s opinion. Kikwang was asking him where, when, and how he should get his hair cut. And really, Doojoon didn’t care.

But Kikwang was damn persistant, not letting Doojoon look away from the younger’s laptop, images of different haircuts flooding the screen.

By the time Kikwang picked his perfect haircut and let Doojoon resume to doing whatever, Junhyung had left.

Doojoon frowned as he stared at the empty seat where Junhyung had previously been.

The teen sighed and tilted his head down to actually read his book.

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This time, Doojoon arrived at the library alone. He didn’t want to miss anything that Junhyung did.

When the teen settled in his usual spot and pulled out the same book from yesterday, Junhyung walked into the library and took a seat where he usually sat.

Junhyung placed his pencil case on the table first, and Doojoon noted that the side of the pencil case facing him was different than the side yesterday.

This side made Doojoon’s heart speed up a little bit, slightly breaking in two.

The whole surface of the pencil case had scribbles and random doodles etched onto it, but in the middle of the mess of drawings was a big outline of a heart, done in red sharpie marker. The words inside the heart caught Doojoon’s attention.

Junhyung ♥ Dongwoon.

Did that mean that he was in a relationship? That he was already taken? Already in love with someone else?

Doojoon couldn’t take his eyes off of that one simple doodle. He blinked a couple of times and shifted his gaze up so he was now staring at Junhyung.

Junhyung’s cell phone, sitting right beside his left elbow, vibrated, shaking violently and almost falling off the table.

He answered it, placing a hand over his mouth and the receiver to muffle his voice a bit, trying not to disturb the other people in the library.

But behind that hand, Doojoon could see a smile. It was the first time Doojoon had seen a smile from Junhyung.

Then a thought occurred. Who was on the other line? Doojoon guessed it to be Dongwoon.

Junhyung ended the call and shoved the phone into the front pocket of his bag along with his notebook and pencil case. He then looked up, turning his head around.

Doojoon swiftly lifted the book up to cover his eyes, Junhyung disappearing from his sight and being replaced with words.

I’m getting too good at this. Doojoon rolled his eyes and flipped a page, pretending to actually read the book.

Doojoon counted to fifteen, fifteen Mississippi’s, in his head before lowering the book from his face.

And of course, Junhyung, was gone.

Doojoon felt the corners of his lips fall. He blamed gravity.

But he did notice a black, rectangular object sitting on the desk where Junhyung had previously been.

Glasses. It was Junhyung’s glasses case.

Doojoon gulped, feeling his palms getting sweaty for no reason. He snapped out of his daze when the book slipped out of his hands.

He ignored it, and stood up, stepping over the book and slowing walked towards the table.

Look at me, getting nervous just by staring at a glasses case. Doojoon shook his head and pressed himself up right against the shelf of books behind him.

What am I doing? It’s a library. I don’t have to act like a spy. The teen took in a deep breath. He dashed to the table, swiped the case, and ran like a madman down the aisle of books back to his seat.

He was panting, his heart was racing and he knew his face was flushed red.

Doojoon slowly, very, very slowly, raised the case up to his eye level. It was a simple black case, he was sure Kikwang had this case too.

What should I do? Was the question that ran across Doojoon’s mind. Will he come back tomorrow? Is he looking for it right now?

His last question was answered when Junhyung suddenly appeared by the table again. His bag was on the table, the boy rummaging frantically through it. He then squatted down to peek underneath the table. He got down on all fours and crawled under the table, patting his hands around on the floor.

Doojoon didn’t know whether to laugh or not when Junhyung bumped his head on the edge of the table to stand up.

Before leaving, Junhyung checked behind him, a puzzled and worried look plastered onto his face. He held the spot he hit on his head as he left the library for the second time.

The whole time, Doojoon had a death grip on the case. Why didn’t I give it to him?

Shakily, the teen opened the case. Inside were a pair of thick, black framed glasses. The ones Junhyung wore yesterday.

I missed my chance to give it to him, to talk to him, and I blew it. How am I supposed to give it back now? Doojoon rubbed his temples.

I guess I’ll have to give it to the library.

Doojoon shuffled over to the counter where a “CHECK OUT” sign hung above it.

The lady at first was confused as to why a boy would give her a glasses case, but when Doojoon explained that someone had lost it, she accepted the item.

Doojoon picked up his book when he walked back over to his seat, stuffing the object into his backpack and leaving the library for the day.

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Kikwang tagged along to the library today, much to Doojoon’s dismay.

Doojoon loved Kikwang with all his heart, but the kid never did what you’re supposed to do in libraries. Research. Read. Study. Relax.

Well neither am I. Doojoon cringed at the thought. Lately he hadn’t been doing anything at the library either. He’d just spend his time staring at a certain boy sitting at a certain table down the aisle from where he was sitting.

On the way to the library, Kikwang had not stopped talking about this “new boy” he met yesterday, the “perfect” guy.

Doojoon nodded in response, but had completely tuned Kikwang out halfway to the library. Kikwang always met the “perfect” guy, but when Doojoon met with them, they were all guys, but none "perfect".

Once at the entrance to the library, Doojoon held the door open for Kikwang, the boy entering happily, practically skipping to their usual spot.

Doojoon sighed when his friend bumped into a tall stranger on his way to the table.

But instead of apologizing, Kikwang started to laugh.

Doojoon was caught by surprise when he hugged the stranger, and the teen almost had a heart attack when Kikwang gripped the front of the stranger’s shirt and pulled him down, smashing their lips together.

The teen knew his eyes were bugging out of his head when the stranger started kissing back; the two looked like they weren’t going to break apart anytime soon.

Kikwang never kissed random strangers.

… Or so he thought.

Doojoon, bewildered, tapped Kikwang on the shoulder, not sorry that he had interrupted the heated make out session.

Kikwang grinned, a smile that nearly blinded Doojoon, and explained that this was the “perfect” man he had met yesterday.

Yesterday.

Only a day, and the two were already undressing each other with their eyes.

Kikwang introduced Mr. Tall and Handsome as “Dongwoon”, who was a year younger than him.

A year younger? Doojoon was at least three centimetres shorter than Dongwoon. But the name struck him. Dongwoon. Where had he heard that name before?

Or rather seen.

On Junhyung’s pencil case.

Junhyung ♥ Dongwoon.

Doojoon blurted out a question he didn’t mean to ask.

But Kikwang was happy to reply, not a moment of awkward wriggled its way into the atmosphere.

He and Dongwoon were indeed dating now, as they hit it off really well yesterday. Kikwang was rambling again, telling Doojoon all about how they went to the mall, had a drink, walked around the park together…

And as usual, Doojoon blocked his voice out, pretending to be listening.

But then… The doodle on Junhyung’s pencil case?

Was this a different Dongwoon?

Doojoon tapped himself on the head.

I’m thinking too much.

But really, he wasn’t, because the very boy he had been watching for the past three days walked up to Dongwoon and lifted a book up; the cover of the book touching the tip of Dongwoon’s nose.

Dongwoon took the book from Junhyung.

Kikwang cheerfully spun Junhyung around, so the boy was facing Doojoon.

Doojoon didn’t know if they could see him slowly melting away onto the ground.

Junhyung was much cuter in person. His cheeks were big and round, and his bottom lip stuck out a little bit because of this. Doojoon smiled only slightly when he realized Junhyung was a little bit shorter than him. His black framed glasses were perched on top of his nose, the lenses making his eyes look bigger than they actually were.

So he got them back. Doojoon had a mental sigh of relief.

Kikwang introduced the two to each other, explaining that Junhyung and Dongwoon attend the same school and are practically brothers. Junhyung really loves to dance and write music, mostly raps, and he spends his time in the library doing that. Dongwoon had called Junhyung yesterday to tell him about Kikwang, and then the three hung out, just for Kikwang to get to know Junhyung.

And as Kikwang was speaking, Doojoon kept his ears open, not wanting to miss a single word his friend had to say about Junhyung.

Junhyung.

It really was his name.

Doojoon held out his hand for Junhyung to shake, hoping he wasn’t blushing.

Junhyung gripped Doojoon’s hand but didn’t shake it; instead he pulled the teen forward into a hug, chuckling and saying that if Kikwang and Dongwoon were going to be together 24/7, they should hang out too, so neither one is lonely.

Doojoon smiled, and even when Junhyung released him from his hug, the teen reluctantly let go of Junhyung’s hand.

“We should go out sometime,” Doojoon joked, praying that that didn’t sound weird. He did mean ‘go out’, as in a ‘date’, but he was sure Junhyung took it as ‘go out’, as in ‘hang out’.

“Well, I’d love too.” Junhyung pushed his glasses up his nose. “But I hope you mean ‘date’, or else we’re looking at two different books here.”

Doojoon laughed, “No, I think we’re reading the same book.”

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Volleyball Blues (Chapter 14)

hyuukie — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 22:28:57 GMT

Part 1

"Captain looks worried. Really worried." Yoochun sighed as he and Jaejoong left the gym in search of the washroom.

"I'm worried." Jaejoong bit his lip.

"Don't be, Jaejoongie. It's really all just fun and games. Besides, we---" Yoochun stopped walked and held out an arm in front of Jaejoong to stop him from walking too.

"It's her."

"... What?" Jaejoong looked around to try and see what his friend was talking about.

"Minyoung. It's Minyoung!" Yoochun hissed and dragged Jaejoong behind a wall. He pointed at a girl with long, black hair in a JYP uniform who just entered the school.

"That's Minyoung? She goes to JYP!"

"Yeah... Grade twelve student..." Yoochun watched as Minyoung scanned the hallway for any sign of the gym.

"Yoochun...?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we just say hi? Why are we hiding behind this wall?"

"Oh... Um, right." Yoochun stepped out from behind the wall and walked up to Minyoung. "Minyoung!"

Said girl looked back and smiled when she saw Yoochun.

Jaejoong thought she had a pretty smile.

"Yoochun!"

"You're here...?" Yoochun pretended like he didn't know she was coming.

"Surprise!" Minyoung hugged Yoochun. "Yunho invited me. I had to sneak out of school and take the bus here, so don't tell anyone."

"I'll keep you secret." Yoochun silently took Jaejoong's arm and pulled him forward. "Minyoung, this is Jaejoong. Our new addition to the volleyball team."

"Nice to meet you." Minyoung bowed and then held out a hand for Jaejoong to shake. "Has anyone ever told you you're very good looking?"

Jaejoong was taken aback by the comment. "Thank you! You're very pretty."

"Thanks!"

"They are the same...!" Yoochun mumbled under his breath.

"Do you guys know where the gym is?"

"It's just over there," Yoochun pointed down the hall where it ended with two doors. "Through those doors."

"See you in there!" With a slight wave of her hand, Minyoung left the two.

"She's cute," Jaejoong turned around to face Yoochun.

"She's you. But a girl. And older. And very much not a boy."

Jaejoong rolled his eyes. "Whatever. We should really change, or else Changmin might call the police to send a search party out to find us."

"Fine, fine." Yoochun and Jaejoong continued to search for the washroom.
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"I want Yunho, Jaejoong, Yoochun, Hyukjae and Hankyung to also take the court with me." Changmin ordered and jogged onto the court.

JYP also sent out six of their players.

"Holy crap." Jaejoong, being front and centre of the court, muttered when he saw a boy stand right in front of him on the other side of the net. "You're really, really tall."

The boy grinned when he lowered his gaze on Jaejoong, "Nice shorts, dude."

"Nice legs," The boy beside his teammate said with a smirk. "You dating someone?"

"What?" Jaejoong got out of his ready stance to put a hand on his hip.

"Oh, he's got attitude..." The two boys snickered.

"How about I come over there and---"

"Game start!" A whistle blew and a JYP boy in the corner of the court served the ball.

The ball bounced on the ground right beside Jaejoong; the teen's hair flew back a little from the wind the ball created.

"One to zero, JYP's serve."

"Jaejoong, pay attention!" Changmin yelled from the back of the court, clearly angry that they had lost their first point to a serve.

"Sorry, sorry!" Jaejoong got back into ready position, glaring at the two boys on the other side of the net.

Half an hour had passed and the score was SM in the lead, twenty to eighteen.

"One more points, guys." Changmin tried to say it encouragingly, but he was really tired.

"SM's serve."

Changmin bounced the ball a couple of times on the floor and stepped back, behind the serving line. He took in and let out a deep breath before tossing the ball in the air.

"GO CHANGMINNIE!" A voice shrieked in the bleachers, a girl standing up and flailing her arms around.

"What the---?" Changmin lurched forward and hit the ball sideways and into the net.

"Point to JYP. JYP's serve."

All the boys on the SM team turned their heads to look at the girl who distracted their Changmin.

"Oh my gosh... Noona is sorry, Changmin!" Minyoung called out, making an 'o' with her hands around her mouth as if trying to make her voice louder. "You can do this!"

"Minyoung...?!" Changmin's eyes widened. "Why is she here?!"

"Is that Minyoung noona?" The JYP boys were whispering amongst themselves. "Why is she here?"

"YAH! Minyoung noona! Shut up!" A boy from JYP yelled from the court.

"You shut up, Jang Wooyoung! How about I come over there and---"

"Miss, please sit down..." A boy from TY sitting beside Minyoung tugged on the girl's sleeve. "Don't interrupt the game..."

Minyoung bowed and then sat down, "Sorry, sorry."

"Why is she here?!" Changmin whispered to Yunho, both teens getting into ready stance.

"I... I told her to come."

Wooyoung sent the ball over with an overhand serve.

"Got it!" Jaejoong shouted and bumped the ball up.

"Mine!" Yoochun volleyed the ball into the air by the net.

Jaejoong jumped and spiked the ball as hard as he could with his wrist.

"WOO!" Minyoung screamed when none of the JYP boys were able to prevent the ball from hitting the ground.

The SM team broke out into cheers and ran toward each other, giving hugs and high fives.

"Thanks for the support, noona." A boy grumbled as he walked up to Minyoung.

"Yeah, we should tell Principal Park you skipped."

"Don't threaten me, guys." Minyoung rolled her eyes. "If you went to your lover's game and they were facing your school, who would you cheer for?"

The boys shrugged, "Whatever, noona. See you later."

Minyoung patted each boy on the back before running up to Changmin to tackle-hug him. "Congrats, dongsaengie!"

"M-Minyoung!" Changmin put a foot back to keep his balance with his girlfriend hanging off his neck.

"Ew, you're all sweaty, but that's okay!"

"Minyoung..." Changmin detached the girl's arms from around his neck.

"Changmin." Jaejoong tapped the older on the shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Come here for a second." Jaejoong led the volleyball captain away from his girlfriend and instead toward where Yunho, Yoochun, and Junsu were standing. "Let's go outside of the gym." Jaejoong then dragged all four boys out of the gym.

"The third game will start in ten minutes." The announcer said before the five boys had completely left the gym.

"What are we doing?" Changmin stared at Jaejoong with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Harmony." Jaejoong took out a neatly folded piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it, revealing the typed out lyrics of the song.

"Now's really not the time to rehearse, Jae---"

"Shh! Harmonize with me." Jaejoong cleared his throat.

"Eh~"

Junsu opened his mouth too. "Eh~"

Yoochun joined in, nudging Yunho and Changmin to harmonize too. "Eh~"

Jaejoong held up his hand to silence the four. "Wow. We sound awesome."

"Jaejoong, we really should go back---"

"Changmin, I'm going to start singing. Ready?"

"Jae---"

"Captain, just go with it." Yoochun silenced the protesting male, and ushered for Jaejoong to continue.

"Ready, and... I suppose this feeling in my heart would be love. Although I try to hide it, a smile appears on my lips." Jaejoong shoved the paper into Changmin's hands and the other sighed.

"It hasn't even been a day but I begin to miss you again. What should I do? My heart has caught a deep illness."

The paper was soon forgotten and the five just kept singing.

When they finished, Jaejoong smiled. "We're good. Let's go."

"Go?" Changmin raised an eyebrow. "Go where?"

"Go sing this to Minyoung."

"What?! But the third game is about to start, and there's no piano or guitar---"

"It's fine!" Jaejoong pushed Changmin back into the gym, Yunho, Junsu, and Yoochun following.

"Minyoung!" Yoochun jogged up to the girl, she was chatting with a girl from TY. "Come over here."

"What is it, Yoochun?"

"Changmin has something to give to you, before you leave on Sunday."

Minyoung's face seemed to drop at the mention of her leave. "He does?"

"Ready?" Yoochun asked and started counting when he got four nods. "One, two, three..."

The whole gym had gotten quiet when the five had started singing, all eyes were on them.

When the song had ended, Minyoung let out a shaky sigh. "Changmin..."

"Minyoung, I really don't want you to leave and move to America. but if it's what you really want, then I'll wait. I'll wait those eight years for you to visit." Changmin smiled sadly, "I'll keep loving you. Even if you are a million miles away from me."

"Changmin..." Minyoung stepped forward and hugged her boyfriend tightly, the tightest she had ever hugged anyone in her life, and kissed him on the cheek. "You're sweet. You're caring. I love you and I'll be sure to call you and give you one heck of a phone bill."

Changmin laughed and ran a hand through Minyoung's long hair.

"I can't believe she's still leaving after that totally amazing song." Yoochun scratched his head and rummaged through his bag to find his water bottle.

Jaejoong giggled. "Way to ruin the moment."

"Jaejoongie!" Yunho ruffled the shorter teen's hair.

"What? Don't do that!" Jaejoong smoothed out the strands.

"I have this extra pair of shorts... Do you want to wear them? The referee told me your legs are giving everybody nosebleeds... So the third game is postponed because most of the players are in the washroom." Yunho held out a pair of blue shorts that looked like they would go a little bit past Jaejoong's knees.

"Boy shorts...?" Jaejoong took the shorts from Yunho's hands and stared intently at them. "Oh... Oh my gosh... I'll... I'm going to change right now!"

Yoochun and Yunho watched as the teen ran out the gym to the washroom.

"Chapter closed, I guess." Yoochun said as he watched Minyoung and Changmin talk and Junsu trying to volley a ball. "I wonder if we'll still win when Jaejoong has no legs to show off..."
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Song - DBSK - My Little Princess Acapella

Thank you for reading ♥ I really appreciate it, and again, I'm really sorry for not updating... T^T

Volleyball Blues (Chapter 14)

hyuukie — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 22:23:19 GMT

Title: Volleyball Blues
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 14
Pairing: YunJae [main], Jaemin, Yoosu
Summary: Jaejoong tries out for volleyball wearing his sister's shorts. Chaos arrives.
A/N: Honestly, I am really sorry. I feel like such a douche for not updating this in 7 months. Please forgive me! D:
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

"Jaejoong...?"

The teen rolled over and buried his face into his pillow.

He ignored the weird feeling of something wet in that spot.

"Jaejoong!"

Jaejoong pulled the covers up and over his head. His blanket was wet too.

"KIM JAEJOONG!"

"WHAT?!" Jaejoong sat upright and whacked whoever was shouting somewhere on the face.

Yunho stumbled backwards and landed on his butt. "Ow!"

"Yoochun?" Jaejoong rubbed his eyes to try and see the person clearly.

"It's actually Yunho, but I guess you were close."

"Yunho...? My mom let you in...?"

"Yeah... Since Yoochun now has a boyfriend, he decided to go pick up Junsu. I offered to walk you to school."

"That bastard..." Jaejoong grumbled. "Whatever. You're better than Yoochun anyway. Sorry about hitting you..."

"It's alright..."

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Eight thirty."

"Seriously?!" Jaejoong bolted out of bed. "Why didn't my mom wake me up?"

"She said she couldn't wake you up. She tried splashing you with water, but you were like a log."

Jaejoong patted his hair. Indeed, it just as wet as his pillow and blanket. "Oh... But eight thirty?! I'm--- I mean, we're, going to be late!"

Jaejoong was in the middle of putting on his uniform shirt when Yunho spoke up.

"To be honest, I arrived at eight fifteen. When I entered your room, the sight of you sleeping was so cute I just stared."

"To be honest, I would really like to kiss you right now, but because I'm in a hurry, and because you made us late by watching me sleep for fifteen minutes, I've decided not to."

Yunho suddenly felt depressed.

Jaejoong tapped the teen's forehead with his index finger once he got his pants on. "Don't be sad."

"I'll try not to be?" Yunho attempted to smile. "Oh, by the way, the volleyball tournament's today."

Jaejoong's foot missed his sock and he lost his balance; he had to put out an arm to steady himself on his wardrobe. "What?!"

"Yeah, today is Friday." Yunho tapped the square on the younger's calendar hanging on the wall. "You even circled the date."

"Today's Thursday."

"No, it's not. Thursday was yesterday."

"No, tomorrow's Friday."

"Tomorrow is Saturday."

Jaejoong stood there, sock in hand, confused. "HEY MA!" The teen called out to his mother from the top of the stairs.

"WHAT?!" Mrs. Kim shouted back.

"WHAT'S TODAY?"

"FRIDAY!"

Jaejoong put on his socks, a bewildered expression still plastered on his face. "How the hell did I skip Thursday?"

"When you arrived at school, you did look really tired..."

"That's because Changmin decided to keep us overtime and we ended up playing volleyball until ten. That's seven hours of practice!"

Yunho cringed, remembering everyone had to make numerous calls to their parents, telling them they'd be home late. "Yeah, so you were really tired and in every period, you slept. Yoochun walked you home, but then your eyes got droopy, so he had to carry you. Then you mom said once you came home, you flopped down on your bed and slept."

"Wow. I slept through Thursday." Jaejoong slung his bag over his shoulder and exited his bedroom, Yunho following behind. "Where are we going for the tournament?"

"TY High." Yunho waved goodbye to Jaejoong's mother as the two left the house. "We're supposed to leave at nine."

"We can get to school by nine." Jaejoong checked his phone. "Do you think we'll win?"

"There are five other schools playing and all of them aren't very good. I'm pretty sure we'll win."

"Knock on wood." Jaejoong rapped his knuckles against a tree as they passed by the park. "Let's not jinx it."

"You were the one who asked."

"I shouldn't have." Jaejoong adjusted his bag strap.

"Guess what?" Yunho shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to grasp some warmth.

"Did you get me a car so we can drive around tonight after the tournament?"

Yunho's smile dropped. "Don't joke about that. We almost crashed the car and killed ourselves--- killed me. You almost killed me."

"I did not. I parked perfectly."

Yunho scoffed and Jaejoong hit his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm out of guesses. What did you do?"

Yunho stopped walking and grinned.

"You can tell me while we walk or we're gonna be late." Jaejoong checked his phone again. "Scratch that, we're already late."

"I got Minyoung to come today."

Jaejoong halted. "Come again?"

"Minyoung's watching the tournament."

"But! The song---"

"It's okay, Jaejoong, don't panic." Yunho took a few steps to stand beside the younger. "She's just gonna watch. Besides, she's leaving Sunday, so you still have a day."

"A day. A day. ONLY A DAY?!"

"Do you plan on skipping Saturday or something? A day is a long time. It's twenty four hours."

"I know math, thank you..." Jaejoong tugged a strand of hair in his bangs.

"It's eight forty five..." Yunho zipped up his jacket and dropped his phone into his pocket.

"Argh! Let's run!"
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Yoochun finished tying his shoelaces when he suddenly found his face pressed against the gym floor. "Ack!"

"That's what you get for leaving me at home, you bastard! What happened to 'Bros before Hos'?!" Yoochun cringed when he heard Jaejoong's voice, recognizing the bottom of his best friend's shoe to his left cheek.

"Okay. Number one, Junsu is not a 'Ho'. Number two, I have no idea where your shoe has been and I find this position with your sole to my face very disgusting. And number three, I knew Yunho would've been a better choice to walk you to school than me. See, I was thinking of you, 'Bro'!"

Jaejoong lifted his foot off Yoochun's face and wiped the bottom of his shoe on the ground, as if he had just stepped in mud. He held out a hand to help Yoochun up. "You feeling ready?"

"Um, not really. I got germs on my face." Yoochun used the sleeve of his sweater to furiously rub his cheek. "Come with me to wash my face!"

Jaejoong shrugged and followed his friend to the bathroom. "Where's Junsusu?"

"He's with Changmin. The two are trying to convince the principal to let Junsu come to TY High and watch us play."

Yoochun wet his cheek with water before squirting soap into his hand and rubbing his face.

At the mention of Changmin's name, Jaejoong grabbed Yoochun's ear to pull him up from the sink so the other teen was eye level to him. "Guess what Yunho did!"

"Um...?" Yoochun stared back at Jaejoong, soap suds plastered on his left cheek. "Jaejoong, I'm kind of washing my face here---"

"Minyoung's coming to the game."

"What...? Minyoung...? As in, Park Minyoung? As in, Changmin's girlfriend?"

"Yes. That Minyoung." Jaejoong rolled his eyes. Honestly, how many 'Park Minyoung's did Yoochun know?

"Yunho got her to come?" Yoochun leaned over the sink again and splashed his face with water. He then turned off the faucet and took a paper towel from the dispenser. "Does Captain know?"

"I don't know if Yunho told him..."

"Would all members of the volleyball team make their way to the gym immediately."

"This is way off topic, but... What are you wearing for the tournament?" Yoochun asked as the two exited the washroom and opened the door to the gym and entered.

Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. "What I usually wear to practice."

"Pink shorts?"

Jaejoong blushed, "A true man wears pink!"

"But no man wears shorts that short." Yoochun chuckled as the other volleyball members filed into the gym.

"I'm hot, okay?" Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at Yoochun.

"LISTEN UP, PEOPLE!" Changmin's voice sliced through the noise and chatter of everyone else in the gym. "We're leaving now, so get your stuff and head out to the bus."

All the boys nodded or shouted an 'OKAY' and started picking up their bags and water bottles before exiting the gym.

"I'm nervous." Yoochun reached over and tapped Jaejoong on the shoulder, as if that would calm him down. "And where is my SuSu?!"

"I CAN COME!" As if on cue, Junsu hopped onto the bus, grinning.

"MY SUSU!" Yoochun waved his arms in the air to let Junsu know where he was sitting.

Junsu hurried over to Yoochun and plopped down beside him.

"How did you and Captain convince the principal to let you go?"

"I'm the school mascot now." Junsu held up a shirt with a duck on it.

"Our school mascot is a duck?"

"I don't know know what our school is, but I had a duck shirt with me, so I took it out and the principal approved."

"Nice." Yoochun high fived his boyfriend.

Changmin counted the tops of everyone's head, making sure there were eleven boys seated, plus Junsu. "Okay, driver, I think we're good."

Jaejoong rested his head on Yunho's shoulder. "You know," the younger said as the bus started to move, "I noticed we don't have a teacher with us. Aren't we supposed to have a coach?"

Yunho laughed, "Funny story, actually. We used to have a teacher as our coach. But one practice, he was showing us something and ended up breaking his leg. He was rushed to the hospital and our game was the next day. Changmin was such an intense captain of the team that the principal didn't mind not having a teacher to fill in the spot."

"Is that even allowed...?"

"I have no idea. It's worked for two years." Yunho rested his head on top of Jaejoong's.The two fell asleep for the rest of the bus ride.
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"First game is YG versus TY. Second game SM versus JYP. Third game BB versus DSP. The rest is on the board. First team to twenty one wins."

"Second game, guys." Changmin sat down next to Yunho in the circle all the boys had made. "JYP. They have a lot of good players."

"Good players? You mean monsters?" Yoochun frowned. "I swear Ok Taecyeon and Hwang Chansung have grown seven feet taller since last year."

"And Park Jaebum and Something Nichkhun have gotten more... More abs!" Hyukjae whined and gestured to his stomach area, indicating that the JYP team had worked out a lot more than he had.

"Don't let looks let you down!" Changmin barked.

"They are pretty good looking." Jaejoong commented as he and the rest of the team turned their heads to check out the JYP team across the gym.

At that exact moment, a couple of the JYP boys took off their shirts.

All of the SM boys gasped.

"Seriously!" Changmin snapped his fingers. "Get your heads your of dreamland! Who cares if their bodies look better than ours? We beat them last year, we can beat them again!"

"And if they play with their shirts off during the match and distract us, we can just distract them with Jaejoong's legs!" Yoochun blurted, as if it was a good plan inside his head.

"Excuse me?!" Jaejoong punched Yoochun in the arm.

"What's YG's status?" Yunho asked as he peered over Jaejoong's head to check out the game that started between YG and TY.

"Choi Seunghyun, Kwon Jiyoung, Dong Youngbae, Kang Daesung, Lee Seunghyun, and Choi Dongwook are hot as always." Heechul watched the six boys play the other boys on TY. "We can take 'em."

"Those two schools are the only ones I'm really worried about anyway." Changmin ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, boys, go get changed if you're not already and meet back here."

Part 2
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YG - YG Entertainment: Big Bang & SE7EN
BB - Brave Brothers
DSP - Daesung Entertainment
JYP - JYP Entertainment: 2PM & 2AM
SM - SM Entertainment: DBSK & Super Junior
TY - TY Entertainment

First Time

hyuukie — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 01:12:13 GMT

Title: First Time
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung, mentions of Kikwang/Dongwoon
Warning: Swearing, mentions of sex (lol.)
Rating: Definitely not PG. Anywhere above PG.
Summary: Doojoon and Junhyung want to do it for the first time, only to realize that they don't know anything about how to do 'it'.
A/N:: MERRY CHIRSTMAS EVERYBODY! :]
Disclaimer: I don't own this pairing. ~~As much I want to...~~

Doojoon slammed Junhyung up against the door of his bedroom as soon as he closed it, both panting.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," Doojoon mumbled out between kisses, fiddling with the rapper's belt.

"Shh, no words, please," The hand on the back of Doojoon's head pulled him forward, connecting his and Junhyung's lips rather forcefully.

Doojoon couldn't help but grin, still trying to unloop the belt from the buckle. "Why the hell do you even wear pants, Jun?"

"Do you suggest that I walk around pantless?"

"It'd make this a lot easier." Doojoon was almost ready to reach his hand out beside him and grab the scissors off his desk when the belt slipped out of the loop. "Finally."

Junhyung fisted the leader's hair and kissed him again, slightly biting Doojoon's bottom lip.

"Oh..." Doojoon moaned just as he yanked Junhyung's pants down, the article of clothing pooling at the rapper's ankles.

Junhyung stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside with his foot. "Bed...?"

Doojoon nodded in agreement and followed his boyfriend to his bed. "You're still wearing too much clothing, babe," he said, pointing to the other male's shirt.

"Should I take it off," Junhyung sprawled himself across the leader's bed and put a finger on his swollen lips, "Or do you want to?"

Doojoon almost came in his pants right then and there. "I can take it off."

Junhyung patted a spot beside him, but Doojoon pounced on top of him instead. "Oh my God, you're heavy."

"It's all muscle, not fat."

"I'm sure it is," Junhyung shoved a hand under Doojoon's shirt and ran his hand down the leader's stomach, tracing his abs. Doojoon did the same, slowly peeling Junhyung's shirt off, slowly revealing his smooth skin.

"Close your mouth, honey, you're drooling." Junhyung laughed and pecked Doojoon lightly on the lips.

"Holy crap, why are you so hot?" Doojoon didn't expect an answer when he asked, but he did enjoy the sounds of pleasure that escaped Junhyung's mouth when he trailed kisses down his body.

Doojoon practically tore of his boyfriend's underwear and discarded it, feeling very impatient.

"You don't need to rush things, you know."

"I know, but I just can't wait." Doojoon held up his index finger and stared at Junhyung's hole.

He'd never done it with a guy before, but it was technically the same as doing it with a girl, right? Then again, he had never done it with a girl either.

Doojoon took a deep breath and stuck his finger in, hoping he was doing it right.

The leader swore his eardrums burst when Junhyung shrieked; it was loud and high-pitched, Doojoon didn't even know the rapper's voice could go that high.

"What the fuck was that?!" Junhyung shrunk away from Doojoon and pulled the blanket up to cover himself, his gaze still on the slightly older male, a horrified expression plastered on his face.

"Is there a good reason why you put a finger up my ass?"

"Um," Doojoon didn't really know why he did that, seeing as he had no knowledge of sex with a male. Or female. Or with anything at all. "I thought... Isn't that how it works?"

"I hope not!" Junhyung could feel his heart racing and ready to pop out of his chest any second. "Who the hell would enjoy that?!"

The two sat in silence, both in thought.

"Well, this is just really awkward now." Doojoon scratched his head and and rolled off Junhyung, lying beside him instead. "What do we do now?"

"What do we do? We turn on the computer, of course." Junhyung reached to grab his shirt off the floor and he quickly pulled it on.

"The computer?"

"Yes, we need Google."

"Why do we need Google?"

"I'm gonna see how the fridge this works." Junhyung slipped on his boxers and jeans, not bothering to zip or button up.

"'Fridge'?"

"I meant to say 'fudge' in replacement of 'fuck' but it came out as 'fridge'." Junhyung pressed the power button on Doojoon's laptop and waited for the thing to load. "What's your password?"

Doojoon blushed a little bit, before squeaking, "I'm not telling!"

"Okay. I'm going to guess then." Junhyung turned back to the screen and typed in 'yongjunhyung'. He smiled when it immediately logged in. "Aww, Doojoonie, you're so cute!"

"Junhyung!" The leader groaned and pulled up a chair to sit beside the other male. "Now I have to change it..."

"You can change it to 'ilovejunhyung', I won't tell anyone." Junhyung joked, pinching Doojoon's cheeks playfully.

Doojoon turned red, as if he was thinking of changing his password to 'ilovejunhyung'.

"What do I type in...?" Junhyung stared at the Google homepage, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, ready to type.

"I dunno, just type 'How to guys do it?'"

Junhyung typed in what Doojoon had said and scanned the results. "These are for heterosexual people. I'm pretty sure we quit being heteros a while back."

"Then search 'How do homosexuals do it?'"

Junhyung did and clicked on the first link.

The two BEAST members frowned as they read the information.

After reaching the bottom of the page, Doojoon broke the silence. "I was right. I do have to put my finger up your butt."

"Oh fridge. It doesn't say 'finger' Yoon Doojoon, it says 'fingers'. Then after is your thing. I have just decided, I don't want to be bottom."

"You can't say that, you said you didn't mind being the woman in the relationship."

"That was before I knew I would be in for total pain when it came to sexual situations!"

"I don't want to be the 'receiver', everything about me screams 'giver'!"

"Then we can't do it. Ever." Junhyung declared, putting his hands on his behind as if protecting it.

"You can't have a relationship without sex!"

"Says who?"

"That's just not how it works!"

"Easy for you to say! You'll be able to walk after our sexual encounters!"

"We haven't even tried it. It might feel good!"

"What's so good about being in pain?"

Doojoon rolled his eyes, "It's the same as being with girls, Junnie!"

"Then girls like being in pain!"

"Junhyung!"

"Doojoon!"

"Think about me!"

"What about you?"

"What if I get urges?"

"Drop those urges! Get new ones!"

"How do you get new urges?"

"I don't know, but I'm not having intercourse with you!"

A knock on the door interrupted the small fight the two were having. "Doojoon hyung? Dinner's ready."

"Okay, coming!" Doojoon waited for the footsteps to walk away and disappear before turning back to stare at his boyfriend. "I think we should at least give it a chance."

"Let's just eat." Junhyung stood up and walked out of Doojoon's room, eager to get away from the topic.
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"I have a question." Doojoon suddenly said as the BEAST members ate.

The boys continued to eat, but they were looking at the leader to let him know they were listening.

"I'm just going to ask without any awkward points leading up to my question."

"Just ask, hyung," Dongwoon covered his mouth when he spoke since there was food in it.

"When guys have sex, does it hurt the receiver?"

All of the members choked on their dinner and Junhyung literally spit his out.

"Is this really something to bring up while we're eating?" Junhyung glared at Doojoon, hoping to kill him with his stare.

"Yes, it's a great subject to bring us all closer together."

"He sounds like a rapist." Kikwang whispered to Hyunseung, both of them looking at Doojoon as if he had gone insane.

"Please answer the question."

"You think we know the answer?" Yoseob pushed his plate away, he had suddenly lost his appetite.

"Maybe not you, Seob, but I think Dongwoon and Kikwang know."

Dongwoon's eyes widened and Kikwang flushed pink. "W-What do you mean 'Dongwoon and Kikwang know'?"

"Haven't you guys done it already?" Doojoon just knew they have had intercourse at least once.

"What makes you think we've done it?" Dongwoon protested, pushing his plate away as well.

"Like we didn't all hear Kikwang screaming your name from your room all night last Christmas." Hyunseung retorted, the memory still fresh in his mind.

"Shut up!" Dongwoon picked a potato off his plate and flung it at the older.

Doojoon ignored the two and put his attention on Kikwang. "So you're bottom. How does it feel?"

"Excuse me?"

"Does it hurt? Does it feel good? What does it feel like?"

"You are so fridging embarrassing!" Junhyung slapped a hand over Doojoon's mouth. "You don't have to answer, Kikwang."

Even though his mouth was covered, Doojoon kept his gaze on Kikwang, telling him to give him an answer with his eyes.

Kikwang blinked a few times before stuttering, "I-I guess it feels good... If you're careful it doesn't hurt..."

Doojoon tore Junhyung's hand off his mouth and tackled the rapper to the floor. "I told you it would feel good! Now we should do it!"

"No! I refuse!" Junhyung tried to push the leader off him. "Get off, Doojoon! I don't want to do anything with you! It will hurt!"

"Trust me!" Doojoon picked up his boyfriend and rested him on his shoulder like the other male was a sack of dirt.

"Put me down!" Junhyung started hitting Doojoon's back with his fists.

Dongwoon, Yoseob, Kikwang, and Hyunseung watched as Doojoon carried Junhyung up to his room.

"Should we have helped him?" Hyunseung asked, feeling a bit guilty.

"Nah, he'll be fine." Dongwoon shrugged and took his plate to the kitchen.
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"I told you it would feel amazing. Kikwang told you it would feel amazing." Doojoon smirked as he rolled onto his side to face Junhyung.

"Yeah, okay, so it did feel... kinda good." Junhyung turned his head to look at Doojoon.

"It was way more than kinda good. I doubt all those noises and you crying out my name was just kinda good."

"You're full of yourself. You pleasure me once and now you think you're the 'God of Sex'." Junhyung poked the leader's nose.

Doojoon took Junhyung's hand that was previously by his nose and used it to pull the younger closer.

"First Kikwang and Dongwoon and now Doojoon and Junhyung! Will I ever enjoy a Christmas in here?! This is a home, not a sex house!" Hyunseung yelled out. Doojoon and Junhyung could tell he was purposely standing next to Doojoon's bedroom door.

"You still have four hours of Christmas left!" Junhyung shouted back.

When they heard no snark comment, they assumed the dancer had left to savour the rest of the night.

"Merry Christmas, Junhyung." Doojoon captured his boyfriend's lips and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Merry Christmas, Doojoon."
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! <3
Hope this satisfies your 2Jun need for the rest of the Christmas ^_^♥

(I don't really know why Junhyung uses the word 'fridge', I guess it was because I started using it recently... xD)

And if you haven't already, join joonjun for Doojoon/Junhyung! :D

Cooking Cooking!

hyuukie — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 02:41:32 GMT

Title: Cooking Cooking!
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung
Summary: Doojoon finds out that Junhyung can't cook and he has to be the one to break the news to the rapper.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing ^_^

"Try it."

"I dare you."

Doojoon stared at Yoseob and Kikwang and couldn't help but laugh at their seriousness. "You dare me?"

"Yes! I dare you!" Kikwang repeated, slamming his hand down on the dining table so hard that the plate of questionable food hovered in the air or a second before landing.

"Okay, okay, take it easy." Doojoon picked up the fork lying next to the plate and lifted it, ready to dig in. "It smells kinda good," he commented.

Before his fork could touch the food, Yoseob grabbed the older's hand.

"Did I hear correctly, Kikwang? Did Doojoon just say this smelled kinda good?"

"Yup, you heard right."

"What now, guys?" Doojoon rolled his eyes, irritated. "Do you want me to eat this or not?"

"We want you to eat it, but how could you think this smells good?" Kikwang leaned down and inhaled. His face contorted in digust. "Remind me to never do that again."

Yoseob let go of Doojoon's hand and let the man stick his fork into the pile of food.

Doojoon poked some pieces of the unknown onto his fork and shoved it into his mouth.

Yoseob and Kikwang watched, waiting for a reaction.

The leader surprised them when he spit the food out onto the table and started coughing.

"I guess he doesn't like it." Yoseob whispered, pushed a glass of water closer to the older.

"Who---"Cough. "---made this?" Doojoon gulped down the water, hoping to get the taste out of his mouth.

"Junhyung." Kikwang answered, scratching his head.

Doojoon, mouth full of water, sprayed the liquid everywhere. "What?!"

"Yeah, manager hyung said we were buying too much take out food." Yoseob shrugged, "Apparently we spent too much money and we could loose our figures."

"So last night, Junhyung decided to cook." Kikwang shivered at the memory. "You weren't here because you wanted to practice at the dance studio. I envied you that night."

"Loose our figures? Spent too much money? Who the hell cares!" Doojoon stood up and got some paper towels from the cupboard. "I'd rather be fat, flabby and broke than to eat whatever that crap is."

"Dongwoon suggested it was spaghetti..." Yoseob and Kikwang helped the leader clean up the mess on the table.

"How long do we have to go without decent food?"

Kikwang thought. "I think manager hyung said two weeks."

"Two weeks?!" Doojoon frowned. "Well, do any of you guys know how to cook?"

Both boys shook their heads. "And I'm pretty sure Dongwoon and Hyunseung can't either. We know how to boil ramen though. And there's a cooking book in the kitchen."

"Let's live on ramen." Doojoon said flatly, throwing the used paper towels in the garbage.

"Or," Yoseob dumped the 'food' in the compost and placed the dirty dish in the sink. "We could just tell Junhyung that his cooking sucks."

Doojoon looked at the younger as if he had three eyes. "No way. If we tell him, he'll start moping around and never talk to us again."

Kikwang smiled brightly, "That's why you'll be the one to tell him, hyung!"

"Me? I'm not telling Junhyung anything!"

"Telling me what?" As if on cue, the rapped entered the kitchen.

"Oh! Hyung! Doojoon has---" Yoseob pushed said man forward, "---something to tell you."

"Um..." Doojoon smiled nervously at Junhyung. "Hi."

"Hey." Junhyung smiled back, waiting for what the leader had to say.

"So... Uh, I have this friend."

"Okay..."

"And he can't... Well, he doesn't know how to... do laundry."

Kikwang raised an eyebrow. "Laundry?"

"Shut up!" Doojoon hissed, picturing an angry Junhyung hurling pots and pans in his direction once he told the rapper he couldn't cook. "Basically, babe, what I'm trying to say is that you..."

"I what?"

"You..."

Junhyung motioned for Doojoon to continue.

"Just say it, hyung!" Yoseob shouted, desparate.

"You look really hot today." Doojoon blurted.

"WHAT?!" Kikwang's eyes widened, hoping he was dreaming, hoping that the older hadn't really said that.

"Really? I mean, I just got out of bed, so..." Junhyung ruffled his hair to smooth it out and he glanced at the clock. It read one o'clock PM.

"You always look cute. Um, give me a hug," Doojoon wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and let out a shaky sigh.

"Is something wrong? You can tell me, you know."

"Uh, nothing's wrong."

Junhyung parted from the leader and walked over to the fridge. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Are you making breakfast, hyung?" Kikwang asked.

"Sure."

"I just remembered! Yoseob and I already had breakfast. We ate at like... Uh, we ate before you got up so we're good." Kikwang tried to push the image of breakfast made by Junhyung out of his head.

Yoseob gave thumbs up and exited the kitchen, Kikwang in tow.

"Then I guess it's just you and me."

Doojoon started to panic when Junhyung pulled eggs out of the fridge. "What about Hyunseung and Dongwoon?"

"They're sick. They left the table after dinner last night and you could hear them puking in the bathroom."

He gave them food poisoning. Doojoon feared for his life. "Uh, honey, I'm not hungry..."

"Why aren't you hungry? Everybody's hungry in the morning."

"I had a huge dinner last night. Dancing really worked up an appetite."

"But you haven't even tried my cooking yet."

"I'll try it some other time."

Junhyung put the eggs back in the fridge. "Alright. You can try it tonight. I'm making dinner." The rapper patted Doojoon on the back and went up to his bedroom.

"Oh..." Doojoon collapsed onto the kitchen floor and rolled over onto his back. He closed his eyes. "What am I going to do...?"

"I'll tell you what you're going to do!" Doojoon felt Kikwang's breath tickling his right ear.

The leader opened one eye and found Kikwang looming over him. "I'm not telling him anything."

"But you have too! For the sake of the world, hyung!"

Doojoon sat up and turned his head so he was staring Kikwang in the eye. "Why me?"

"Because you two love each other. He won't be as mad."

"I'm gonna say that doesn't make sense because I don't want to tell him."

"Please! You got it easy!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Kikwang pouted, "When me and Seob fed you his 'experiment' or whatever that monster thing was, you had the freedom to spit it out. Imagine the four of us sitting at the dining table, plates of poison in front of us, and Junhyung watching us. We had to swallow it."

Doojoon felt sympathy for his members. "But that doesn't mean I have to tell him."

"Come on! Take one for the team!"

The two stayed in silence before Doojoon sighed. "Did you guys really swallow it?"

Kikwang nodded in horror.

The leader flopped backwards onto the tiled floor. "Fine, I'll do it."
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"Um... Junnie?"

"Yes...?" Junhyung was sprawled across his bed on his stomach playing Tetris on his laptop.

"I have a confession."

"Uh huh."

"I love you."

"Cool."

"And you love me too, right?"

"Sure."

"Since we love each other so much, you wouldn't be offended if I said something that you do was bad, right?"

"Okay."

"So, if I said something like your cooking isn't very good... Would you throw something at me?"

"Maybe."

Maybe? "I'm just going to say this. Junhyung," Doojoon took a deep breath.

"I won!" Junhyung grinned and sat upright. He stretched his arms out and blinked a few times.

"Junhyung..."

"I WON!" The rapper hopped off his bed and jumped on top of his boyfriend, their lips smashing together, both tumbling down to the floor.

"I'm sorry, what were you about to say?"

Doojoon stared at Junhyung sitting on top of him and all thoughts were erased from his head.

"Did you forget?" Junhyung slid a hand under his boyfriend's shirt. "Wanna tell me later?"

"Yeah." Doojoon hooked an arm behind Junhyung's neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
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"It took you an hour to say 'Jun baby, you can't cook.'?" Kikwang noticed the older's shirt was missing a few buttons, his jean pants were open, and his hair was messy.

"I didn't actually get to that part."

"Then what did you do for an hour? Screw him into the floor?"

Doojoon didn't answer.

"Hyung!"

"I'll tell him, Kikwang! I just couldn't tell him at that moment."

"Tell him before dinner, at least. You know, before we all die."

"I've got time. Dinner is in three hours."

"I might wanna add that Junhyung takes an hour to cook, so dinner is in two hours and our deaths are in three."

"Stop exaggerating."

"You ate what he made. You know what it tastes like."

Doojoon tried not to think about it. "I'm going to do it!"

"What are you going to do?"

Kikwang and Doojoon turned around to find Junhyung standing there, a cookie in his hand.

"Junhyung, Doojoon is going to explode if he doesn't say this." Kikwang shoved the leader in front of the rapper.

"Say what?"

Doojoon thought his boyfriend looked really cute eating the chocolate chip cookie. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"I can't really make that promise." Junhyung stuffed the rest of the cookie into his mouth and chewed.

"Here goes..." Doojoon placed a hand on the slightly younger's shoulder. "Junhyungie, you're not very good at cooking."

"... Huh?" Kikwang took a glance at Junhyung to see how he was taking it. The poor rapper looked like a kicked puppy.

"Don't do that face, Junnie. You know I love you and everything about you, just not your cooking."

"But... You haven't even eaten anything I've cooked."

"Before you got up, Kikwang and Yoseob fed me leftovers of your food from last night. Honestly, it was terrible."

"Is that why Dongwoon and Hyunseung are sick?"

"Probably."

"Well..." Junhyung bit his lip. "What are we going to eat for two weeks?"

"Instant noodles." Kikwang smiled at the delightful picture of ramen in his head.

"For two weeks...?" Junhyung picked up a cooking book off the counter. "If I read this, will you let me cook again?"

Doojoon stared at the book in the rapper's hand. "You didn't follow a book?"

"Nope. I just threw in everything in our fridge that I thought would taste good together."

Kikwang raised an eyebrow. "Maybe that's why your spaghetti made us want to vomit."

"Spaghetti? I made rice and potatoes last night."

"Reading the book is a wise choice." Kikwang tried to imagine how the 'spaghetti' could've been 'rice and potatoes'.

"So we're having ramen tonight and I can try cooking tomorrow?"

Kikwang smiled. "Yeah, as long as you don't make rice and potatoes ever again."

"Ow!" Doojoon held his head where Junhyung hit him in the head with the book. "What was that for?"

"For saying that my cooking sucks. But, thank you for being honest."

"Hey, Kikwang, could you leave the kitchen for a second?" Doojoon said, pointing to the doorway.

"Are you guys gonna do it on the counter or something?"

"Stay away form the counter for a while."

"Oh ew." Kikwang ran out of the room and up the stairs.
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So here's my OTP in a fic!
I'm sorry I haven't posted any 2Jun fics lately, high school is being a HUGE bitch. T_T
But there's always 2Jun to make me feel better ^_^♥
(I just noticed this fic contains a lot of the word 'something'. Can you count how many times I used this word? O_O)
Listen to this song:

BEAST: Beautiful PIC SPAM!

hyuukie — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 03:33:36 GMT

Title: Spotted by a Fangirl.
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung, Yoseob/Dongwoon
Summary: PIC SPAM FROM B2ST'S NEW VIDEO BEAUTIFUL. KLDJAHFIUE THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. ♥____♥
A/N: Since I haven't updated in a while, I give you this. And seriously, 2Jun was too obvious in the music video. I need more of them. *_*
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairings.

Okay, this is Doojoon being the hottest DJ on the face of the planet. <3

This is Junhyung staring at the hottest DJ on the face of the planet. (And Yoseob and Dongwoon being cute as always. ^^)

Hehe, he's so into Doojoon. ~~we all are.~~♥_♥

Doojoon staring at Junhyung as he, Yoseob, and Dongwoon get ready to dance. :]

Junhyung practicing his awesome skills. He's so awesome. <3

OH NOES! Junhyung got hurt! D:

Doojoon's face reads: OMFG MY BF! D:

Doojoon reaching to help Junhyung up. :]

When Kikwang was dancing all hot and bad-ass like, Doojoon looks at Junhyung.

DO YOU SEE THAT?! MY OTP ARE STARING AT EACH OTHER IN THE BACK! :3 (Bonus! Yoseob's blowfish face and Dongwoon's just hot. ♥ P.S, does anyone know how Dongwoon was a blonde in the beginning of the MV, and now all of a sudden he's a brunette O_O)

Doojoon looks at Junhyung.

Junhyung looks right back. (with his tongue sticking out ~~dirty thoughts are running through his head~~)

Do you notice Dongwoon and Yoseob whispering to each other? ^^

Because I love BEAST. (And Hyunseung is giving me a heart ♥)

Yoseob's face is priceless. Enough said.

A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E. (Is my bias showing? :x)

Rawr. Kikwang is so flippin' cute. <3

Just LOL. xD

I ♥ Dongwoon's smile here.

-deadeadead- IM SHOWING MY BIAS.♥

Yoon Doojoon wants YOU in his ~~BEDROOM~~ CLUB tonight. :D

That concludes my pic spam. :) ♥

Battle of the Bands (Chapter 2)

hyuukie — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 03:26:45 GMT

Title: Battle of the Bands
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 2
Pairing: YunJae, YooSu, [YooMinSu?]
Warning: Language
Summary: Japan welcomes Korea's number one boyband, Dong Bang Shin Ki! They're hot, great dancers and singers, and everyone loves them. But what does this mean for Tohoshinki, Japan's number one boyband? Will they still be number one after DBSK's debut?
A/N: adopted plot bunny from heirani Hope you like it! <3 :]
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairings

(One)

NOTE: Kim Kibum = Key from SHINee, not Super Junior (as much as I love both of them to death.) :D

"NO! NO! NO!"

Benjamin frowned as he tried to pull Junsu out the door. He had successfully dragged the younger out of his bed, but there was no such luck in getting him out the front door. "Junsu, we're going to be late!"

"LET GO HYUNG!"

Yoochun saw the struggle and walked up behind Junsu. He kicked his bandmate in the butt and Junsu went flying out the door and landed on the lawn.

Benjamin watched as Junsu grumbled and got into the car. "Thanks, Yoochun."

"Anytime, hyung."

"Great. Now for Heechul, Kibum, and Jaejoong..."

"I see you got the easiest one out of bed first."

"Jaejoong's last," Benjamin said flatly, going upstairs to get Kibum.

"Do I help or what?"

"Help would be nice."
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Benjamin flopped down on the couch next to Yoochun, an icepack pressed to his left eye.

"How's the eye, hyung?" Yoochun stared at the exhausted man.

"I'm in a lot of pain. That's all I can register." Benjamin lightly touched a cut on his right cheek. "I don't remember Jaejoong being so violent."

"He's only violent when he doesn't want something."

"I know that now. Thanks for the heads up, Yoochun."

"No problem."

"We gotta go. DBSK's probably already at the studio. And we better get into the car before your fellow members sneak out."

"Yeah, that sounds like something Jaejoong would do."

Benjamin removed the ice pack and blew his hair out of his face. "Exactly. Let's go."
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Samuel wanted to reach out and poke Benjamin's bruise. He restrained himself. "DBSK's in their dressing room."

"So is Tohoshinki."

"I'll bring the boys into the studio and you can bring Tohoshinki in."

Benjamin shrugged, "Yeah, okay. But I'll need like, half an hour."

"What...? Why do you need so much time?"

"I will see you in half an hour!" Benjamin winked at Samuel and dashed down the hall.

"You guys get up and get to the studio!" Benjamin shouted once he entered the dressing room.

All the boys groaned.

"No thank you," Jaejoong replied with fake politeness.

"I'll pass," Heechul turned a page in his magazine.

"Come on, pleease?" Ben whined, grabbing Kibum's wrist and tugged, trying to get him off the couch.

"Why would we leave the comfort of our dressing room to go meet a band we don't even like?" Jaejoong leaned over to read Heechul's magazine. He spotted an article on DBSK and immediately flipped the page.

"But you didn't meet them!"

"We saw them on TV," Kibum commented. He stood up to get a water bottle from the mini fridge in the corner, but his manager pushed him out the open door.

Benjamin quickly closed the door and locked it.

"Okay, Kibum is now outside of the dressing room, so you guys should go fetch him."

They all heard pounding on the door and angry yells from the other side.

When no one budged or moved to get the door, Benjamin sighed.

"Fine, fine, if you guys meet DBSK and perform with them and stuff, I'll make sure you never have to see them again!"

Jaejoong peered over the top of the magazine to meet his manager's gaze. He raised an eyebrow as if trying to detect lies in Benjamin's statement. "Never again?"

"Never again."

The leader of Tohoshinki thought. "Deal. Come on, boys, let's head towards our worst nightmare!" Jaejoong hopped off the couch, Heechul, Junsu, and Yoochun in tow, unlocked the door and exited the room.

Kibum was confused as to why Jaejoong would suddenly want to meet DBSK. "Uh, I was locked out of the room, I missed the whole 'We're very excited to perform with DBSK now' deal."

"Our lovely manager Park has made a compromise with us," Junsu explained as the five of them walked down the hallway.

"What kind of compromise would convince Jaejoong to face Dong Bang Shin Ki?"

Yoochun put his arms around Junsu and Kibum. "Apparently the compromise that, after this, we don't have to see Dong Bang Shin Ki ever again."

Kibum blinked a few times. "Oh, that's a good compromise."

Heechul pursed his lips, "I'm still not sure."

The five stopped in front of Studio C.

"Look," Jaejoong turned around to look at his members. "Nothing bad could possibly happen, right? The worst is if I attack one of them, but otherwise, we'll be perfectly fine. Remember our five rules for people we don't like?"

Kibum held up his index finger, "Be polite no matter what."

Junsu put up two fingers, "Breathe deeply and if you feel like killing them, do it in your head. Or count to ten."

"Don't make any facial expressions that will turn them off," Heechul added, holding up three fingers.

"Don't look directly into their eyes." Yoochun had four fingers up.

Jaejoong smiled and patted his friends on their backs, "And lastly, avoid physical contact at all times."

"This is so ridiculous." Yoochun muttered, "We don't know if we like them or not."

Jaejoong ignored him and placed a hand on top of the door knob, "Are you guys ready?"

"Ready."

Jaejoong turned the knob and opened the door.

"Hi, we're Toho---" Jaejoong didn't get to finish his sentence when a something smacked him right in the face.
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Yunho inspected himself in the mirror of the studio and smoothed out his white button-up shirt.

"Oh my, look who's touching themselves up before the arrival of Tohoshinki."

Yunho saw Changmin smirking at him in the mirror.

"I'm not 'touching up', I just have to always look good."

"That's funny." Changmin ruffled the older's hair and made sure it got really messy. "Not so good looking now, eh? What will Tohoshinki think?"

"I'm not trying to look good for them!" Yunho chased his bandmate around the studio.

"Sam hyung, when are they gonna get here?" Minho rested his chin in his palm. "I'm so bored!"

"Their manager said they were coming in half an hour twenty minutes ago. They should be here very soon, Minho." Samuel checked his phone and exited the room, mouthing something about 'gotta take this call'.

"I'm going to die," Minho pouted and played around with his iPod.

"Just listen to music, maknae," Kyuhyun tossed headphones to Minho, who immediately plugged them in and turned on his music player.

It was quiet, except for the sounds of Yunho and Changmin's shoes making squeaky noises against the floor.

"IT'S TIME FOR LOVE! SOMEBODY TO LOVE!" Minho belted out at the top of his lungs.

Yunho did a one hundred and eighty degree turn from chasing Changmin to tackling Minho.

"AGH!" Minho screeched. He felt the air being knocked out of his lungs at the impact of his hyung's shoulder to his ribs.

"WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE THAT SONG ON YOUR IPOD?!"

"I... Like... It...!" Minho gasped out, wrestling the leader, trying to throw him off.

Changmin picked up Minho's iPod and hurled it at the floor, the electronic breaking in half vertically.

"HEY!" Minho shoved Yunho off with all his might and scrambled to his feet.

He didn't remain standing for long, he was soon on top of Changmin, attempting to land a hit to the older's face.

"Changmin hyung, you didn't really have to break his iPod," Jinki struggled to pry Minho off Changmin. "Minho, stop it!"

Yunho decided to help Jinki, and when the maknae was off Changmin, the leader offered his hand to the younger on the floor.

Changmin took Yunho's hand and stood up.

"What do I do about my iPod?" Minho had his broken music played cradled in his hands.

Kyuhyun picked it up and chucked the green iPod behind him, as if saying 'you don't need it', "We'll get you a new one."

"Ow!"

The noise made DBSK turn around.

Standing at the door were five boys.
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"Ow!" Jaejoong rubbed the bridge of his nose where the unknown object had hit. "What the hell was that?"

Yoochun bent down and laughed when he found out what had struck Jaejoong. "Hyung, you got owned by a green iPod."

"Ahh," Jaejoong frowned at the broken thing dangling from Yoochun's index finger and thumb. "Am I damaged?"

Heechul slapped Jaejoong's hand away from his nose and examined it. "Nope, you're intact."

"Good. As I was saying, we're Toho---" Jaejoong was stopped again when he got the chance to look at the five males staring at him. "I'm sorry, do you guys know where Dong Bang Shin Ki is?"

Changmin closed Yunho's jaw and hit the leader on the back of the head.

Yunho coughed and then spoke, "We're DBSK."

Heechul chuckled, "Haha, you're funny. But seriously, we're supposed to meet with them, and you're too good looking to be Dang What Something."

Minho was puzzled. He leaned down and whispered to Jinki, "I'm not really sure if that's a compliment because he called us good looking, or if that's an insult because he can't pronounce our band name..."

Jinki shrugged, "It's both...?"

Kyuhyun stepped in front of Yunho so he'd stop staring, "You're Tohoshinki?"

Yoochun nodded enthusiastically. "So you guys are Dong Bang Shin Ki?"

"Yeah. Our manager just left to take a call, he should be back to tell us what we're supposed to do." Kyuhyun flipped out his phone, trying to contact Samuel.

"You guys are really hot in person," Junsu blurted out, causing Jaejoong, Heechul, Kibum, Yoochun, and DBSK to look at him. "... Sorry."

"Oh?" Changmin walked up to Junsu and slung an arm around him, "Do you think so?"

Junsu lost his voice when he saw Heechul's expression of 'Please stop talking'.

The two boybands were enveloped by awkward silence.

"You can't go in there!" A voice shouted outside of the studio. "Please don't tell DBSK the news until Tohoshinki gets out!"

Jaejoong knew it was Benjamin's voice right away.

"Why do I have to wait for Tohoshinki to leave the room?"

"Because--- Hey, wait!"

The boys were already watching the door when it opened, revealing Samuel with Benjamin hugging his arm, trying to pull him back out.

"Guys!"

Yunho raised his eyesbrows at the scene. "Yes?"

"That record company, RENZ, wants to sign you!"

"Really? Is that good?" Minho beamed, just glad that a company wanted them.

"Good? It's freakin' awesome!" Samuel grinned.

"Now we have a chance to be number one here!" Yunho high-fived Jinki.

Benjamin paled, seeing the look on Tohoshinki's faces. "Oh shit," He uttered out before Jaejoong launched himself at Yunho successfully pinning down the leader of DBSK and landed a punch to his face.

Heechul was already beating Kyuhyun, Kibum and Junsu had jumped onto Changmin and Jinki's backs and were tugging their hair.

"JAEJOONG HYUNG!" Yoochun yelled, gripping the older's shirt to tear him off Yunho, "What happened to Rule Number Two? Violence is supposed to happen in your head!"

"I don't get it," was all that came out of Samuel's mouth.

"Tohoshinki is under Avex Entertainment and RENZ is Avex's rival company." Benjamin ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
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RENZ is random. I couldn't think of a good company name >_<
Comment please? <3

Battle of the Bands (Chapter 1)

hyuukie — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 03:59:46 GMT

Title: Battle of the Bands
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 1
Pairing: YunJae, YooSu, [YooMinSu?]
Warning: Language
Summary: Japan welcomes Korea's number one boyband, Dong Bang Shin Ki! They're hot, great dancers and singers, and everyone loves them. But what does this mean for Tohoshinki, Japan's number one boyband? Will they still be number one after DBSK's debut?
A/N: adopted plot bunny from heirani :]
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairings

NOTE: Kim Kibum = Key from SHINee, not Super Junior (as much as I love both of them to death.) :D

Yoochun sat down on the living room couch with his bowl of cereal and switched on the TV.

It was 2:30 AM. Everyone was sleeping.

He wasn't all that tired, but their schedule did make him miss the five o'clock news. He waited for the repeat of the evening news to come on.

"And now our latest and, for all you fangirls out there, most interesting news," Misaki Hikaru, the news reporter, was grinning.

"Yoochun, what the heck are you doing up?" Jaejoong rubbed his eyes and plopped himself down next to his bandmate.

"I wasn't sleepy. And the five o'clock news is on again. Misaki is announcing something really interesting to fangirls..."

"Oh really? Is it about another one of those commercials we just filmed?"

"Shh, listen."

"Japan welcomes new boyband, Dong Bang Shin Ki! They are a very popular Korean group which consists of five members; their leader, Jung Yunho, Cho Kyuhyun, Shim Changmin, Lee Jinki, and maknae, Choi Minho."

"I noticed Big Forehead wasn't in his bed." Junsu yawned and padded across the living room to sit down next to Yoochun. "What's going on?"

"Be quiet!" Yoochun and Jaejoong hissed, staring intently at the screen.

"Their Japanese debut single 'Stay With Me Tonight' was released today at twelve o'clock PM. Sixty six thousand copies have already been sold and their song is on top of the Oricon charts."

"Holy crap!" Junsu exclaimed, forgetting to keep his voice low. "Sixty six thousand copies in five hours...? And that was their debut song?"

Heechul stumbled into the living room, his eye mask perched atop his head, "What's all the noise about... People are trying to sleep here!"

"It's 'Dong Bang Shin Ki'." Jaejoong pointed at the TV. He was frowning.

"Don't Bang Happy? What did you say?" Heechul raised an eyebrow and averted his attention to the television. If Jaejoong sad face was on, something was wrong.

"They have already gained a lot of fans here in Japan, and we hope they do well and gain even more."

Heechul snorted, "How would Misaki know that Din Bong Stinky got fans? They're a newbie group."

"A newbie group that sold sixty six thousand copies of their debut single and managed to wiggle their way to the top of the Oricon charts." Junsu added.

"Sixty six thousand...?!"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING DOWN THERE?" An angry voice echoed through the living room.

Kibum stomped down the stairs and glared at his members, "Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

"SHH!" They all had their index fingers on their lips.

"Dong Bang Shin Ki are expected to fly into Japan in two days to promote their new, popular single. They are to also perform at A-Nation next week. Tickets are on sale now."

"What's Misaki talking about? Who's Dong Bang Shin Ki?" Kibum looked like a lost puppy.

"They just debuted, and apparently, they're really popular." Jaejoong leaned back in the couch and huffed.

"So what if they're popular?" Kibum stretched without a care in the world.

"Sixty six thousand copies sold for their debut song!"

"OKAY, JUNSU!" Jaejoong interrupted loudly. "We get it, sixty six thousand freakin' copies of their debut single."

"They already bother me," Heechul scoffed.

"Are they good looking?" Kibum dared to ask.

Yoochun shrugged. "Actually, they are pretty nice look---"

"They're hideous." Jaejoong said flatly.

"Hyung! You weren't even half awake when Misaki read the names of the members," Yoochun complained. "You can't judge them just because their debut---"

"--- song sold sixty blah blah blah. You're turning into Junsu. Besides, in my dreams I can tell if something is no good or not."

"I'm with Jae." Heechul twirled a lock of hair between his fingers as he thought.

Yoochun cut in, "You guys don't know them yet! Give them a chance!"

"A chance? A chance to what? Steal our fans?" Jaejoong shot Yoochun a glare.

Yoochun glared right back. "Who says they're after our fans? There are a lot of people in Japan, you know."

"Let's just go to bed," Junsu smiled tiredly. "We'll see if Dong Bang Shin Ki rises or falls. But no matter what, we'll still be number one, right?"

The other four members didn't answer.
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"IT'S ON." Junsu shouted. His voice circulated through the wholehouse. "IT'S ON IT'S ON IT'S ON IT'S ON! HURRY UP HURRY UP HURRY UP HURRY UP!"

Jaejoong was the first one down the stairs, followed by Heechul, followed by Kibum, and last but not least, Yoochun.

They all squished each other on the couch by the time the beginning sequence came to an end.

"Welcome to another episode of Tetsuko's Room! Our special, very special, guest today is the new rising Korean group, Dong Bang Shin Ki!"

"BOO!" Jaejoong threw a pillow at the TV screen.

"Don't break the TV, Jae!" Yoochun took all the pillows away from the upset singer.

"So, Dong Bang Shin Ki, DBSK, I hear you're performing at A-Nation next weekend! That's very exciting. Are you excited?"

The man sitting on the farthest right of the couch smiled, "We are very excited."

"And!" The host could hardly stay still in her seat. "I hear you're also collaborating with another boyband!"

All the members of DBSK looked slightly confused, but they quickly covered it up.

"Do you recognize this song?" The host raised her hand to cue.

Music starting playing, and Jaejoong jumped off the couch, "That's our song!"

"Sit down, you're blocking the TV!" Yoochun tugged on the older's sleeve.

"This song?" DBSK glanced at each other, "It plays on the radio a lot."

"This song is Somebody to Love by very, very, very popular boyband, Tohoshinki!"

"Tohoshinki...?"

"That's who you're performing with at A-Nation, right?!"

"WHAT?!" Jaejoong stood up, his hands clenches into fists. He picked the phone up and out of the cradle and dialled, punching the numbers in furiously.

It rang twice before a voice answered.

"Park Benjamin speaking."

"YOU DIDN'T TELL US WE WERE PERFORMING WITH DONG BANG SHIN KI AT A-NATION NEXT WEEK!"

"I-I-It was supposed t-to be a s-surprise..." Benjamin sounded frightened.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK?!"

"Um, surprise?" Ben squeaked. He could hear muffled sounds on the other end. He wasn't sure if Jaejoong was still there. "H-Hello? J-Jaejoong?"

"What's the big idea, Benjamin Park?"

It was Heechul. Everything was wrong in every possible way when the boys called him by his full name.

"You're making us go on the same stage as Dun Bring Sand Please?"

"Uh, Heechul, it's Dong Bang Shin K---"

"Hyung! I refuse to go!"

Kibum.

"B-But you guys have to go! The t-tickets have already sold out! I-It's like, full house, for sure it is!" Benjamin hoped this sounded convincing over all his stuttering. It was a bad habit of his. "And if you d-don't go, who get's the fans, h-huh? N-Not you guys! Dong Bang Shin Ki gets the fans..."

Ben paused. He had started hiccuping. Being the manager of a famous boyband was hard work. "Dong Bang Shin Ki gets---hic--- they get your fans! Hic!"

There was complete silence.

Ben strummed his fingers on his desk, still hiccuping, still scared as to what the boys' answer might be.

"NO WAY!" Jaejoong's yell cut through the tense air.

"SO THEY'RE NOW FAN STEALERS?!" Kibum joined in on the shouting.

"I DON'T WANT TOO!" Junsu wailed.

All Benjamin could hear was noise. He caught a few phrases, like "THOSE BITCHES!", and "I'M NOT GOING ON THE SAME STAGE!", and "IT COULD BE KINDA FUN!" and then a loud scream of "YOOCHUN!"

Yoochun spoke into the phone, "HYUNG! HELP ME! SAVE ME FROM THE KIMS! US PARKS HAVE GOT TO STICK TOGETHER, RIGHT?!"

Ben thought about Yoochun's desperate plea. He grinned when he realized Heechul, Jaejoong, Junsu, and Kibum all had the last name Kim. "Haha! Yoochun, you're funny! Y-Yoochun?"

The line was dead.
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"Why do they hate them so much? Are they really that bad?" Benjamin paced back and forth in his office after having a drink of water to get rid of his hiccups.

He almost had a heart attack when his phone suddenly started to ring.

"Ah!" The twenty nine year old hid behind his desk for a while before taking a deep breath and picking up the phone. "H-Hello?

"Park...!"

Benjamin felt his skin crawl, "Um, yes? Who is this? Do I know you? What do you want from me?"

"This is Jang Samuel... Are you okay?"

"Who?"

"Dong Bang Shin Ki's manager..."

"Oh! Right!" Ben bit his lip, "Did you need something or something? I'm kind of busy right now..."

"Are you? Then I'll make this quick. I'm calling to confirm the performance next Saturday with Tohoshinki."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

Benjamin scratched his head. "I meant, yes, they'll be there. I think. I mean, yes. Yes, they will perform."

"You seem... Distracted."

"I'm not! I'm hanging up now. Okay, bye!" Ben slammed the receiver down and breathed in. "I'm going to go commit suicide."
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Minho turned the volume up on his iPod. He drummed his fingers on his legs and moved his head to the beat. "It's time for love, somebody to love!"

"Why are you listening to that song?!" Yunho pulled the earbuds out of Minho's ears.

"It's super catchy."

Changmin took Minho's iPod and threw it to the side, "It's annoying."

"That band is annoying." Kyuhyun commented, walking from the living room to the kitchen.

"How would you know? We've only been here for a week. All we really know about Japan is Japanese and ramen. Tohoshinki is Dong Bang Shin Ki, but in Japan!" Minho snatched his earphones away from Yunho's grasp.

"Haha, you're funny, maknae." Yunho mocked laughter. "We just get that stupid performance out of the way, and we won't ever have to see Tohoshinki ever again."

"It doesn't work that way." Jinki picked Minho's iPod up off the floor. "If the performance goes well, guess what happens after?"

Minho scanned his hyungs' faces. All of them were in deep thought when Changmin burst out.

"OH HELL NO."

Yunho caught on and threw a mini tantrum.

Minho didn't get it. "What? What happens after?"

Jinki sat down next to the maknae and put an arm around his shoulders. "If people like it, it means more concerts."

"So?"

"With Tohoshinki."

"So?"

"We'll have to see them more."

"So...? I'm not following. Why do you guys hate Tohoshinki anyway? We haven't even met them."

"But they're competition." Yunho had finally calmed down and was lying down on a separate couch.

"How's this any different from Korea? There are other bands in Korea too."

Nobody responded.

Kyuhyun turned on the TV and switched it to the news channel.

"Everywhere you go, all you can hear is the anxious voices of fangirls anticipating Tohoshinki's performance with Dong Bang Shin Ki at A-Nation next week."

"We haven't even practiced for the concert." Kyuhyun frowned.

"And they expect us to perform next week?"

"Samuel hyung said we meet Tohoshinki tomorrow. And we plan out the songs and stuff." Minho said, hoping that answered Kyuhyun's question.

"Great. Let's dread tomorrow." Yunho rubbed his temples.
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... I'm sorry for this terrible crappy first chapter.
So they hate each other because it's a war over fans and sales of CDs and stuff. I don't exactly know if that makes sense, but let's pretend it does :)
Benjamin and Samuel are people that fell out of the sky and landed in this story idek.
OH, and let's just say since 'Tohoshinki' are Korean born, they use 'Hyung' and all that jazz :)

Those 3 Times Kim Jaejoong Ruined My Love Life

hyuukie — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 04:22:08 GMT

Title: Those 3 Times Kim Jaejoong Ruined My Love Life
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yunho/OC, Junsu/?
Part: 3/3
Summary: Junsu asks Yunho for some love advice, and it leads to story time!
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Part 1 | Part 2

Note: Blue font is Yunho's flashbacks and black font is present time ^_^

"What time is it?" Junsu peered over Yunho's shoulder to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "It's seven forty five..."

"Really? When did you come in here? Five o'clock?"

"Six."

"Ah. You should really leave. I have stuff to do."

"Like what? Getting Jaejoong into your bed?"

"Don't tease me."

Junsu suddenly hopped off the bed, "EW! HAVE YOU DONE IT ON THIS BED?!"

Yunho rolled his eyes. "What do you think? It is my bed, after all. If you're really that scared, I'd suggest not to sit on Jaejoong's bed." The leader ignored Junsu's horrified facial expression, "Do you want to hear my very last story?"

Junsu avoided the bed and sat down on the floor. "I'm all ears. Who was your next victim, hyung?"

"Victim? Is that an insult?"

"Maybe."

"I don't know why I'm telling you my past if all you're doing is making fun of me."

"Sorry. Seriously, I'm sorry. So who was this 'third and last girl'? Another celebrity? Go Ara?! I bet it was Go Ara."

"It wasn't Go Ara. My third girl wasn't even a celebrity."

"Huh?"

"Do you remember that time when we decided to put on sunglasses and large coats and go to Starbucks?"

"Oh yeah. That was fun. Until we got caught. That was a death experience. We almost trampled by girls and guys, and Soo Man was ready to decapitate us."

Yunho put a hand to his throat, all of a sudden feeling the urge to protect it. "I would don't want to remember that part..."

"Go on... Wait, no! I know this, I know this. It was the cashier girl. You asked her out!"

"How did you know?"

"Psh. The Starbucks thing only happened three years ago."

"Well, you're right. It was the cashier girl."

"She didn't freak out when she realized you were Jung Yunho from Dong Bang Shin Ki?"

"No. She was cool about it. Her name was Park Kim."

Junsu raised an eyebrow. "Did you just say her name was Park Kim?"

"Uh, yes. Is that bad or something?"

"No... But she has a last name as her surname and a last name as her first name which means she has two last names for her whole name."

Yunho replayed Junsu's sentence in his head. Once he figured out what the younger meant, he spoke, "Does that bother you?"

Junsu shook his head. He paused for two seconds. Then he nodded, a finger on his chin as if he was thinking, "Actually, yes. It does kinda bother me."

"Have you read Harry Potter?"

Junsu shrugged, "Yeah."

"You know the character Cho Chang? Harry's love interest?"

"Harry's real love interest is Ginny Weasley. Not Cho Chang."

"Whatever. So you do know the character Cho Chang."

"Of course."

"She has two last names as her name."

"Now that's bothering me too! Thank a lot, hyung. I can't read Harry Potter anymore..."

"Right... Anyway, onto the story?"

"Go ahead. Just try not to say her name too much."

Yunho dead-panned. "Then what do you want me to call her?"

"I don't know... How about... K. Or PK for Park Kim."

"You want me to call her 'K'. The letter K."

"Yes."

"I don't understand you. I just... I don't."

"You don't need to right now. Right now, more story time, less understanding time."

"Okay... So while you, Yoochun, and Changmin were enjoying your coffee or hot chocolate or whatever you were drinking, and Jaejoong was using the bathroom to fix his hair or whatever, I went up to Park Ki--- I mean... 'K'..."

Yunho opened his wallet and walked up to the front counter. "Could I have the bill?"

"You know, sir, you can just call one of our waiters or waitresses and they'll bring you the cheque."

"I decided to pay it up front." Yunho smiled.

The cashier smiled back. Her nametag said 'Kim'.

"Cash or credit?"

"Credit." Yunho handed her his card. Their hands brushed together in the process.

Yunho blushed and Kim---

"Don't call her that!"

"What? Her first name bothers you even though I didn't say her last name?"

"Trust me, I have nothing against the name Kim, but you can't call her that with me knowing her last name is Park!"

"Fine, fine."

Yunho blushed and K giggled.

K swiped the card and was surprised at the name that popped up. "Jung Yunho? As in, Dong Bang Shin Ki's Jung Yunho?"

Yunho metally kicked himself. He should've used cash. "Please don't shout or make a fuss or anything..."

"I won't say a word. My name's Kim. ~~Park~~ Kim."

"As you already know, I'm Jung Yunho."

"My niece is crazy about you guys."

"Really?" Yunho couldn't help but ask, "Who's her favourite member?"

"Jaejoong. Are all of you here?"

"Yeah. We're the mysterious men in sunglasses, large coats and hats. I think we're just drawing more attention to ourselves."

K gave Yunho back his card. "So what are celebrities like you doing in a small Starbucks like this?"

"We have a week off. We wanted to get out of the house."

"I see. So what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Maybe hit the beach? With a lovely lady by the name of K?" Yunho wrote the name of the beach, the location and the time on the back of a receipt and slid it across the counter to K.

K laughed, "You sure know how to charm the ladies."

"And what ladies are we charming?" A voice behind Yunho sounded very pissed.

SHIT. Yunho slowly turned around and came face-to-face with an extremely angry looking Jaejoong. "Jaejoongie!"

"Don't 'Jaejoongie' me. Who the hell is she?"

"Oh, um, my name is K." K played with the hem of her shirt.

The idol didn't seem too happy.

"K?" Jaejoong grabbed Yunho's collar and pulled him down so they were the same height. Yunho's sunglasses fell off in the process.

Jaejoong removed his glasses and threw them on the floor so he could stare into the leader's eyes. "Are you cheating on me?"

"Cheating on you?"

K looked confused, "Who's cheating on who?"

"Who said you could talk?!" Jaejoong snarled at the cashier.

K blinked. Were all stars really like that off the set?

"It's all coming back to me." Junsu closed his eyes, as if imagining the scene as Yunho was talking. "And then we rushed over to you guys and that's when everyone found out who we were."

"Yup."

Yoochun apologized to K when he saw 'death' in Jaejoong's eyes. "He's actually a really nice guy. A super duper awesome friend and everything. But he has a crush on our leader and when he sees girls with Yunho, he goes into crazy bitch mode."

Jaejoong's attention was now on Yoochun. "Who are you calling a crazy bitch? She's the crazy bitch, trying to get with Yunho!"

"She wasn't trying to 'get with me', Jaejoong, we were only talking." Yunho tried to pry the older's hands off his collar.

"Talking my ass! YOU!" Jaejoong pointed at the frightened cashier, "You even try to touch my Yunho and I'll cut your life short. Real short."

"Is Dong Bang Shin Ki's Kim Jaejoong threatening me?" K asked with a shaky voice.

"DONG BANG SHIN KI?! WHERE?!" All the girls in the Starbucks stood up and scanned the coffee shop. When their gazes landed on the two unmasked idols, they squealed and whipped out their phones.

"RUN!" Yoochun yelled.

"So that's why we had to bolt. I just remember Yoochun shouting 'RUN' and then Changmin and I just ran out of the Starbucks after you three." Junsu looked estatic to know what really happened that day. "So did you go to the beach with her? And why didn't you bring us?!"

"I did go to the beach with her. And you guys didn't come because Changmin was in his room doing God-knows-what, and you were watching Yoochun play Mario Kart on his DS."

"Oh. What about Jaejoong hyung?"

"Unfortunately, Jaejoong came to the beach with me."

"And you let him?"

"He promised he wouldn't do anything to Ki--- K."

"And you believed him?"

"He promised."

"And you trusted him?"

"You know what? Just listen."

"You're not going to do anything to her?"

Jaejoong grinned. "Not a thing."

"She won't go home with bruises and cuts?" Yunho laid a towel on the sand and sat down on it.

They were at a private beach, a place where no one could disturb them.

"Not even one cut?"

"Jaejoong."

"Whatever. Fine. When she comes, can we play volleyball?"

"Sure. Do you have a ball?"

"I'll go get one from the shed thing." Jaejoong hurried over to the little shack by the washrooms.

"Wow, a private beach."

Yunho jumped to his feet at the sound of K's voice. "K! You made it!"

"I wouldn't miss this opprotunity for the world. Me, PK, going to a private beach with Jung Yunho of Dong Bang Shin Ki!"

Yunho smiled. He made himself comfortable on the towel again and gestured for K to sit too.

She took the offer.

The two stared at the lake, grinning.

Yunho's view of the water was blocked with a white shirt. His eyes widened when he found out it was Jaejoong sitting in his lap.

"Hi K! When did you arrive?"

K was shocked to see Jaejoong. "J-Jaejoong!"

"That's my name."

"W-Why are you here?"

"Uh, hello? Private beach? Why wouldn't I be here. Besides, Yunho's here, so I might as well be. We can't be complete unless the two halves are together. No girls allowed."

"Haha!" Yunho faked a laugh, hoping it sounded real enough. "He's joking. He's always kidding. Hey, Jae, why don't you get K something to drink. I think she's thirsty."

"You can drink from the lake. That's where we get our water anyway."

K frowned.

"My God, Jaejoong, just go get her something from the vending machine by the washroom!" Yunho hissed, pushing the older out of his lap.

"ALRIGHT. What do you want, Princess?" The word 'princess' was dragged out of Jaejoong's mouth.

"Anything fizzy is fine."

Jaejoong stormed off, mumblind something about 'whore'.Yunho scratched the back of his head. "I'm really sorry about him... He wanted to come... He's actually a great guy, but he's liked me since ninth grade."

"Wow."

Yunho spotted the ball Jaejoong got. "Wanna play some volleyball?"

"I'd love too."

Just as Yunho was serving, Jaejoong skipped over to K.

"Here's your drink. Enjoy."

K thanked him for the Coke and opened it.

The soda burst out of the can and splashed K. Jaejoong snickered.

"Ah!"

"Sorry. On my way back, I tripped and the can rolled. Then a fly was attacking me, so I waved the can to hit it. And then, I saw your face. I got mad. I shook your drink hard and decided to give it to you so I could see you drenched in soda. From the bottom of my heart, I'm very sorry."

K wiped her eyes and raised her hand to hit Jaejoong. "I thought I could be nice, I thought I could handle it, but I can't! I just can't! You are an insane psychopath too obsessed with someone you'll never have! He doesn't like you! Leave him alone!"

Yunho caught K's wrist before she could strike his friend, "Whoa. He may be really annoying, really bothersome, really obnoxious, irritating, aggravating, pesky, a complete nuisance---"

Jaejoong crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot on the sand, already upset by K's words. "You better be going somewhere with this."

"--- and he did ruin every relationship with a girl I ever had, but he's a good friend to me. My best friend."

"Boyfriend." Jaejoong added.

"Uh... Sure, what he said."

"Whatever. You're both freaks. I'm out of here." K gathered her things and stomped over to the exit.

"Weren't you guys afraid she was going to tell people about Jaejoong treating her like crap and that all your YunJae fanservice was real?"

"Nah. Nobody would believe her anyway. And come on, everyone loves YunJae. Who would protest?"

"Good point. So you said that she was the last girl. You agreed to go out with Jaejoong finally?"

"We're official now?"

Yunho cocked his head to the side to look at Jaejoong, "What?"

"I said boyfriend and you said 'Sure, what he said'."

"Did I really say that?"

"You also said that I was annoying. And obnoxious."

"Heh, you know I didn't mean any of that."

"I guess it's true. I did ruin every relationship you ever had with a girl. Do you know what this means?"

Yunho felt like someone was pulling his stomach. Whatever Jaejoong was about to say or do couldn't be good.

"It means you haven't had your first kiss yet!"

Yunho felt his cheeks heat up, "W-What?! I totally had my first kiss!"

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

That tugging feeling came back. "What are you going to do...?"

Jaejoong put a hand on the back of Yunho's neck and pressed their lips together.

Yunho went rigid, but then relaxed and wrapped his arms around the older's waist.

"That." Jaejoong smiled softly. "I told you, 'Just not into men yet'. Getting rid of all those girls was a very good idea."

Yunho sighed, "Kim Jaejoong, you are one crazy guy."

"Nope, only crazy for you."

Yunho rested his forehead against Jaejoong's, "I like you, but I'm not exactly crazy for you."

"Don't worry. I'll teach you how to be."

"And those were the three times Kim Jaejoong ruined my love life. Except the one I have with him."

"Aw, that's so cute."

"If you really think it is."

"But hyung..."

"Hmm?"

"I came in here two hours ago asking for love advice. All you did was tell me stories of Jaejoong being a maniac."

"My advice to you?" Yunho straightened his posture, going into serious mode. "Don't make friends with lunatics. My love advice to you; don't fall in love with men."

"That's not very good advice..."

"So who's this lucky girl, Junsu?"

"Hyung, I never said it was a girl." Junsu scurried out of the room.

On his way out, he passed Jaejoong. "Oh hey hyung! Good job! I loved the way you insulted PK."

"Who's PK?" Jaejoong didn't get an answer; Junsu dashed down the stairs.

"Jaejoongie!" Yunho embraced his boyfriend.

"Hi, Yun. Who's PK?"

The leader hugged Jaejoong tighter. "No one. It's none of your concern, baby."
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I had fun writing this, lmao.
You can picture Junsu with anyone, ~~Yoochun~~.
Thanks for reading <3

Those 3 Times Kim Jaejoong Ruined My Love Life

hyuukie — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 04:36:44 GMT

Title: Those 3 Times Kim Jaejoong Ruined My Love Life
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yunho/OC, Junsu/?
Part: 2/3
Warning: Slight cussing
Summary: Junsu asks Yunho for some love advice, and it leads to story time!
A/N: Fast updating!
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Part 1

Note: Blue font is Yunho's flashbacks and black font is present time ^_^

"Tiffany Hwang? SNSD's Fany?."

"Yup."

"She's three years younger than you... Were you still freshman? She would've been in grade six! Hyung! You're a pedophile?" Junsu shivered at the thought.

"No, Junsu, I'm not a pedophile." Yunho rolled his eyes. "And I was not a freshman when I met Tiffany."

"How old were you?"

"Eighteen."

"Didn't we debut when you were eighteen?"

"Yep. Tiffany was fifteen and a new trainee. Before we debuted, Soo Man suggested that I teach her the basics and all that crap because she just came from America."

"He should've asked Yoochun."

"I don't know why he didn't."

Junsu shook his head, "I think that's still weird. And eighteen year old going out with a minor?"

Yunho waved his hands in front of his face, "I didn't date her right away. I thought she was cute, but yeah, as you said, she was a minor."

"I heard Tiffany looked mature for her age."

"She doesn't really look that much different than what she looks like now."

"So what happened if you didn't 'date her right away'?"

"Every time I talked to her or tapped her on the shoulder, she would blush. Then, she made friends with all the other SNSD girls, and they would always giggle and whisper when I would approach Tiffany or talk to her."

"I see. When does Jaejoong hyung come in?"

"About now."

Yunho placed a hand on Tiffany's shoulder and the trainee put her conversation with Jessica on hold to turn around.

"Oh! Yunho!"

"I just came to tell you that I won't be here anymore... Because---"

"You're debuting!" Tiffany exclaimed happily, hugging the older tightly.

Yunho hugged back. "Soo Man told me that you'll be fine when I'm gone, but..."

Tiffany parted slightly from Yunho, "Are you worried about me?"

"A little...?" The teen didn't know why it sounded like question.

"I'll be fine."

Giggles were heard behind the two.

Yunho looked over Tiffany's head and saw eight girls trying to muffle their laughs with their hands.

Tiffany whipped her head around to glare at her friends.

Jessica just mouthed the words "Ask him" in English.

When Tiffany was facing Yunho again, she had a blush spread across her cheeks. "Yunho oppa..."

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering... Tonight, did you want to do somet---"

Tiffany's sentence was interrupted when she was suddenly knocked down to the floor. All her friends rushed to help her up.

Yunho couldn't help since there was something on top of him.

"YUNHO!" Jaejoong shouted and pinned the younger one down to the floor. "WE DEBUT TOMORROW, HONEY!"

Junsu started laughing, "Jaejoong called you 'honey'? That's hilarious!"

"Shut up! I didn't tell him to call me that!"

"I can't believe Jae hyung actually liked you for four years straight. He didn't even date anyone in between?"

"No. As said in my previous story, he was going to 'wait for me'."

"Oh yeah."

"Continuing..."

Yunho was not happy that his face was on the dirty ground. "Jaejoong! Get off me!"

"Why? I like being on top of you. I feel like I'm in control!"

Tiffany brushed herself off and cleared her throat. "Um, Yunho oppa..."

Yunho tried to look at the teenage girl, only to get his face pushed back into the floor.

"'Yunho oppa' can't talk right now." Jaejoong kept his hand on Yunho's head, making sure the other male couldn't see Tiffany. "Can I take a message?"

Jessica whispered something into Tiffany's ear, and the other girl nodded. "Tell Yunho oppa to meet me at Seoul Amusement Park tonight at seven, since tomorrow is the weekend. I'll be waiting at the front entrance."

"Amusement park? Got it. I'll be sure to tell him." Jaejoong smiled sweetly and kindly, almost too kindly.

Tiffany bowed politely, as did Jessica and the rest of the girls, and walked out of the dance room.

"Did you hear all that, Yunnie?" Jaejoong crawled off the younger and got onto his feet. He helped Yunho off the floor. "Miss Hwang wants to go out with you."

"I heard, Jae." Yunho rubbed his nose. It hurt a bit since it was pushed into the ground.

"Are you going to meet her?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"She's fifteen. Date someone your own age." Jaejoong whined.

"Someone my own age?"

"Someone like me!"

"Jaejoong, I've told you before, I'm---"

"--- Just not into men. But, as I've said for the past four years, the correct sentence is 'I'm just not into men yet'. Yet being the keyword here."

"Jaejoong..."

"Since we've established that deep down I am your true soulmate and your one and only love and your future boyfriend, are you still going to meet the Hwang devil tonight?"

"I'm going, Jaejoong. It'll be the last time I get to spend with her before we debut."

"I'm glad it's going to be the last time. But I still don't like that you're going on a date with her."

"It's not really a 'date', Jaejoong."

"Did you see the evil look on her face? She's planning on raping you tonight."

"Will you stop saying things like that?"

"I can say whatever I want. I have a right to make sure my dearly beloved is not attacked by some woman."

Yunho furrowed his eyebrows. "Jae, it's just going to be a fun time at the amusement park. She's not going to rape me."

"She better not. At least not before I do."

Yunho tried to push the image of Jaejoong sexually harassing him out of his head. "We're just friends. I think. She is really cute..."

"That's it. I'm going to kill her."

Yunho didn't want another 'Seulgi incident'. "Don't even think about it."

"You're right. I can't think about it. You're the only thing in my head." Jaejoong smiled up at the taller male.

"Jaejoong..."

"You better wash your handsome face before you go out tonight. You probably want to look your best for Miss Hwang."

Jaejoong patted Yunho's cheek and then headed for the door. "I'll see you at seven!"

Junsu held up his index finger, telling Yunho to pause. "I know what happens. Jaejoong was there at the amusement park, right?"

"Bingo."

"You know, it is your fault."

Yunho raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean it's 'my fault'?"

"Every single time you plan on going out with a girl, you always manage to give Jaejoong hyung the information on where you're going and what time."

Yunho scratched his head, "I guess I wasn't that smart back then."

"It's okay, hyung. It's not like you're that much smarter now."

"Junsu!" Yunho raised his hand to hit his dongsaeng.

"I'm kidding! Take a chill pill. So skip right to when you met Tiffany at the front entrance of the park."

"Alright..."

"Did you wait long?" Yunho smiled at Tiffany.

She smiled back, "I had to wait in line for tickets anyway." The fifteen year old gave Yunho his ticket. "I really want to ride the Ferris Wheel, Yunho oppa."

"Then we'll go on it. But we should save the best for last."

"You're right. Let's get in first."

"When does Jaejoong arrive and ruin all your fun?"

"Is that the only thing you look forward too in my stories?"

Junsu didn't hesitate to reply, "Yes. Jaejoong hyung is so funny, messing up your life. I give him props."

Yunho frowned, "Junsu, that's terrible. You enjoy listening to all the bad things Jaejoong did to girls? You're just as bad as he is!"

"I'm not! He wouldn't need to torture all those girls if you had just gone out with him."

"Were you paying attention to anything before Jaejoong gets in the story? I said 'I'm just not into men'."

"Yet. Just not into men yet. See, I was listening."

Yunho rubbed his temples, "Fine. I'll get to the part where Jaejoong screwed everything up."

"Tiffany! I'll win you a prize from here."

Tiffany clapped her hands in joy, squealing, "Really oppa?"

Yunho stared at the booth.

It was a 'Pop the Balloon' game. You payed for a dart or more and threw it at the different size balloons, and depending on what size you popped got you a prize. Bigger balloons meant bigger prizes and smaller balloons meant smaller ones. And nothing meant, well, nothing.

Yunho handed the man running the game two dollars and thanked him for the single dart.

He noted that the man had a hat pulled down to cover his eyes and he was looking at the floor.

"Can you do it in one try, oppa?"

"I'll give it my best shot."

Tiffany laughed at the joke.

Yunho set his mind on the big balloon placed at the top right corner.

He was about to throw the dart when Tiffany suddenly yelled.

"Jaejoong oppa?!"

"What?!" Yunho turned his head to where Tiffany was looking and accidentally let go of the dart.

The man Yunho gave the money to lifted his head and took off his cap.

"Congratulations, good sir," Jaejoong winked at Yunho and pulled the dart out of the wall, "You popped a big balloon, which means you get a big prize!"

One thing was running through Yunho's head. This can't be happening.

Tiffany blinked as she stared at Jaejoong. She started to grin, "You work here Jaejoong oppa?"

"As matter of fact, this is a job you didn't know I had. And do you know why you didn't know I had this job?"

Tiffany sweeped her bangs out of her eyes, "Why?"

At that moment, a teenage kid with the nametag 'Larry' climbed into the booth. He looked Jaejoong up and down. "What are you doing in my booth, man?"

"Why, Tiffany? It's because I don't actually work here." Jaejoong fixed the cap he was previously wearing onto Larry's head. "Anyway, Yunho, you're amazing prize is... Well... It's me!"

Yunho face-palmed.

"And for the lady," Jaejoong snatched a huge stuffed dog off the rack of prizes. "A huge dog thing!"

The teen jumped out of the booth and shoved the dog into Tiffany's arms while he latched onto Yunho's arm.

"Thanks, Jaejoong oppa! This is really cute!"

Yunho glared at the older while Tiffany was distracted with her huge dog.

"What are you doing here?"

"Tiffany invited me!"

"No she didn't!"

"Uh, yes, she did. Rememeber a couple of hours ago in the dance room? She told me to tell you where you guys were going. Clearly, an invitation. You don't remember? Are you thinking about me too much, Yunnie?" Jaejoong played with Yunho's hair.

Yunho didn't pull away from his friend's touch. "I'm pretty sure when Tiffany told you to tell me where we were going, it didn't mean 'OH! PLEASE COME ALONG JAEJOONG AND SABOTAGE YUNHO'S DATE AGAIN LIKE YOU DID IN HIGH SCHOOL'!"

"Hey! You said it wasn't a date!" Jaejoong huffed and squeezed Yunho's hand tighter.

"It's not really... At least I think it's not..."

"Tiffany!" Jaejoong called out and the girl tore her eyes away from the dog to focus on him.

"Yes?"

"You don't mind me tagging along on your date with Yunho, right?"

"Date?" Tiffany's mouth hung open and her cheeks tinged pink. "O-Oh... Actually, Jaejoong oppa..."

"Thanks, Fany!" Jaejoong blew her a kiss and dragged Yunho to a roller coaster.

Tiffany touched her cheek as if Jaejoong's lips had been there.

She felt her cheeks heat up. Again.

Junsu had no comment.

"What? You don't have any interruptions or any laughing fits?"

"Hyung, I have no idea why you stopped. My ears were open one hundred percent."

"Was it because Jaejoong hopped into the story?"

"One hundred percent."

Yunho rolled his eyes. "Jaejoong basically never gave me a chance to talk to Tiffany for the whole time, so onto the Ferris Wheel. Jaejoong went into the bathroom, and while he was in there, I hurriedly ushered Tiffany to the Ferris Wheel."

Tiffany got into the carriage after Yunho. "After this, will you and Jaejoong oppa take me home?"

Yunho mentally frowned at the mention of Jaejoong. "Of course."

"I had a lot of fun, Yunho oppa." Tiffany rested her head on Yunho's shoulder.

The older put an arm around her waist. "Me too, Tiffany."

The two sat in the carriage and watched the lights glow all around the park.

"Oppa... I really need to tell you something..." Tiffany stared into Yunho's eyes as they neared the end of the ride.

Is this where she tells me she loves me? "What is it?"

"I... I really like someone... But I don't think I'll ever see them again because they're leaving..."

"You should really tell them. No matter what. As long as the person knows."

"Y-You're right... Yunho oppa..."

"Hmm?"

Tiffany could feel her heart beating hard against her chest. "I... I'm... I'm..."

"It's okay to say it, Tiffany."

"I-I'm in love with..."

The operator of the Ferris Wheel opened the door of the carriage, "Ride's over, please step out."

"JAEJOONG OPPA!!"

Yunho felt all the blood drain from his face. "WHAT?!"

"YAH! YOU GUYS LEFT ME!" Jaejoong reached out and gripped Yunho's shirt, forcefully pulling the younger male out. "HOW COULD YOU, YUNNIE?!"

Yunho let Jaejoong shake him, he was still in shock.

Tiffany timidly got out of the carriage and lightly poked Jaejoong's shoulder.

Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yunho's lifeless body and gave Tiffany a death glare.

"Jaejoong oppa..." Just tell him, Fany, you can do it!

"I... I really like you!"

Jaejoong dropped Yunho, the teen falling to the floor with a thud. "Huh...?"

"I think you're really funny and and cute, and I love your eyes and your voice and you work really hard and I really like you!"

"Miss, you forgot this doggy toy." The operator held out the plushie.

Tiffany giggled when she embraced the dog. "I love you Jaejoong oppa, I hope you do well when you debut tomorrow!" She gave the dumbfounded male a shy kiss on the cheek and skipped away.

"Tiffany... loves me?"

Yunho stood up and sighed. "Apparently."

"Aw, don't be jealous, Yun! I'm still yours!"

"Lovely." Yunho couldn't help but grin.

"Now, since we are at an amusement park, I want cotton candy." Jaejoong jumped onto Yunho's back and draped his arms over the taller teen's neck. "But I'm tired. Making sure you're mine is a hard job, you know. Carry me?"

Yunho put his hands under Jaejoong's thighs, "Thanks for asking before you got on."

"No problem."

"What a twist of events."

Yunho nodded in agreement, "Yup."

"So when did you ask Jaejoong out?"

"Hold your horses, Junsu. There's still one other girl."

"A third one? How could you even try to date anyone when Jaejoong hyung was watching your every move?"

"I'll tell you how. It went something like this..."
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This was weird writing for two reasons:
1. 18 and 15 is a bit weird... Tiffany's 3 year gap with Yunho messed me up T_T
2. My name is Tiffany. lol. Maybe that's why I didn't let Jaejoong beat me up? x]

Those 3 Times Kim Jaejoong Ruined My Love Life

hyuukie — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 04:10:34 GMT

Title: Those 3 Times Kim Jaejoong Ruined My Love Life
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yunho/OC, Junsu/?
Part: 1/3
Warning: Slight cussing
Summary: Junsu asks Yunho for some love advice, and it leads to story time!
A/N: I shouldn't be writing new things...
Disclaimer: Don't own the anything

Note: Blue font is Yunho's flashbacks and black font is present time ^_^

Yunho's door almost broke off of its hinges when Junsu kicked the door open and stomped his foot on the ground.

"WHOA." Yunho quickly took off his headphones and pressed pause on his iPod. "Is there a good reason for almost breaking my door down?"

"Hyung! Hyung!" Junsu rushed over and plopped himself down right beside Yunho. "I need some advice!"

"Um, okay, first of all, personal space." The older man placed his index and third fingers on Junsu's forehead and pushed him backwards. "Second, what kind of advice?"

"Love advice!"

"... Love advice?"

"Yeah!"

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific, Junsu..."

"Tell me how you won Jaejoong over."

"What?"

"How did you get Jaejoong to go out with you?" Junsu sat with his legs crossed and eagarly leaned forward.

Yunho shoved him back again. "Why do you assume that I was the one to ask Jaejoong out?"

"Well... Because... Um..." Junsu furrowed his eyebrows. "You mean... You didn't?"

"I didn't ask Jaejoong to go out with me."

"But you two are... What?"

"There were a lot more people before Jaejoong."

"Really?"

"You thought your hyung couldn't charm the ladies? Back then, I was the 'bomb'."

Junsu snorted. "When was that? Back in the seventies?"

"Hey! Do you want to hear this or not?"

"Sorry, sorry. Continue."

"Anyway. In grade nine, there was this girl. She was easily the prettiest girl I had ever seen."

"Really? But you were only a freshman!"

"I know, I know. Her name was Bae Seulgi."

"Ooh. That's a pretty name."

"I know, right? And then there was Jaejoong."

"Who was easily the prettiest boy you've ever seen."

"Uh, at age fourteen, I didn't think that."

"Easily the prettiest human being you've ever seen?"

"No..."

"Oh! You didn't think he was pretty, you thought he was beautiful, enchanting... Dazzling?"

Yunho felt his ears heat up. "Junsu... Are you going to tell my story for me?"

"I got distracted. But just putting it out there, that is how you describe Jaejoong hyung."

"Do you want to leave the room?"

"Sorry. Keep going."

"I made friends with Jaejoong right away."

"Friends? Are you sure that's the only thing you guys were?"

"I am this close to kicking you out of here."

Junsu did the zipper motion across his mouth.

"So Jaejoong and I were really good friends. I even called him my best friend. But after a week or so, I noticed Jaejoong staring at me a lot more. Then, all of a sudden, he asked me a question..."

"Hey Yunho, can I ask you something?" Jaejoong rested his chin in the palm off his hand.

The two teens were currently sitting in math class.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Do you like anyone?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you like anyone? Like anyone in the school?"

Yunho put his pencil down. "I do..."

"Who?!"

"Kim Jaejoong!" The teacher hissed. "Students are working!"

"Yeah, okay, Mrs. Choi, I hear you." Jaejoong popped the eraser off the back of his pencil and flicked it at the teacher.

It hit her square in the forehead and Jaejoong pretended to be writing when she looked up.

"Is she looking at me?" Jaejoong whispered to Yunho while keeping his eyes on his textbook.

Yunho glanced up at Mrs. Choi. She was concentrating on marking papers. "No. Not anymore."

"Good. I hate looking at this textbook." Jaejoong leaned back in his chair and stretched.

"You should really stop throwing things in class. One day Mrs. Choi is gonna lose it and take you to the office."

"Psh. There's no rule against having a little fun. Enough about me, who do you like?"

Yunho tried not to blush. "Promise not to tell?"

"Promise."

"It's..."

Jaejoong scooted closer to his friend.

"Bae Seulgi."

"BAE SEULGI?!" Jaejoong shouted in shock and anger.

"KIM JAEJOONG!" Mrs. Choi tood up and furiously made her way in between desks to get to the teen. She grabbed Jaejoong's ear and pulled him to his feet. "You're coming with me to the office!"

"You're joking, right Yunho? Tell me you're kidding! Bae Seulgi?! Seriously? She's not even that pretty! Her face looks like it got run over by a truck or trampled by a... a..." Jaejoong thought for a moment while his teacher dragged him to the door. "A FREAKING ELEPHANT!"

"I'll be right back, class!" Mrs. Choi pushed Jaejoong out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Yunho put his head down and thanked the heavens Bae Seulgi was not in his math class.

Junsu scratched his head. "I never knew Jaejoong hyung was like that..."

"Like what?"

"The rebellious kind. The trouble-maker."

"Why?"

"Because he's so... Girly."

Yunho was laughing so hard he almost fell off the bed. "Jaejoong was still a bit girly in high school, he was just more on the bad-ass side. Fame must have converted him to the girly side."

Junsu nodded, finally understanding. But his eyes widened when a terrifying thought crossed his mind. "Jaejoong doesn't top, right?"

Yunho immediately stopping chuckling. "What did you just say?"

"I mean, you said Jaejoong was bad-ass..."

"No way! He's totally on the bottom!"

"Just clearing things up... So what happened after?"

"He told me."

"Told you what?"

"Told me that he liked me."

"He just went up to you and said it?"

"Yup. It went exactly like this..."

Yunho was very surprised when he was pressed up against the locker beside him. "Wha---?"

"Listen to me, and listen close, because I'm not repeating any of the words that come out of my mouth." Jaejoong tightened his grip on the front of Yunho's shirt.

"Okay...? Do you have to hold me up to a locker?"

Jaejoong pulled Yunho forward so the slightly younger teen was eye-level to him.

Yunho noted their faces were awfully close.

"I like you."

"Well, uh... I like you too, Jaejoong?"

"No, no. You don't understand."

"I don't?"

"I like you. Like, like like you. Get it?"

"I'm not following..."

Yunho let out a squeak when he was pushed back into the locker again.

Jaejoong played with Yunho's tie. "You'll figure it out. I'll see you later."

"That's not very confusing, hyung. The stupidest person on earth could tell Jaejoong meant he liked you."

"I was only fourteen, Junsu. I wasn't into the whole 'gay' thing."

"Right, right. So did you figure it out?"

"I deciphered it as I watched Jaejoong walk away. An at that time, Seulgi approached me."

"Oh! What did you do?"

"I was really nervous..."

"Hi Yunho!"

Said teen gulped when he saw his crush standing right in front him, smiling.

"H-Hey Seulgi... W-What's up?"

"I just got out of science. I was wondering, did you want to have lunch with me outside?"

"You mean... Just the two of us?"

"Of course."

"And what did you say?"

"I said yes!"

"But what about Jaejoong? You can't do that to him."

Yunho gave the younger a look of 'are-you-serious'. "Come on, Junsu, if your crush asked you out to lunch and your best friend confessed to you, what would you do? Accept the lunch date or think about your best friend?"

"Best friends are forever, girlfriends may not be." The look on Yunho's face made Junsu change his answer, "I guess I'd take the lunch thing. Did Jaejoong get jealous?"

"If there was a level higher than jealousy, that would've described Jaejoong."

"So he found out about you and Seulgi going to lunch?"

"He did. One of his friends was joking around and told him 'I saw Yunho and Seulgi leave the school. I wonder what they're doing.' Jaejoong stormed out of the school and found Seulgi and I sitting under a tree by the park."

"What did he do?"

"He started cussing at Seulgi..."

"You bitch, Yunho is MINE!" Jaejoong stormed over to the frightened teenage girl and grabbed her hair.

"AHHH!" Seulgi screamed in pain.

"Jaejoong!" Yunho pried his friend's hands off his crush.

Seulgi rubbed her head where Jaejoong's fingers had previously been. Tears were at the corners of her eyes.

"Jaejoong, can I talk to you?" Yunho pulled the other male away from the tree. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What are you doing? I told you that I liked you and then you go on a date with that tramp over there?"

"Tramp?" Yunho felt his blood boil, "Seulgi is not a tramp! Besides, we're not even on a date!"

"Not on a date? You two are feeding each other and holding hands. If that's not your definition of a date, then what is?"

"Going to the movies."

"Going to the movies?"

"Yes. You know what? I'm going to ask Seulgi to the movies."

"Is this the part where Jaejoong kills you?"

"Surprisingly, no."

"Then what did he do?"

"First I asked Seulgi to the movies. She said yes..."

"So when are you two going to the movies?"

"Tonight." Yunho waved to Seulgi as she made her way to class.

"What movie are you guys gonna see?"

"Dangerous Love."

"What time?"

"Seven, since the weekend starts tomorrow."

"What theatre?"

"SM Theatre."

"Cool. Okay bye." Jaejoong left Yunho's side to go to class.

Junsu frowned. "He didn't kill you?"

"Why do you want Jaejoong to kill me so badly?"

"It could've done the world some good."

The leader of Dong Bang Shin Ki smacked Junsu.

"Ow!"

"You hurt me, Junsu."

"I hurt you? You just hit me!"

Yunho ignored the younger. "Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes, please."

"Seulgi and I went to the movies and we took our seats in the theatre and---"

"--- Jaejoong was there?"

"Yes, he was, but he arrived after we sat down."

"And he sat behind you."

"Exactly."

"Jae? What are you doing here?"

"Watching the movie," Jaejoong casually answered.

Seulgi stared at Jaejoong in disgust.

"What are you looking at?!"

"Jaejoong!" Yunho hissed.

"Movie's starting!" Jaejoong chirped happily.

Yunho and Seulgi turned around to face the screen.

Throughout the whole movie, Jaejoong pelted Seulgi with popcorn and bits of licorice.

The kernals and pieces of candy would get tangled in the girl's hair and Jaejoong couldn't help but snicker. Loudly. While the man in the movie was confessing his love.

Yunho picked the food out of Seulgi's hair and tried to fling it back at Jaejoong.

Jaejoong lazily dodged all the attacks.

"Seulgi... I think I know a way to get back at him for throwing food at you."

"How?"

Yunho placed a hand on Seulgi's cheek and leaned closer to her.

The two were confused when they felt paper on their lips instead of each other's.

They opened their eyes to find a popcorn bag in front of their faces. They both looked up.

Jaejoong was smiling innocently, "You two want popcorn?"

"Will you just leave us alone?!" Seulgi cried out.

"Leave you alone? I'm sorry, but you're tresspassing on my property." Jaejoong dumped the whole bag of popcorn on Seulgi.

"Stop that!"

"Did you say you were thirsty?" The teen then splashed the girl with his drink.

Seulgi stood up and ran out of the theatre.

"What's wrong with you, Jae?!"

"Nothing."

"You just drenched my crush in juice."

"Running eyeliner suits her."

"I don't think I can ever forgive you."

Jaejoong pouted. "You can't blame me for fighting for what I like!"

"Jaejoong, I like Seulgi."

"And I like you."

"Seriously."

"I am serious!"

"I could never like you, you're a guy!" Yunho shouted.

Jaejoong's bottom lip trembled.

Yunho regretted what he said. "Ah, Jae, I didn't mean that..."

"You're a jerk!" Jaejoong dashed out of the theatre before Yunho could say anything else.

Junsu was biting his nails in anticipation. "Man, you are an idiot. How could you say that to Jae hyung!"

"Will you let me finish?!"

Yunho chased after Jaejoong and grabbed his wrist.

"Jaejoong, I didn't mean it!"

"Didn't mean it my butt."

"Really! I didn't mean to hurt you! Please forgive me, Jaejoongie!" Yunho clasped his hands together. "I'm really really really really sorry! I feel like such a jackass..."

"Well the tables have turned. You just said you could never forgive me and here you are begging for my forgiveness?"

"Forget about Seulgi for now. She's just a girl, but you're my best friend! Even if you did insult her and soak her juice and flick popcorn at her and... Wow, you are a horrible person, Kim Jaejoong."

Jaejoong pulled Yunho into a hug, "You're forgiven! Now let the past stay behind us, hmm?"

Yunho smiled and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong's waist.

"But listen, Jae... I just need to get used to you liking me and all that stuff... You know?"

"I get it. I'll wait for you!"

"I didn't mean it like that..."

"Hey Yunho?"

"Yeah?"

"I love that you came out of the movie theatre after me and not Seulgi."

Yunho's eyes widened. "Oh my God..."

"Fail." Junsu giggled. "I bet she dumped you the second you entered school on Monday."

"She didn't, actually. She gave me choices. Either her or Jaejoong."

"And you picked...?"

"Jaejoong. If I picked her, Jaejoong would just make her life a living hell."

"Wise choice."

"And that was the end of Bae Seulgi."

Junsu grinned, "That was a pretty good story, hyung. Got anymore?"

"Oh yeah." Yunho rested his head on his pillow. "The next girl I tried to date was Tiffany Hwang..."
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Just a fun little thing that popped into my head... I'll post my other fic soon I need to write a plot bunny... Lots and lots of stuff to do x]

Volleyball Blues

hyuukie — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 04:56:57 GMT

Title: Volleyball Blues
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 13
Pairing: YunJae [main], Jaemin, Yoosu
Summary: Jaejoong tries out for volleyball wearing his sister's shorts. Chaos arrives.
A/N:
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Changmin paced back and forth in the gym. "So as you boys should know, our first tournament is on Friday, which is a day away."

"Then why are we talking? Why aren't we getting up and hitting some balls?" Yoochun looked around to find all his teammates staring at him funny. "I mean, volleyballs..."

"Stop speaking, Chun." Jaejoong nudged his friend in the ribs.

Yoochun slapped Jaejoong's arm away and raised his hand, "I have a question."

"Is it an important question?"

"Yes, it is."

"Okay, what's your question?"

"Is Junsu here yet?"

Changmin sighed, "No, he's not here yet..."

"Is he going to be here?"

"Yes, he is."

"When is he coming?"

"I... I don't know... In a couple of minutes?"

"Why a couple of minutes, why not now?"

"Am I supposed to memorize Junsu's whole schedule for the day?"

"You should, so you can tell me."

Jaejoong hooked his elbow around Yoochun's neck, "Don't mind him. Please, keep going."

"J-J-J-Jae... J-Jo... o-ong..." Yoochun gasped out.

"Don't kill the kid," Yunho blinked as he saw the colour leave Yoochun's face.

It took awhile for the teen to regain his composure.

"Anyway... We will have practice at lunch from eleven thirty to twelve fifteen, then after school at three to five."

The whole team let out a huff.

"Oh, stop your groaning. It's only for one day. If we win, we'll have even more hardcore practices."

"Uggghhhh..." Every boy let out another unhappy moan.

Jaejoong glanced sideways at Yunho. Did he get the message I sent... I mean, Changmin, sent him?

Yunho's gaze shifted from Changmin to Jaejoong. He wasn't going to daydream about the teen, he just wanted to see what he was doing.

Jaejoong was surprised when he and Yunho made eye contact. He felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly looked away. I've been caught!

He played with the hem of the pink shorts he was wearing, as if trying to make them longer.

"Haha, see, Jaejoongie, your shorts are too short."

"They're not!" Jaejoong hissed, "They're perfectly fine."

Yoochun slapped his friend's thigh. The sound echoed through the now silent gym. "Heh, I've always wanted to do that."

"Y-Yoochun? Jaejoong? What are you guys doing?"

Changmin raised an eyebrow and hoped his face wasn't red.

Everybody thought they had gotton over Jaejoong's shorts, but apparently they didn't, because all the boys was staring at his legs now.

"W-What?!" Jaejoong cried out, hugging his knees to his chest.

Changmin cleared his throat, "Stop undressing him with your eyes, people, let's get up and practice."

The team stood up and stretched their legs before jogging onto the court.

"Ah, Yunho..." Jaejoong grabbed the older boy's shirt and pulled him back.

"Huh? Hey, you called me by my first name."

"Oh... Um, yeah... I have to ask you something about your phone..."

"My phone?"

"Did you check it last night?"

"I shut it off to do my homework. I haven't even touched it. Did you check your phone...?"

Jaejoong thought. ... I have to tell you something...

"You sent me a message that said you had to tell me somet---"

"Are we going to play or share secrets?" Changmin lazily put both his arms around Yunho and Jaejoong's shoulders. "If anything, I wanna know what's going on."

"Um, nothing, nothing..." Yunho scratched his head.

"Cool, cool. Yunho, you go on that side of the net."

"Sure."

Changmin kept his arm around Jaejoong, "Did he see the message?"

"He said he didn't check his pho--- how do you know I asked him that?"

"Why wouldn't you? I heard you screaming in your house as my dad was driving away. It was pretty funny."

Jaejoong shrugged off Changmin's arm and slapped him on the shoulder, "It was not funny! What if I sent an embarrassing message to Minyoung... How would that feel, huh?"

Changmin's face fell at the mention of his girlfriend.

"Oh, um, sorry."

"It's fine..."

Yoochun wiggled his way in between his two friends, "What are you guys talking about? I wanna know..."

"We're not talking about anything. Jaejoong, that side of the court, Yoochun, take the side Jaejoong's not on, and let's start playing!" Changmin clapped his hands and everyone picked up a volleyball.
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"And I think this answer is blah blah blah blah blah..."

Junsu tapped his foot on the ground and stared blankly at his friend's moving mouth.

He put the world on mute and decided to sing in his head.

The teen looked up at the clock in the cafeteria. Eleven forty five.

"Junsu? Are you listening to me?"

"Do you want me to be honest?"

Hyukjae sighed. "Yes."

"Then no, I was not listening. I have no idea what you just said."

"Whatever. Do you wanna hang out after school?"

"After school? I'm gonna watch the volleyball practice---"

"There's volleyball practice today?!"

"Uh, yeah..."

"Crap!" Hyukjae jumped up. "I think there's practice right now!"

"Really? I should be watching..."

"I should be playing!" Both teens ran for the gym.
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Hyukjae pulled up his shorts.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Junsu picked up his friend's gym t-shirt and threw it over the stall door.

"I'm late, I'm late... I'm twenty minutes late!"

"Twenty five."

"Not helping!"

Hyukjae shoved his school uniform in Junsu's arms, "Put that in my bag or something!"

Junsu watched as the older busted through the doors of the changroom and scurried into the gym.

He heard faint apologies and Changmin's shout of "Twenty five pushups for twenty five minutes!"

Junsu stuffed Hyukjae's uniform into his bag and went inside the gym to watch.

"SUSU!" Yoochun cried out in happiness and he hit the ball sideways.

Heechul caught the ball before it came in contact with his face, "Concentrate, please? We don't want someone to get a bruise or an injury."

Yoochun hopped off the court, "You didn't go to Jae's place yesterday, and you didn't reply to my text..."

"I had homework... I thought I told you that."

"But I was WAITING, SuSu, WAITING." Yoochun made a sad face.

Junsu cursed in his head when he felt his cheeks heat up. He saw Jaejoong past Yoochun's head. The older was giving him a thumbs up.

"Aish, how old are you, stop pouting." Junsu rubbed Yoochun's cheeks.

Jaejoong hurled a ball at Yoochun, and it bounced off the teen's head. "Ow!"

Jaejoong mouthed the words "Ask him."

Yoochun patted the spot where the ball hit and turned around to face Junsu again.

Changmin poked Jaejoong's nose, "What are they doing? We have to practice."

"Shush! Yoochun is going to ask Junsu out..."

"How does he know Su likes him?"

"He doesn't. Yesterday I told him to tell Junsu he likes him."

"How do you even know Su likes him?"

"Junsusu told me."

"Really? Junsu has terrible taste..."

It only took one look at Jaejoong's face for Changmin to take back what he said. "I was joking, Jaejoong, joking. It was only a joke."

"SuSu..." Yoochun took Junsu's hands in his, "Do you want to go out... with me?"

Jaejoong wished he could've gotten a picture of Junsu's shocked expression.

Yunho walked up beside Jaejoong, "What's Yoochun and Junsu doing?"

"Shush! Yoochun is going to ask Junsu out."

"Really? Why?"

"Because they like each other."

"Really? Nobody told me."

"Well I'm telling you now."

Changmin, Yunho, and Jaejoong's eyes were all set on the two boys.

"G-Go out... with you?" Junsu wished his brain would function.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"I-It's not... I-It's just---"

"Then you will?"

"I---"

"Yay!" Yoochun hugged Junsu tightly and spun him around.

"Talk about being happy," Changmin commented.

"Aw, they're so cute... I think I'll call them YooSu couple. They make me want to hug someone too..."

"You can hug Yunho!" The volleyball captain pushed Jaejoong sideways.

Jaejoong lost his balance and Yunho caught him before he completely fell over.

"There!" Changmin grinned, "YunJae couple!"

Yunho set Jaejoong upright, both teens blushing.

"A-Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, Changmin's just a big meanie..."

Yunho couldn't help but laugh at Jaejoong's use of words, "Meanie?"

"I... I couldn't think of anything, okay?"

"It's just funny." Yunho ruffled Jaejoong's hair.

"You know, if I didn't like you so much I'd kill you for touching my hair..." The younger teen mumbled. His eyes widened when he realized what he said.

"Huh? I didn't catch that."

"I didn't say anything. Let's go practice!" Jaejoong hurried to the court.
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Yoochun retied his shoelaces. "Can you believe this? We have to play volleyball again. We just played it two hours ago!"

"We need to be good, Chun, or else we'll lose."

"We won't. Since you still haven't gotten decent shorts, we'll just put you on the court and every guy will be drooling over you and waiting in line to get your number."

Jaejoong rolled his eyes, "My shorts don't possess some kind of power."

"But your legs are to die for."

"Chun."

"I'm serious."

"Speaking of serious, what's up with you and Junsusu? Are you guys serious?"

"You have no idea, Jae. We're like, beyond serious. Guess what rating we are out of ten."

"I dunno... A ten?"

"No. An eleven. He's so cute. I'm glad I asked him out."

"You could've asked a long time ago. He really liked you."

"Who doesn't really like me?" Yoochun wiggled his eyebrows, earning him a light push from his best friend. "I'm kidding. But seriously, Junsu is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I'm sure. I'm happy if you're happy."

"Enough about me, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"'YunJae couple'?"

Jaejoong stiffened.

"I heard Captain say that to you guys in the gym. I thought that it was a pretty neat nickname."

"How can you guys say that kind of stuff? We're not even together!"

"You will be."

"How do you know?"

"Yunho hyung has to 'tell you something' later, remember?"

"Do... Do you really think he's going to confess?"

"Of course! Then, you guys become a couple, then we deal with the volleyball tournament, in which you distract all the horny teenage boys, then we go to Minyoung and beat some sense into her, then... Then... I think that would be the end of the story."

"You're crazy."

"I'm perfectly sane."

"Yoochun, Jaejoong, Changmin wants us to start serving."

Yunho pointed to the gym door.

"Okay, hyung." Yoochun practically zoomed out of the changeroom and into the gym.

"He's so hyper today."

"I know." Jaejoong shook his head and headed for the door too.

"Wait, Jaejoong... I have... To tell you something..."

Jaejoong felt his heart beat faster.

"I know for a while we bickered and hated each other... By the way, I'm sorry I called you a girl... But... We've kissed like... twice... I think... And I just really gotta say this... I... Um... I... I really... I really... I really like you."

Jaejoong reached out and ruffled Yunho's hair, "I really like you too."
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One more chapter left... :D

I'm going on vacation, so I hope you guys are enjoying the rest of the summer before we go back to school! (ew)

Allergies

hyuukie — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 02:35:27 GMT

Title: Allergies
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung, ninja!Yoseob/Kikwang
Summary: Junhyung seems to be allergic to Doojoon.
A/N: I haven't posted anything in a while... so here! ^_^
Disclaimer: Doojoon, Junhyung and me? Oh yeah, we're like peanut butter and jelly. ~~they live in my closet and I video tape them doing some dirty stuff ♥___♥~~ Nahh, I don't own anything.

"We have a surprise for you! Please welcome our guest star... or should I say 'stars'... Put your hands together for BEAST!"

The room went into a frenzy of cheers.

A group of six boys filed onto the stage, all with bright faces.

"Hello, we are BEAST!" They all bowed and sat down on the couch.

The host took a seat as well, "I bet I can name all of you."

"Can you?"

"I can." The host pointed to the BEAST member farthest away from him, the one at the end of the couch. "You're Hyunseung. Then there's Dongwoon, next is Yoseob, beside Yoseob is Kikwang, then Junhyung and last but not least, BEAST's leader, Doojoon! Am I right?"

All the members started clapping, "Correct."

"So, I hear you guys have been---"

"Ah-CHOO!" Junhyung rubbed his nose and attempted to smile, "Sorry... Continue."

"Ahem. So I hear your guys have been nominated for an award---"

"Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO!" Junhyung tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't see well with tears obstructing his view. "Ah-CHOO. Ah-CHOO!"

"I-Is something wrong, Junhyung?"

"No, I'm fin---ah-CHOO!"

"Do you have a fever?" The host stood up and placed a hand on the rapper's forehead.

All the BEAST members were staring at Junhyung with confusion and the whole studio was quiet.

"You're not burning up at all... Do you have allergies?"

"Ah-CHOO! Not that I---ah-CHOO--- know of. Ah-CHOO!"

"Junhyung, could you stand up for a second?"

Junhyung obeyed and got onto his feet. "Ah-CHOO!"

"Follow me," The host guided the rapper backstage and showed him to BEAST's manager. "He keeps sneezing..."

The three men stood there for a few minutes.

The manager raised an eyebrow, "He seems fine to me."

"You're... You're better...?" The host was surprised.

"Um..." Junhyung waited for a sneeze to creep up on him and attack. Nothing happened. "I think I'm good."

"You guys better continue with the show," the manager pushed the host and Junhyung back up on the stage.

The host walked back to his seat and Junhyung headed for the couch.

"Shift over, Hyunseung."

The dancer looked up, "Why?"

"I don't want to sit next to Doojoon."

"Hey!" the leader crossed his arms, "Why not?"

"I just don't wanna."

"Sit here, hyung," Kikwang patted the empty spot next to him.

"I want to sit next to you Kikwang, but if I do, guess who would end up on my other side."

Kikwang frowned. Instead of arguing, he shifted over so he was sitting next to Doojoon. The singer then tugged on Yoseob's shirt sleeve, and the visual maknae scooted over and gestured for Dongwoon to move closer. The real maknae moved so he was shoulder to shoulder with Yoseob. Hyunseung followed suit and Junhyung sat down next to the slightly older boy, making him at the end of the couch.

The rest of the interview went by smoothly, despite the part where Junhyung kept sneezing (that was cut out) and the occasional glares Doojoon and Junhyung threw at each other.
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Yoseob put an egg on the plate he was holding and handed it to Kikwang. "Bring it to Dongwoon..."

Junhyung entered the kitchen, stretching. He approached Kikwang. "Hey... What's for breakfast?"

"Seob's cooking eggs and bacon." Kikwang held Dongwoon's breakfast under Junhyung's nose. "Smells good, right?

Doojoon walked up behind Junhyung and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Morning..."

"Ah-CHOO!"

"AH!" Kikwang jerked back, "H-Hyung! Not in the food!"

"Sorry---ah-CHOO--- Kikwang... I don't know why I'm---ah-CHOO---sneezing like cra---ah-CHOO--- zy."

"EW! EEWWW..." Kikwang stared in digust at the now germy food. "Ew... Ewwww... Why don't you sneeze in your elbow! Dongwoon's breakfast isn't your tissue!"

"Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO!!"

"HYUNG...! That is SO unsanitary!" Kikwang rushed over to the garbage and dumped the food in the plastic bag. "Seob... We need another breakfast for the maknae..."

"What? Why?"

"Because Junhyung-hyung decided to start sneezing again." Kikwang picked up the hand sanitizer and rubbed it in his palms. He opened the cupboard under the sink and took out the Febreze. He sprayed it everywhere, especially around where Junhyung and Doojoon were standing.

"Ah-CHOO! YAH! Yoon Doo---ah-CHOO--- joon, get away from---ah-CHOO--- me! Kikwang, stop---ah-CHOO--- using that---ah-CHOO--- stuff! It doesn't---ah-CHOO--- kill germs!" Junhyung pushed the leader back and stumbled out of the kitchen and into the dining room, where a hungry Dongwoon was waiting, fork in his right hand.

Junhyung leaned against the doorway to support himself, all this sneezing was making him go dizzy.

Kikwang happily skipped into the dining room, another plate of eggs and bacon in hand. He stopped at the doorway beside

Junhyung to make his presence known.

Doojoon followed the younger singer, but couldn't go any further because two people were blocking the doorway.

"Dongwoon!" Kikwang chirped, "I have your breakfas---"

"Ah-CHOO!" Junhyung didn't feel that one coming. He quickly turned around to find Doojoon standing behind him and Kikwang. "Ah-CHOO!"

"EWW!" Kikwang cried out in horror, glancing back and forth between Junhyung having a fit of sneezes and Dongwoon waiting to be fed. "SEOBIE!"

"WHAT? WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?"

"M-More eggs and bacon, please..." Kikwang ran back into the kitchen to get the Febreze, hand-sanitizer, and to apologize to an angry chef.
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It was eight o'clock PM, and all the BEAST members were gathered around the TV.

Junhyung decided not to sit anywhere near Doojoon. He noticed in the morning that everytime the leader was around, he would sneeze uncontrollably.

Kikwang wasn't very happy with him because he kept sneezing in the food, Dongwoon's food, which forced Yoseob to make at least three more plates for the same person, said person who was very hungry and grumpy.

So all in all, the three younger ones hated him.

Junhyung sighed and Kikwang shoved a tissue box into his face.

"I'm sighing, not sneezing!" Junhyung yelled.

"Whatever, just turn your head the other way!"

"Kikwang!"

"You guys know... Some of us are trying to watch TV..." Dongwoon stated loudly.

"Sorry, hyung, I love you, you're great, but as long as you're sick, I don't want you near me. In fact, don't even look at me when you talk." Kikwang hid his face behind the blanket so only his eyes were showing.

"I'm not sick!"

Doojoon stood up, causing Kikwang and Junhyung to stop their banter, "I'm going to go shower."

"He's depressed," Hyunseung commented when Doojoon left the room.

"I wonder why..." Yoseob said sarcastically, "Jun-hyung has been ignoring and avoiding him all day."

"No, no, it's totally cool. You guys can be as loud as you want. I'm just going to sit here and miss this totally awesome show that I can't hear." Dongwoon rubbed his temples.

"Why have you been avoiding him?" Hyunseung asked.

"Huh? Well... You guys know yesterday, at that interview... And this morning too... I kept sneezing..."

"Yeah? Who didn't know?"

"Shut up!" Yoseob hissed at Kikwang and punched the slightly younger one in the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"I noticed I only sneezed when Doojoon was around."

"Oh my god, you're allergic to Doojoon hyung!" Hyunseung, Yoseob, and Kikwang concluded.

Dongwoon rolled his eyes, "Since I'm never going to be able to watch this, I might as well join the conversation. Seriously, allergic to Doojoon hyung? That's impossible. You can't be allergic to humans or personalities or anything like that. If you could be, I'd be allergic to stupid. I'd be the one sneezing right now."

"Are you calling us stupid?" Kikwang clenched his fists.

"Dongwoon's right," Yoseob interrupted Kikwang without any care.

"That we're stupid?" Kikwang blinked.

"No, no. That you can't be allergic to humans and stuff. You're not allergic to Doojoon hyung himself, Jun-hyung, you may be allergic to something he wears."

Hyunseung snapped his fingers, "Are you allergic to lint?"

Junhyung scratched his head, "No."

"Cotton?"

"That's just silly. Most of our costumes are made of cotton."

"What about the type of shampoo or soap Doojoon hyung uses," Kikwang suggested, "He always uses that weird brand."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not allergic to that. If I was, I'd be sneezing in the bathtub."

"His hair gel?"

"I use the same hair gel he uses."

The five members sat in thought.

"Jun-hyung... Are you allergic to perfume?"

"I don't know... My nose does get irritated when I smell it."

"Doojoon hyung just started to use cologne... So maybe...?"

"BINGO!"
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Doojoon stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He made his way down the hall to his bedroom.

Even though he wasn't under the showerhead, he felt like a grey cloud was raining down on him.

His boyfriend was ignoring him.

And when he was around his boyfriend, the rapper would sneeze a lot. Doojoon was afraid he's blow his brains out.

"What if Junhyung's allergic to me?" Doojoon placed a hand over his mouth, terrified. He brushed the thought aside and laughed it off, "That's ridiculous. Junhyung would have to be allergic to beautifulness to be allergic to me."

"In your dreams, Yoon Doojoon."

The leader jumped and turned his head to find Junhyung leaning against the door frame.

"Junhyungie!"

"That's me," the rapper stepped into his boyfriend's messy room and plopped himself down on the bed. "Hey, Doojoonie."

"Uh. Hi." Doojoon felt very uncomfortable with Junhyung in his room while wearing nothing but a towel.

"I was just wondering..." Junhyung rolled off the bed and stood in front of Doojoon. "Where's your cologne?"

"What?"

"Your cologne. The one you just bought."

"It's over on my desk... Why?"

"Thanks." Junhyung put a palm on Doojoon's bare chest and pushed the leader backwards so he fell onto the bed. "You just wait for me there. Don't move, okay?"

Doojoon nodded dumbly, not knowing what Junhyung was up too.

The rapper smiled cheerfully at his boyfriend before making his way over to the older's desk.

Under several papers and crap that Junhyung couldn't identify, he found a bottle of cologne.

Junhyung squirted the liquid into the air and took a sniff of it.

"Ah... Ah... Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO!" Junhyung ran to the otherside of the room, sniffling. "Ah-CHOO!" He reached for the tissue box on Doojoon's nightstand and blew his nose, trying to get rid of the tingly feeling.

"You..." Junhyung threw the tissue in the garbage, "Are never to wear cologne again."

"Why not?"

"Do you want me to blow my brains out?"

"Are you allergic?"

"I think so."

"Oh..."

The two stayed in silence for a while.

"You showered, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So your cologne scent is gone... Alright then..."

"What do you mean 'alright then'?"

"When we're done, you'll have to take another shower."

Junhyung hopped onto the bed and removed Doojoon's towel.
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Um, I still think Junhyung bottoms ^_^♥ He's just like one of those dominant ukes, you know?

Please join joonjun if you love Doojoon/Junhyung :D

Volleyball Blues

hyuukie — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 07:17:58 GMT

Title: Volleyball Blues
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 12
Pairing: YunJae [main], Jaemin, Yoosu
Summary: Jaejoong tries out for volleyball wearing his sister's shorts. Chaos arrives.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

"I really should be getting home..."

"Really?" Jaejoong flipped open his phone and checked the time, "Oh."

"What time is it?"

"Seven ten."

Yoochun covered Jaejoong's piano. "I'm ten minutes late."

"Do you need a ride home?" Changmin offered, leaning Jaejoong's father's guitar against the wall.

"I think I can bus..." Yoochun turned out his pockets to see if he still had bus tickets. "Then again... I did bus to Captain's house to bring him here and then we both hopped on the bus to get to Jaejoong's house..." The teen found two tickets. "Ah. But I have two tickets."

"How are you getting home?" Jaejoong asked Changmin, setting his notebook and pen aside.

"I was gonna call my dad to pick me up or something. He could drive Yoochun home."

"I have bus tickets, Capt, I'm fine."

"Are you guys leaving now?"

Changmin opened his phone and punched in a few numbers, "I guess. If Yoochun has to leave now, then I think I should go too."

"You can stay Capt... I'm going though. Bye guys, see you tomorrow."

Yoochun stood up and walked out of Jaejoong's room.

Jaejoong followed his friend to the front door. "Have a safe trip home! Tell your mom I said hi."

"Will do. See you!" Yoochun waved and turned around.

Jaejoong closed the door as Yoochun ran down the pathway.

Yoochun stood by the bus stop and waited. Apparently this was a good day for him because the bus arrived in two minutes.

He boarded the vehicle and took a seat in the back again.
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Jaejoong thought this was really awkward.

Changmin closed his mobile. "My dad'll be here in ten minutes."

"O-Okay..."

"Hey listen, Jaejoong-ah..."

Said teen looked up from the floor and noticed Changmin was beside him. "Huh?"

"I really appreciate you and Yoochun helping me out... I'm really, really, really greatful..."

Jaejoong smiled, "Anything for a friend."

Changmin slung an arm around the younger, "Now... I wanna ask you something."

Jaejoong stiffened by the sudden contact and the tone of the volleyball captain's voice, "W-What?"

"Something about Yunho..."

"Y-Y-Yunho?"

"Yeah. You know, Yunho kinda likes you." Changmin took his arm away from around Jaejoong and nudged him in the ribs.

The younger almost fell off the couch, "What?"

"Oh come on. I know you know because everybody knows."

"Who knows?!"

"Yoochun... He told Yoochun."

"How do you know he told Yoochun?"

"Yoochun told me."

"When?"

"On the bus to your house."

"When did Yunho tell Yoochun?"

"Some time ago."

"Yunho told Yoochun who told you who just told me... And Yunho said he wanted to tell me something!" Jaejoong immediately jumped off the couch and ran upstairs.

Changmin waited for the younger to return.

Soon Jaejoong was back beside the volleyball captain on the couch, practically shoving his cell phone into the older's face.

"Calm down, Jaejoong!" Changmin gripped said teen's wrist and quickly taking the phone out of Jaejoong's grasp.

[Sender:] Hoface (Jung Yunho)
[Time:] 2:03
[Subject:] RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Hey...?
... I have to tell you something...

"This was sent five hours ago."

"I know... But you and Chun occupied me with that song and I forgot to reply... How do I reply?!"

"Like this," Changmin pressed the 'reply' button and started typing.

"What are you doing?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Just texting for you."

"But what are you typing?!" Jaejoong reached over to take his cell back, but Changmin stood up and ran into the kitchen.

"Hey!"

"If you want it, come get it!"

"It's my cell phone!"

Changmin suddenly stopped running, which caused Jaejoong to crash into him, sending him flailing and falling to the ground.

"I have a question."

"W-What?"

"Do you like Yunho too?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Well... do you?"

"Give me my cell phone!"

Changmin didn't bother to help Jaejoong up, instead he typed in a few more words and then dashed for the front door.

The teen had just finished putting on his shoes and pressing the 'send' button when Jaejoong caught up and the door bell rang.

Changmin opened the door, revealing his father. "Hey dad, this is Jaejoong, Jaejoong, my dad. Okay bye Jaejoong, thanks for having me over," he smiled and tossed the younger his cell and waved to him as he 'skipped' out of the house, "Have fun!"

Changmin got into his dad's car and Jaejoong watched as the Shims drove away.

The teen checked his sent messages and let out a horrified scream.

[Sender:] Kim Jaejoong
[Time:] 7:23
[Subject:] <3
i hve to tell u somthin too.. i really like you!! >///< wahh, bee mine? <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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Yoochun had come face to face with his mother, her hands on her hips, an eyebrow raised.

"What did I say?"

"Seven o'clock."

"What time is it now?"

Yoochun peered at the clock behind and above his mother's head. "Seven thirty six."

"Did Jaejoong feed you?"

"Nope. Not a single bite."

"Good. Dinner's on the table."

"Yup yup. I'll be there in two minutes."

Yoochun waited until his mom moved to the kitchen before leaving the living room and rushing to his bedroom.

He flipped open his phone and scrolled down the contact list.

[Sender:] My SuSu <3 (Kim Junsu)
[Time:] 7:37 PM
[Subject:] ...?
u didnt go 2 jae's plce.

When Yoochun hit 'send', his phone vibrated in his hands, telling him he received a new message.

[Sender:] BFFLOVE (Kim Jaejoong)
[Time:] 7:38 PM
[Subject:] ZOMGZ.
I HATE SHIM CHANGMIN.

[Sender:] Park Yoochun
[Time:] 7:39
[Subject:] RE: ZOMGZ.
wat nao? u noe wat? jus call me.. on my hom fone tho.

Within seconds, the teen's phone started ringing.

"Yoochun! Dinner!"

"In a minute, Mom!"

Yoochun took the portable phone off the cradle and held it to his ear.

"Jaejoongie?" His ear was met with silence.

"Oh... I forgot to press talk..."
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Mrs. Park picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Mrs. Park? May I speak to Yoochun?"

"Of course."
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Yoochun pressed 'talk' and held the phone to his ear again. All he heard was the dial tone.

"Yoochun, Jaejoong's on the phone."

"MOM!"

Mrs. Park was taken aback, "Y-Yes?"

"Oh god... I just hung up on Jaejoong... AH! Nevermind! Just go ahead and eat dinner without me!"

Mrs. Park left her son's room and sighed.

As the teen was dialling Jaejoong's home phone number, his cell phone shook.

[Sender:] BFFLOVE (Kim Jaejoong)
[Time:] 7:44 PM
[Subject:] YOU ASS.
WHAT THE FACK. WHY THE HELL DID YOU HANG UP D:<

Yoochun held the portable phone in one hand and his cell phone in the other. He set aside the portable phone to text his reply.

[Sender:] Park Yoochun
[Time:] 7:45 PM
[Subject:] IM NOT AN ASS.
iz not my fault. my mom pcked up da fone wile i pcked up. it wuz by accdent >_>

[Sender:] BFFLOVE (Kim Jaejoong)
[Time:] 7:45 PM
[Subject:] IM PRETTY SURE YOU'RE AN ASS.
you call me instead.

Yoochun put down his cell and took the portable phone into his hands again. He punched in Jaejoong's number and waited for his friend to pick up.

He heard the ringing stop, indicating Jaejoong had answered the phone, but he was very confused when the line went dead.

His eyebrows furrowed when he heard beeping.

Then the automated message played. "You're call has been ended."

Yoochun, realizing what Jaejoong had done, typed a text to Jaejoong on his mobile.

[Sender:] Park Yoochun
[Time:] 7:47 PM
[Subject:] WHO'S THE ASS NAO?!
u sukk.

[Sender:] BFFLOVE (Kim Jaejoong)
[Time:] 7:47 PM
[Subject:] YOU STILL ARE.
yeah, that's right. how's it feel to be hung up on?!

[Sender:] Park Yoochun
[Time:] 7:49 PM
[Subject:] I WANNA KICK UR ASS.
u sukk. ur givin me 1 hell of a fone bill. plz jus call my hom fone. T_T

The teen immediately answered his phone on the first ring. "Hello?"

"I HATE SHIM CHANGMIN."

Yoochun waited, waited for Jaejoong to say "HAHA, I was just joking!" or "I could never hate Shim Changmin" or "Who am I kidding? Shim Changmin is the greatest thing that ever happened to this earth!". But nothing came.

"... Oh... You're serious?"

"Of course I'm serious!

"You can't possibly mean that. He was your God for two years! Hehe. I'm glad you don't like him anymore though. So... What did he do? Rape you?"

"What?! No! He sent Yunho a text message!"

"And I care about this because...?"

"I'm sending you what he sent Yunho."

"Okay then..."

[Sender:] BFFLOVE (Kim Jaejoong)
[Time:] 7:51
[Subject:] <3
i hve to tell u somthin too.. i really like you!! >///< wahh, bee mine? <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Yoochun burst out laughing when he read the message.

"Oh my God!" Yoochun gasped out, trying to stop laughing. "That's so funny! Hold... Hold on a sec, Jae, I gotta do something."

Yoochun texted Changmin.

[Sender:] Park Yoochun
[Time:] 7:53
[Subject:] I love you.
OMFG. u, mr., r a genius. :3

"Yup. So you were saying...?"

"What am I going to do, Chun?! It's already been sent!"

"I thought you liked Yunho."

"What made you think that?"

"Well he likes you."

Yoochun heard nothing on the other line for a while. "... Jae?"

"You and Changmin keep saying that... But I don't believe it."

"Why? He told me."

"But he didn't say anything to me!"

"In the text Capt sent, it says 'I have to tell you something too'. At the end, it has the word 'too'. So I'm assuming Yunho sent you something before?"

"He said he had to tell me something."

"Well there you go."

"How would you know that that was what he was going to tell me?!"

"Because I know everything?"

"Do you?"

"Yup."

"Then did you know that Junsu likes--- um..."

"Junsu likes someone?"

"You are so dense... You know what? Go ask him."

"... I should just ask...?"

"Why not?"

"Ask him who he likes or ask him out...?" Yoochun flopped down on his bed, running a hand through his hair.

Jaejoong giggled, "Ask both. I know you like him Chun."

"Damnit! What are we, girls?! Here we are, talking about boys on the phone!"

"... You're right. I just hope you're not on your bed twirling your hair."

Yoochun sat up quickly and removed his hand from his scalp. "I'll ask Junsu then... After you tell me what Yunho tells you. And what his reaction is to your... I mean, Captain's message."

"I'm killing him tomorrow."

"Speaking of tomorrow, do we have volleyball practice?"

"I'm pretty sure we do... At lunch and after school. The tournament is on Friday."

"Oh. Well, Jae... It's been fun talking to you, but I'm hungry. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep. Night."

"Night."

Yoochun pressed 'End' and placed the phone back in the cradle.

[Sender:] My SuSu <3 (Kim Junsu)
[Time:] 8:00
[Subject:] RE: ...?
homework. i didn't finish it... i'll see you tomorrow tho. :P

[Sender:] Park Yoochun
[Time:] 8:01
[Subject:] RE: RE: ...?
u comin 2 vb prac 2moro?

[Sender:] My SuSu <3 (Kim Junsu)
[Time:] 8:01
[Subject:] RE: RE: RE: ...?
volleyball? yeap.

[Sender:] Park Yoochun
[Time:] 8:02
[Subject:] RE: RE: RE: RE: ...?
cool. i hav 2 eat din. bye <3<3 :)

Yoochun was just about to close his phone when he saw that Changmin had sent him a text.

[Sender:] VBCaptain (Shim Changmin)
[Time:] 8:03
[Subject:] RE: I love you.
i know ima genius. ;]

"Park Yoochun! Are you eating or not?!"

"Coming Mom!"
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Ah! I'm so sorry there wasn't much YunJae-ness... I promise it will be in the next chapter! I feel like there will only be two more chapters left now :3

The phone call thing between Jaejoong and Yoochun has happened to me before... I hate portable phones. T_T I press 'Talk' and I end up hanging up on the person instead... >_<