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f: the alpha and I

muwon — Wed, 21 Aug 2013 01:41:57 GMT

→ the alpha and I | PG13 | yunho/jaejoong
→ How was he supposed to know that killing a vampire was messy anyway? When he was a normal human being, perfectly unspoiled by supernatural shenanigans, he assumed that blood suckers simply burn and turn into ash once killed… not a slush of blood and goop.
→ Teen Wolf/Sterek inspired. That's the reason why they're off-character or that they sound like Stiles and Derek for some reason. .___. I consider as my prelude to Sterek-fanfic-writing phase.

There was something about the way he looked at him that irritated Kim JaeJoong to no end. It was a simple mistake blown out of proportions; something he could’ve considered if he weren’t so aptly focused on his hatred towards him. The sludge of blood and innards underneath his feet reminded him briefly what truly pissed off his Alpha.

“You’re going to clean this up, Jae.”

Fuck.

The blond sighed but moved not a single muscle as he gazed at the mess he was expected to remove. How was he supposed to know that killing a vampire was messy anyway? When he was a normal human being, perfectly unspoiled by supernatural shenanigans, he assumed that blood suckers simply burn and turn into ash once killed… not a slush of blood and goop. He should be excused at least since it was not only a few weeks when he was turned. But YunHo, being the perfectionist jerk that he was, clearly wasn’t fond of making it easy for him. Nope. Not now, not ever.

Glancing at the domineering figure in front of him, JaeJoong wondered what he did in his past life that placed him in a situation like this. He had such a good life. He was doing so well in cooking school, his parents were the most wonderful couple in the whole word and he had sisters, though quite annoying most of the time, were extremely caring since he was the baby brother after all.

That was until he made that one mistake of walking into the woods by himself and getting bitten by a rogue wolf. A couple of days later after feeling the initial symptoms of turning supernatural, he met Jung YunHo. The guy just appeared in front of his doorstep, looking exceptionally threatening and handsome.

Yep, actually handsome was the first word that came into his mind because Jung YunHo was the type of person you would simply not forget. Did he mention how terribly fit the man was and how his hair was cut into perfection? It was gelled away from his face but when he does feel lazy doing his hair, the luscious dark brown locks fell impeccably around his almond-shaped eyes. Talking about his eyes, JaeJoong could go on and on with a diatribe since they somehow left an impression on him. A flash of those fiery dark-brown eyes could crumble your defences.

YunHo was a towering figure and he was only a few inches shorter than him. Having his hair dyed more than once gave the locks a drier texture compared to YunHo’s crown of glory. Jaejoong’s eyes were huge and almost child-like, his nose looked pretty much normal, but his lips were… let’s say they completed the whole package of his almost feminine appearance and god knows how much he hated it.

The only thing he liked about being turned was the instant boost of power, strength and triceps, biceps, and whatever ceps possible. He remembered staring in front of the mirror one day, just merely observing the sudden appearance of his washboard abs, mourning and admiring at the same time.

Okay, back to the first meeting, apart from looking hot in his leather jacket, YunHo appeared annoyed for some reason he couldn’t fathom back then. “You’re coming with me.” Was all he said and the next thing he knew, he was thrown into a whole new world of heightened senses and prolonged animalistic insanity. He had never hated the full moon as much as he did right now… but it couldn’t be helped.

It was surprising how he accepted all of this so easily. Perhaps the fact that it boosted his self-worth and made him twice attractive had something to do with the acceptance. Although, most of the time, he hated being a werewolf. Today was definitely a strikethrough on his hate list.

“That’s a lot of blood.” JunSu commented unhelpfully somewhere in the room.

“Really, JunSu?” YooChun piped right after. He almost forgot that YunHo brought the other two betas with him during the hunt. The short-haired sup stepped next to him but consciously avoiding the blood on the floor. He just bought a new pair of shoes and vampire blood was definitely a bitch to remove. “I’ll help you—”

“YooChun.” YunHo almost growled at the warning, “As my second in command, I don’t think you should help JaeJoong with his own mess.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and his lips were upturned in a sneer.

JaeJoong felt like an intern in an office where everybody gets to boss him around. This was true since he was the youngest in the pack, in terms of turning. If it was a matter of age, then ChangMin definitely got that one, turning eighteen only a few months ago.

YooChun sent him an apologetic smile before he stepped away and left the room together with JunSu. Now he was left alone with the alpha and he couldn’t do anything but to follow his orders.

“Should’ve learned your lesson by now, huh?” YunHo walked around the bloody mess and stood by him, arms crossed. “Never initiate action without my orders again.”

Oh yeah, that’s how everything started. They were hunting for the vampire on a killing spree and JaeJoong happened to have the correct information of his whereabouts. Solving the problem on his own was what angered YunHo. He only sensed him when JaeJoong was on the verge of getting drained dry. Fortunately, they just arrived on time before Jaejoong’s heart’s last attempt of pushing blood to keep him alive. YunHo was so furious; he killed the vampire instantly with a stab of his sharp claws into the un-dead’s chest, crushing its dead heart and creating the unsightly mess on the floor.

“JaeJoong, are you listening to me?”

He looked up and found YunHo staring intently at him. His brows were drawn together in a frown and JaeJoong was quite sure that the older man was highly concerned. Guilt suddenly seeped through him, making him look away and nod silently in agreement.

He felt a warm hand squeeze his shoulder followed by the audible footsteps fading behind him. Although Jung YunHo was a relentless extremist, perfectionist to the core and grouchy to no end, JaeJoong knew he was his alpha, his leader, and the one responsible for his well-being in the pack. He cares.

As much as this was terribly disgusting, JaeJoong sighed in defeat and grabbed the cleaning gloves underneath the kitchen sink.

++

They were merciless when he got home that night and it didn’t help that the entire pack was present to witness his humiliation. Sort of.

“You reek.” ChangMin sniffed him with a look of disgust on his face. “Go take a shower or something.”

JaeJoong told himself that he should get used to the sniffing part. Despite of how horribly degrading and embarrassing to sniff people around, it was a habit they all lived by. “Fine. What’s for dinner?”

The taller man blinked at him as if he asked the most obvious question in the world. “Nothing? You haven’t cooked anything yet.” Right. So one of his apprentice-ly duties was to cook and clean and basically act like a mother hen to everyone. He really wished he could go home one day with a warm food waiting for him instead of having to fix them all a meal. “There’re a lot of pizza fliers in the kitchen, just so you know.”

“Oh I do.” ChangMin answered, grinning, “But I like your cooking more.” That was partly true and a lie. ChangMin also enjoyed torturing him physically and mentally. Being only a year older at being turned, ChangMin suddenly rejoiced at the fact that he was no longer the “maknae” of the pack, much to his consternation.

Rolling his eyes, JaeJoong pushed him lightly on the shoulder as he made his way upstairs. He briefly waved at the couple sitting on the couch. Both Myungsoo and Soojung waved back before slowly melting against each other again. Being mated recently can do that to a werewolf and those two happened to be the most adorable couple he had ever seen. Almost everybody in the pack reeked of something akin to their own musk a little bit of spice he couldn’t put a name on. He couldn’t smell it on JunSu and ChangMin, but YooChun’s scent particularly hits his sensitive nose like a freight train especially when Sooyeon’s around.

“JaeJoong,” a voice called from the second floor and he wasn’t surprised to find YunHo leering at him with his muscular arms crossed. That tank top surely enhanced his guns, making him both hate him and admire him at the same time. Sometimes, he really does hate his indecisiveness.

There was a strange look that crossed YunHo’s perpetually sour face but was quickly wiped away when he spoke again. “I need a moment with you.” That usually meant more scolding and morally degradation. Stepping into the room with faux bravado, JaeJoong mentally winced at the sound of the door closing behind him.

YunHo silently regarded him with an air of arrogance and a hint of sourness judging by the prominent scowl on his face. His arms were crossed, feet apart, back ramrod straight, effectively pulling a Nick Fury on his witty but substantially madcap Tony Stark.

“Is this the part where I explain myself and you rebut every single cell of reason in this body?” he flourished with a wave of his hand down his figure.

“What were you doing in a vamp’s apartment?”

“Investigating.” JaeJoong lifted his eyes and met YunHo’s resilient glare. “I remember a stellar speech about initiative and bravery—”

YunHo interrupted hastily, “On reasonable grounds, Jae. For the life of—why do you have to go chasing vampires on your own or any kind of danger for that matter? We talked about this already!” he sounded totally fed up. A part of JaeJoong wanted to just climb him like a tree and tilt his neck back in submission. The waves of frustration and worry awash him, making him feel guilty twice as much.

Swallowing with slight difficulty, JaeJoong tipped his head low and examined his shoes with interest. He could hear YunHo breathing like a fuming dragon in front of him and he was terrified to look up and see his expression. He hated upsetting his alpha. It was the last thing he wanted and yet for some reason, it deliberately happens as if his supernatural life was meant to be a failure at its best.

“You should commend me for my guts. I just killed a thousand-year-old vampire.”

“Yes, right in the middle of a peace talk between lycan and the dhampir communities.” YunHo gritted out while running a frustrated hand through his as if it pained him to say every word. “You know, you pick the worst times to be an overachiever.” His tone was quiet, but it did nothing to soften his harsh words.

JaeJoong huffed, indignant. “I’m sorry for trying except I really am not?” spreading his arms before him, he continued. “Plus, the dhampir hated that vamp. Weren’t they the ones who wanted to get rid of him?”

“There was a plan.”

“The plan would’ve gotten us all killed. He was so close to attacking us and if I didn’t get a hold of it—”

“You could’ve told me! Or YooChun!”

“I know that! It’s just that—l…” closing his eyes briefly to clear his thoughts, JaeJoong crossed his arms defensively, balking backwards. “They don’t think I’m strong enough to do this on my own.” He began, licking his lips for a moment before lifting his eyes to meet YunHo’s fiery red. “You don’t think I’m strong enough for this pack.”

The taller man shook his head, taking a step forward and quickly shortening the distance between them. “You know that’s not true.” Placing his hands on Jaejoong’s shoulders, YunHo fixed him a look that said so many things and yet none of them were definite enough to figure-out. Was it disappointment? Pity? Anger? Misplaced but completely welcomed feelings of lust? JaeJoong thought he preferred the latter.

Years ago, he would’ve pegged YunHo for someone who enjoyed lots of angry sex. That if he and the alpha were to be together, there would be a lot of battle of wits, explosion of insults and sarcasm that would lead to awesome rounds of hot, angry, unadulterated sex.

It turned out, despite of the hard (no pun intended) surface, frown-y faces and uncontrolled show of brawny strength, YunHo was romantic at heart. The pack is important to him. It’s the only family he had left and JaeJoong… JaeJoong happened to be the most imperative part of it, being his mate and all that jazz.

YunHo wasn’t angry at JaeJoong for running off to his death. He was angry at himself because he couldn’t manage to protect the people he loved.

The young wolf knew about this and yet he allowed his pride to take over and defy his alpha, his mate’s will, seducing a crazed vampire and having the filthy creature almost drink him dry. It was such a stupid move that all JaeJoong could manage was a pathetic sound at the back of his throat before throwing his arms around YunHo in a desperate attempt of clinging to him. The spark of contact between them immediately had his body melting and fitting YunHo’s arms in an instant. On the back of his mind, JaeJoong knew this was one of the perks of making YunHo angry. The make-up cuddles almost topped the make-up sex by one percent.

“You promised me something, didn’t you?” YunHo murmured against his hair and the shell of his ear as he buried his face there to sniff him. JaeJoong felt warm all over.

Pulling back to look at YunHo’s face; JaeJoong cupped his cheek and caressed it softly with pad of his thumb. Losing him would pain YunHo as much it would do to him. Being bonded literally meant life and death. Human marriage had all been but words and irresolute commitments. What he and YunHo had was irrevocable unless one of them dies; there was no getting out of it. YunHo specifically implied this before JaeJoong agreed to it and along with this, JaeJoong promised that he would do his best to make the alpha happy.

Getting bitten by a vampire certainly wasn’t pro-YunHo-happiness campaign. Nope.

“I’m sorry for putting you through that.” JaeJoong worried his lips between his teeth, “… and the numerous occasions that precede tonight’s mishap. I really do love you and making worry is the last thing I wanted. I just want you to trust me on this. I want to protect the pack as much as you do and I can’t do that if you keep on pushing me on the sideline.”

The frown turned to a glaring scowl. “I can protect you and the pack just fine.”

“That’s not—what even—see, you’re not even listening to what I’m trying to say.” Reeling back, JaeJoong tried to explain again with slow placating gestures. “I’m not a damsel in distress. Heechul totally seized the throne on that one. I’m your beta. Your mate. My desire to protect you and the pack is something that is important to me. I may have executed it with less-finesse but… you know me. Old, clumsy JaeJoong with every single Murphy’s Law cliché strapped on his back.” He was relieved to see at least a hint of a smile tugging YunHo’s stern face, even though he desperately tried to hide it by lowering his head.

After a relative silence has passed, YunHo too his hand. “If we didn’t get there in time, you could’ve died.” The red shade eventually morphed back to a softer brown as YunHo raised his eyes to regard him. “I almost lost you.” His eyes settled on the part of Jaejoong’s neck where the punctured marks of fangs used to lay. It was a good thing that it healed or it would’ve made his blood boil just at the sight of it.

“You didn’t. I’m still here.” With a heavy sigh, JaeJoong leaned closer and kissed the stubborn man instead. It started with their mouth simply melding together, pressing softly and retreating until YunHo snapped from his trance and tugged the shorter man closer. The kiss was intense, so intense that it gave both of them a head rush. Every crevice, every taste, every gasp memorized were mapped with their tongues, releasing pent up frustration with the warm fusion of their lips.

Blunt nails raked his ribs, making JaeJoong groan pathetically on the back of his throat whilst wondering when YunHo managed to drag his hand up his shirt.

Once they parted, JaeJoong laughed at the confused look on YunHo’s face as if wondering why they stopped. He was so adorable, the beta thought fondly. “See, a normal couple would’ve tried to finish the argument first before the hot make-out session. Not that I’m complaining.”

Brows still furrowed, YunHo replied with what seemed to be a slight pout on his lips. “I’m sorry I don’t meet your standards of normalcy.” See? Adorable.

“Oh my god, stop before I go down on my knees and worship your dick.”

YunHo’s eyebrows rose gradually up to hairline that it was almost comical. “I’m not adverse to that idea to be quite honest.”

JaeJoong shook his head, lips quirking and eyes alight with brutal honesty. “Same. You know how much I love Yun-junior. I can write sonnets about it. In fact, I have a song right now that I would love for you to hear. It starts with how long—” the expletives of cock-worshipping that slipped Jaejoong’s mouth would put any porn star to shame.

Sometimes, YunHo wondered if he had made the right decision. Ending his mate’s mindless babbling with a kiss effectively reminded him why.

Breaking the kiss for the second time, YunHo was beginning to feel neglected and the way he was pawing at JaeJoong to come back into his arms had the latter giggling. “Later, you big bad wolf.” JaeJoong planted one last kiss on YunHo’s lips as a token of promise. “I need to make dinner for one of your betas. I swear to god, ChangMin has the stomach of a cow.”

YunHo chuckled at that, agreeing. “I’d be surprised if he didn’t hold the world record for pie eating or something.” And with that, he allowed his mate to slip out of his hold, watching him avidly as he exit the room. Knowing that he was watching his every move, JaeJoong made sure to add a bit of sashay to his hips.

“Hey, Jae.” Looking over his shoulder, JaeJoong glanced at YunHo inquiringly. Smirking, YunHo leaned against the sturdy table behind him and said, “I’d let you sing and make sonnets on your knees later if you’re still up for it.”

Spluttering, JaeJoong failed to hide the wildfire of a blush spreading on his cheeks and up to the tip of his ears. He could still hear YunHo’s raucous laughter behind the door as he closed it tightly with shaky hands. For once, he was rendered speechless.

end

f: four leaf

muwon — Fri, 19 Apr 2013 14:41:12 GMT

→ four-leaf| PG13 | yunho/yoochun
→ It all started with a four-leaf clover.
→ a fic based from a manga (Cellow Mellow; chapter 5)

01.

Heavy pelts of rain ruined the game and everybody in the field ran back to the main quad; except for a willowy figure sitting resolutely underneath the shade of the biggest oak tree in the vicinity. The odd sight definitely attracted attention, but not all found the idea interesting enough as the rain poured down twice as much when it started.

“Hey! You don’t mind getting soaked in the rain?” One particular boy named Jung Yunho, soccer team captain, queried as he stared down at the person with the fairest skin and longest hair he had ever seen on a boy.

Acknowledging his presence, the other student lifted his head and Yunho found himself gazing into a pair of wistful soft eyes.

“I’m fine…” for someone so delicate looking, the deep tone of his voice was quite unexpected.

“Okay…” Yunho trailed off. “Well, just don’t go catching a cold, alright?” it left him speechless when he simply received a vague smile.

02.

“Yunho-yah,” Taeyeon called, “When you’re done writing in it, bring it to the staff room, okay? And don’t just write “n/a” for all of them!” her eyes were menacing and meant serious business. Despite of her petite frame, she can be quite intimidating. Being the class president gave her the authority to act god in the classroom and no one could contest to that.

Staring at the four-leaf clover pressed inside the pages of the class’ diary, Yunho began to wonder how it got there in the first place.

He had a suspect in mind though.

Yoochun.

Park Yoochun’s body was naturally weak, but he always seemed to come down to watch soccer training anyway. He always plopped himself underneath the shade of the biggest tree in the field. The reason was because there were clovers mixed with the grass around where he usually sat.

He just sat there with his eyes downcast.

He must’ve been happy searching for the clover. Yunho thought he would love to see that triumphant look on Yoochun’s face someday.

03.

Placing the diary on the table with little grace, Yunho scowled at the smiling teacher gazing up at him. Why she was so damn happy all the time, Yunho had not a single idea and he preferred it that way. Curious, he asked why there was a four-leaf clover in between the pages. “Is it yours?”

“Oh!” the female teacher looked mildly surprised at first before her lips broke into even a bigger gleaming smile, “Thanks for finding it! I thought I lost it.” She grabbed the stem between her fingers and giggled, “An unlucky but very pretty boy gave it to me.”

‘It has to be Yoochun.’

04.

‘An unlucky pretty boy, huh?’ Yunho thought to himself, sipping his drink as he gazed surreptitiously towards a group of people to his left. In the middle stood Yoochun and it was difficult to ignore his presence. No matter how you look at it, Yunho still thought he’s handsome. His close friends all call him ‘Chunnie’. His skin’s so fair. But the jock guessed it was his smile that was so charming.

Yoochun turned his head and caught him staring. Yunho quickly looked away even though he was quite sure he looked guilty.

In truth, they don’t really talk much. They don’t have similar friends, similar extracurricular activities and similar topics to discuss. It never crossed him mind to approach the beautiful boy knowing that he would only end up embarrassing himself. Like right now.

Unbeknownst to the team captain, Yoochun’s gaze remained on him, gentle and melancholic.

05.

The next time Yunho saw Yoochun, he was on his way to practice, yawning like the hardworking student that he was.

“Hi,” he greeted lamely, “You’re watching the game?”

Yoochun smiled before nodding, “Half-time’s over.”

Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, Yunho explained, “I over-slept.” And missed the practice.

Laughing shortly, Yoochun returned to picking the grass.

“You wouldn’t happen to be the one putting clovers in the class journal, would you?”

Yoochun flashed him a look of surprise, “What?”

Removing his backpack, Yunho boldly sat next to the perpetually perplexed boy and repeated. “I spot them every now and then.”

Blinking and pulling-off that innocent look on his face again, Yoochun replied, “Oh… yeah. That’s pretty sharp for you to know it was me.” He didn’t point out at the way Yunho’s cheeks reddened at the accusation. Caught red-handed again.

Slim fingers swept through the soft leaves underneath. He pulled out one stem and showed it to him, “Whenever I find one, I give it to our teacher. I thought I’d use this one to wish her peace with her boyfriend. They’re fighting right now.” Great, not only was he good looking, he was also selfless… like that would help Yunho’s case.

“It must’ve been effective then, Mr. Energy. Would’ve been better if you’d just use it for yourself though.” Like your health…

Biting his lower lip thoughtfully, Yoochun looked heavenward and murmured, “Well that would work too. But it’s probably a lifelong dream for a girl to use one instead.”

“You’re right!” Yunho couldn’t agree more. Girls can be very sentimental. Surprisingly, the jock found it easy to talk to the recluse beauty.

“Besides, I do have one of my very own.” Pulling out something out of his pocket, Yoochun grinned and proudly revealed the piece of leaf he was so excited about. “Ta-da~ when I was absent, someone in the class made it for me.” Apparently it was a conjoined clover twisted to make four leaves.

Swallowing thickly for a moment, Yunho reasoned, “But it’s not real.”

“Well, yeah…”

“But why?”

Shrugging his thin shoulders, Yoochun replied, “Nothing. I was kinda thinking the real one just lost its effect.”

“Huh?” It baffled Yunho when Yoochun went from smiling full blown to being despondent.

“Because you talked to me.”

It was suffice to say that Yoochun’s a surprisingly weird guy. More importantly, he was really gloomy! To think he held onto the fake clover that Yunho secretly made for him made him feel both awkward and thoroughly flattered; but more of the latter.

06.

It had been four days since the last time Yoochun went to school. He learned from their teacher that he was sick in bed and couldn’t come out of the house without making his condition worse.

Yunho sat on his spot as if to warm-it-up while he was gone and during those times, he was able to make a lot of fake four-leaf clovers, twisting and binding them together. “Can you give this to him? For him to get well soon.” He gave the piece to the nosy teacher standing in front of him who had been blocking the sun. “I don’t care what you say to him, but don’t say it’s from me.”

“Eh? Why don’t we try and find the real thing?” the gullible teacher crouched down and began ransacking the grass full of vigor.

“There aren’t any.”

“Let’s search together!” She was overly enthused at the idea.

“You’re a teacher. You’re supposed to be busy.” Yunho murmured dryly but his words had fallen into deaf ears. Nothing can thwart a woman’s determination he assumed.

07.

The heat was awful and it was getting into everybody’s head. One of his burly teammates was so pissed at losing, he was just about ready to hit anything. He had always been quite the hot-tempered kind of guy and it didn’t help that he had the biggest body among all of them.

“Look. Yoochun’s probably napping now, right? He’s always down there, yeah?” Kangin gritted whilst bouncing the soccer ball up and down his knees. “Should we let him have it?”

Yunho’s head jerked towards their direction upon hearing the conversation clearly. None of his teammates knew about his usual conversations with the sickly boy. No wonder they could easily taunt Yoochun around him without the fear of angering the team captain.

“What? Don’t do anything stupid and leave him alone.” one of the lower class-men protested out of guilt.

“Aw, come on! I need to let out some steam and he’s the perfect target! I need to hit something—someone!”

“Chill out, man. We’re not doing anything that—” the voice was cut-off as soon as Kangin ignored his protests and kicked the ball hard towards the oak tree’s direction. “—bad! Shit!” with panicked filled eyes, the younger boy watched in slow motion as the ball wheezed by towards its target. What happened next totally surprised him as Yunho jumped forward to block the onslaught with one of his famous moves.

That caught Yoochun’s attention, mildly curious and afraid of what had just occurred.

“Argh!!!” Kangin yelled, “Yunho, you prick!”

Yunho glared at them and decided to kick the ball to the other side of the field, making the goal-keeper chase after it.

Turning around, Yunho found himself looking at Yoochun’s startled expression. Despite of the dull pain thrumming down his fibula, the jock pulled a small, secretive smile before he ran after his team with thoughts of Yoochun and his weirdness.

08.

“Yunho-yah. Yunho!”

A finger incessantly poked his shoulder, making him turn around and face the soft look on Yoochun’s eyes. They were both standing in front of the window down the hallway. Once his attention was on him, Yoochun pointed at a random clump of cloud outside and said, “Doesn’t that one look like a snow cone?”

“What? Err… well if you say so…”

“Of course it does.” There was no room for argument.

Yoochun smiled that kind of smile that made Yunho feel frustrated. He didn’t know what’s going on inside the other boy’s head and having him look at him as if he was some sort of a treasure in this world made him a bit uncomfortable.

“Chunnie, let’s go home!” One of his friends (was it Jaejoong?) called for him while the other two boys behind him stood patiently behind.

“Sorry, Jae. Maybe next time? I’ve got something to do with Yunho now.”

Yunho tilted his head to the side, “We do?”

09.

A few minutes later, Yunho found himself sitting on a bench while his companion ordered some snow cone at a kiosk outside their school.

“What kind of syrup?”

“All of them!”

The shopkeeper looked perturbed. “Coming right up…” he proceeded to slather all the flavours available over the shaved ice before handing it to the excited boy.

“Whoa, it’s kinda dark.” The mix of colors turned dark blue, not exactly pleasant looking. “I’ve always wanted to do this at least once. Here you go.” Yoochun gave the taller boy the cup.

“It’s for me?” Yunho asked before hesitantly accepting the odd looking treat.

“To thank you for saving me before.”

“If it’s just that then the usual blue syrup would have been fine.” Yunho grumbled but ate the ice shaves anyway.

“You’re a nice guy, Yunho-yah.”

The snow cone tasted awful but Yunho schooled his face enough in order now to show his distaste. Upsetting Yoochun was something he didn’t want to do.

“Oh, can I have some of it?” Yoochun asked.

“Here.” Yunho handed it over without hesitation, “In fact, you can have all you want.” What is with this tasteless flavour?

The thinner boy chuckled and shook his head, “Not too much. I can’t eat a lot of frozen things.”

Yunho watched him silently as he enjoyed the cold treat like nobody else would. He was chewing with his eyes crinkled into half moons, looking as if he was enjoying the burst of taste within his mouth.

“Ugh! I give up!” Yoochun gagged and gave the awful cup back to the amused team captain.

Yunho knew it wouldn’t do any good, but the one who really needed a four-leaf clover… was Yoochun.

Yoochun was startled when Yunho scooped some of the remaining ice and ate it without flinching. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine.” Yunho replied whilst munching. “You bought it, so it’s got to be eaten no matter how weird it is.”

He didn’t miss that familiar grateful smile flashed towards him again and it made him finish the snow cone down to the bottom of the cup.

It was worth it.

10.

Finding a four-leaf clover was impossible. After spending almost fifteen minutes digging his fingers through the green patch, Yunho was on the verge of giving up.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

Yunho visibly flinched at the sound of Yoochun’s wistful voice just behind him. Really, what the hell was he doing? This was so stupid.

Sighing, he leaned back against his hands and subtly glanced at the willowy boy who sat next to him on the ground.

Not nearly thwarted upon getting no response from the other, Yoochun asked again. “Trying to find a clover perhaps?”

“No.” Yunho denied vehemently at first but he barely caught himself doing it when Yoochun flashed him a smile of mischief. “I was going to sleep during lunch but there was a bug.”

“Is that so?” Yoochun didn’t believe him. Who would, really with a reason like that?

What made it so upsetting was the fact that Yoochun only had to spend a few minutes and he quickly found one.

Yunho could only stare in disbelief. Was something wrong with him? Maybe the four-leaves were naturally shy around him?

“Here you go.”

“I already told you, I don’t need it.”

“They say you’ll receive happiness if you find one. You’ll be able to find a bit of it with this.”

Turning his head away, Yunho admonished with a heavy sigh. “Stop making me feel greedy.”

“Oh…” Yoochun’s gaze dropped to the clover sitting between his palms. “That’s fine, I guess.” The wind blew softly, sending his long hair in different directions but mostly framing his angular face. Yunho was quiet but his eyes never left that face always filled with a mixture of awe and loneliness. “If we collect a lot, I wonder if good things will happen to us.”

Listening to the younger boy’s idle chatter, Yunho wondered by Yoochun wanted to hang out with him. But come to think of it, he never really found a reason why he was interested in him.

11.

He thought of a Yoochun as an eccentric hipster. Today was no different as he found him sitting on the bench in the quad, looking as desolate as ever.

“Hey, Yoochun!” his call was unheard and he tried again a bit louder, “Yoochun!” still humiliatingly ignored, Yunho ran up to the quiet boy and called once more, “Chunnie!”

Finally, that caught his attention. As if waking-up from a reverie, Yoochun turned and visibly brightened at the sight of him. “Yunho-yah.”

“What were you looking at?” Yunho queried, yet his intentions were derailed when Yoochun smiled that kind of smile that made his eyes turn into a couple of half-moons. Why does he have to be so cute?

Without waiting for an invitation, Yunho sat next to him on the bench, hands deep in the pockets of his pants.

“When you called out to me just now. It made me kind of happy that you called me “Chunnie”.”

And just like that, Yunho realized that although he wasn’t able to find a four-leaf clover yet, doing something as simple as calling him by his nickname will make Yoochun feel better.

As soon as Yunho called him “Chunnie,” he realized some things. He realized that his friendship with him was just a little different.

“Hey,” Yoochun started, “Let’s walk home together. How many clovers will that cost?”

Casually shrugging, Yunho answered, “I don’t mind, so make it zero.”

“Great!”

Whenever Yunho got the chance to see his smiling face, he liked it. He liked it a lot.

What should he do about it? He wasn’t able to think of anything else that might make him feel better.

And so, they just ended up talking to each other more often.

12.

On the fifth day of February, Yoochun he ended up going to the clinic instead of his first period. Yunho found him lying on the clean white-sheets, pasty white and asleep. He was lying there by himself. His breathing was shallow and his face was scrunched up in pain.

“What are you doing?” a weak voice queried a few moments later.

Yunho sat on the chair next to the bed and within his grasp was the boy’s insurance card. He somehow dropped it and luckily enough, their homeroom teacher found it and asked Yunho to give it back to him. He’ll tell him about it later.

“I just came here to watch a sleeping person breathe.” His wry grin wasn’t returned and all he got was a blank stare from the younger boy. He felt guilty all of a sudden. “Sorry I woke you. You lost your insurance card and I have it.”

Yoochun ignored his explanation and asked instead, “What time is it now? Is lunch break over already? Do we still have time?”

Yunho shook his head, “No. It’s not over yet.”

“Then I guess there’s enough time for a confession, yeah?” the sides of his eyes crinkled in amusement and Yunho couldn’t find the words to reply. “It’s weird. We hadn’t talked that much before… but recently, I’ve been taken by you, Yunho-yah.”

Breath hitching and eyes widening deliberately, Yunho kept quiet and listened intently to the next words the weaker boy’s about to profess.

“That’s why I wanted us to talk a little more. So it wouldn’t be too much for you.” Turning to his side in order to face the speechless jock, Yoochun looked coy as he gazed at him through his thick lashes. “I’m in a bit of a fix now… what should I do?”

Although Yunho wasn’t expecting the words that came out of Yoochun’s mouth, he felt a desperate need to say something. But before he could even utter a reply, the clinic nurse shoved the curtain away and yelled at him to go back to class. Apparently, he overstayed and that lunch was already over for the past fifteen minutes.

What was Yoochun trying to tell him? For some reason, a part of him didn’t want to hear it.

13.

Yoochun’s mom was coming by tomorrow. He was scheduled to go to a bigger hospital next week considering that his health wasn’t getting any better.

“You wouldn’t be making a ‘one-leaf’ clover, would you?” Yunho stared at the boy crouched on the ground, fingers digging through the leaves resolutely in measured movements. “Are you nervous? You’re going to the hospital next week, right?”

“Yeah…” Yoochun looked over his shoulder, revealing the one-leaf pinched between his forefinger and thumb. The tiny piece of leaf looked so delicate and weak… just like the person holding it. “It’s a little sudden. But I won’t be coming to school after tomorrow. I’ve already informed all of my friends and our homeroom teacher—” Standing up from his perch, Yoochun dusted off his pants and faced the taller boy with a slight lift of his chin. “I still don’t know what to do for you, Yunho-yah. How should I…” he paused, swallowing thickly, “How should I say goodbye to you?”

A deep pang inside his heart distracted him for a moment and he was utterly surprised when he felt a couple of thin arms wrapping around his torso. Yoochun was hugging him, pressing his face against his neck and murmuring softly. Unable to react swiftly, Yunho stiffly stood there and just cherished the warmth of Yoochun’s embrace.

“Is it all right if I hug you for zero clovers?”

Yunho wanted to remind him that he was already hugging him but instead, he said, “Okay.” His arms wound around the other’s slim waist, pulling him towards him, melding their bodies together.

“I’m happy you noticed me in that rainy day…

I’m happy that you made me a four-leaf clover.

I’m happy that you came up and talked to me.”

How depressing, Yunho silently thought to himself, feeling the tremors of Yoochun’s despondency.

“You’ve given me so many things, but I wasn’t able to give you anything special in return.”

Yunho shook his head, nuzzling the long tufts of hair and inhaling the boy’s natural lemony scent. “You did. Whenever you smiled, it was enough.”

Yoochun laughed, hugging him tighter. “Thank you.” Nothing sounded more sincere than that.

And so, the clovers disappeared. After Yoochun left, things kind of cooled down. Soccer was going so well. That burly idiot Kangin was gone too. He still wouldn’t forgive him for even thinking of harming Yoochun with a ball he had always desired to play with.

Even with that, it was still noticeably lonely.

On that one spring afternoon, Jung Yunho finally found his four-leaf clover. It was just right underneath the sole of his shoe.

14.

“Chunnie~”

His homeroom teacher entered the hospital room with no reservations of whatsoever. The ever boisterous woman sauntered next to her student’s bed, looking particularly excited. “How’re you feeling?”

Answering with the automatic reply ‘I’m fine’, she rolled her eyes and sat on the chair in a huff. Rummaging through her bag pack, the older woman’s face lit up at the sight of her extra special present. “I bought some stuff for you. It’s a little late but… here you go!”

Yoochun blinked and gaped at the elusive four-leaf clover with mild surprise.

Pursing her lips together, the teacher tried to explain with a slight shake of her head, “For some reason, the sender wishes to remain anonymous. I kept asking why but he just won’t budge! That stubborn prick!”

It wasn’t difficult to place the puzzle pieces together and he had an idea who the culprit was. Yoochun clapped a hand over his mouth, but the laughter slipped through his fingers.

end

f: the shoplifter

muwon — Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:46:34 GMT

→ the shoplifter | PG13 | yunho/jaejoong
→ Even if the circumstance was one hell of a pain in the ass, Jaejoong thought that meeting Jung Yunho on that unexpected Tuesday night would’ve been the best cliché to ever happen in his life.
→ prompt from WriteWorld. This was just some random one-shot I wrote after watching an episode of Carrie diaries. Hope you'll like it! (This is unbeta-read as always so forgive me if there are some mistakes here and there. Please point it out on the comments if you spotted some of it. OTL I would also like to apologize for the not so creative title.)

This was meant to be.

Even if the circumstance was one hell of a pain in the ass, Jaejoong thought that meeting Jung Yunho on that unexpected Tuesday night would’ve been the best cliché to ever happen in his life. It began when he was semi-forced to get a birthday present for his sister. She wasn’t one of his favourites but since his dad basically shoved bills on his face and ordered him to get her a CD, Jaejoong reluctantly dragged his sixteen year old self out of bed.

His ominous look threw people off most of the time. Who wouldn’t be? He looked like a stereotypical social recluse with his hair dyed light red and huge eyes rimmed with thick lines of kohl. Anyone could tell his utter dislike of anything colourful as he was donned black from head to toe.

The record store looked like any other store out there except the shopkeeper was a dumb looking teenager. Or at least he thought he was. He was about a couple of feet taller, hair spiked like a hedgehog and a little snaggletooth, but not to a point of unpleasantness. In fact, the boy looked kind of cute, except he looked way too happy. Way too trusting. Someone he would love to take advantage of.

“Welcome!” The guy greeted every customer that came in… not that there were a lot. While he was happily assisting one of the customers, Jaejoong grabbed the latest TOPSTAR CD without thinking. He knew his sister was obsessed with the bunch of pansy looking dudes and any merchandise of them would be an absolute treasure for her.

Once his birthday present was all set, he moved to his kind of music; the punk rock section and began to browse the CD’s. He found a couple to his liking… unfortunately he had no extra cash with him. Looking around, he spotted the gullible storekeeper talking to one of the customers, absolutely oblivious to the sixteen year old troublemaker. Quickly grabbing the CDs, he tucked them into the pocket of his jacket, schooling his features as if nothing suspicious ever happened.

“Hey,”

Snapping his head up, Jaejoong’s eyes bugged when he found the friendly shopkeeper already standing next to him. The last time he checked, he was way across the room. When did he pop out? “Um, here. I’m getting this.” he thrusts the TOPSTAR CD forward and as the guy assessed his purchase, he arched an eyebrow at him. “You like them?” he questioned in disbelief.

“It’s for my sister.” Jaejoong reasoned out, surmising that the smirk on the guy’s face told him that his outfit didn’t match the album he’s about to get.

The guy hummed in patronizing understanding. Jaejoong continued to glare and had eventually noticed the name tag clipped on his shirt. ‘Yunho’. At least now he had a name to the face. He used to just call him Hamtaro.

Yunho eyed the selection of punk rock albums he had been looking through before he turned to face him and smirked. “You know what? I got an awesome selection at the back. Maybe you should check that out.”

Blinking, Jaejoong asked softly, “Really?” Feeling absolutely thrilled at discovering more awesome music, he immediately perked at the idea. “Why do you keep them all back there?”

Shrugging, Yunho led the way, motioning for him to follow him. “Haven’t really gone around stacking them yet. As you can see, we’re quite short with the employees here.” And by that he meant, he was the ONLY employee around.

Nodding in understanding, Jaejoong secretly smiled, looking forward to actually getting to the records first. Yunho looked like they share the same interest music… he was just less of the stereotype and actually looked less vindictive.

“Here you go,” Yunho opened the door and Jaejoong went straight inside.

“Where is it?” All of a sudden, Yunho dug his hand into the pocket of his jacket and retrieved the CDs he stole. “Hey!” Whirling around, Jaejoong found himself locked inside the storage room. “What the fuck? Get me out of here!” he yelled, pounding hard on the door.

“Should’ve kept your hands to yourself, thief.” Yunho’s victorious voice spoke behind the door.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear! I was gonna pay for it.” He was so screwed.

“Say what you wanna say, kid. I’m calling the police on you.”

“What? Are you serious??”

“Yes. That should teach you a lesson.”

He heard faint footsteps fading away and Jaejoong began to panic. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How was he going to explain to his parents this? The thought of going to jail terrified him and yet there was nothing much he could do. Stuck in a locked and dark storage room, Jaejoong could only fret the future.

**

A couple of hours later, Jaejoong heard the knob jostling and after quite some time spending in the dark, he had to squint hard at the light slowly pouring into the room.

“Come on now. I can’t let you stay here till closing time.” Yunho told him, sounding particularly miffed as he opened the door wide and allowed him to go through it.

Looking around anxiously, Jaejoong shivered not just from the cold but also at the prospect of getting jailed anytime soon. “Did—did you call the police?” he was slouching and his arms crossed protectively against his chest. Yep, he was definitely scared.

The young shopkeeper shrugged it off again and it was beginning to irritate him to no end. “Of course not. But I hope you learned your lesson.”

“Y-you lied to me?” Jaejoong spluttered.

“I had to. It scared the shit out of you, didn’t it?”

“You kept me in there for a long time! What do you think?”

Eyes narrowing dangerously at him, Yunho stood on his full height and glared down at him. “You’re not in the position to get angry here, you know? You should thank me I didn’t tell on you. I did you a favour.”

Even though Yunho was right, Jaejoong was too mad to listen to him with full comprehension. “Yeah, favour my ass. I’m getting out of here.” Turning away in haste, he left the shop in blind anger, ignoring the urgent calls behind him.

Apparently, he failed to get his sister’s present, which he actually paid for. Oh, he was so screwed.

**

As expected, his dad yelled at him for not getting his sister a present as what he had instructed. The next day, he found himself trudging reluctantly back to the record store. As expected, he was greeted by a smug looking boy named Yunho.

“Oh, you’re back.” He looked more amused than angry and Jaejoong took that as a good sign. He wouldn’t want to be locked up again in the storage room. It was way too dark and hot in there. For someone who loved loud music and dark clothes, he surely hated being surrounded by absolute darkness. The irony of it made him laugh in his head.

“Where’s the CD I actually paid for? Give it to me.” He demanded.

Yunho scoffed, “I can see you still need to work on that attitude of yours.” He handed over the forgotten CD, which Jaejoong grabbed in a hurry.

Now that the CD was in his grasp, Jaejoong remained standing there, exchanging what seemed to be a mental conversation with the other boy. They were staring at each other for awhile, lost in each other’s thoughts. Jaejoong broke the silence first, asking the inevitable question, “How did you know that I was stealing?”

“You were too obvious.” Yunho commented as if it was the most common thing in the world.

“What? I wasn’t!” Obviously he was, but Jaejoong just couldn’t give the other boy the sense of satisfaction of reading him so well.

Yunho chuckled, shaking his head in utter incredulity at his naivety. “You should’ve seen yourself, looking around like this.” he turned his head everywhere, exaggerating what Jaejoong did and despite of how it was supposed to be insulting, he found himself snickering at how silly Yunho looked.

“Oh yeah? If you know so much stuff, you should teach me how to do it then.”

Not backing up from the challenge, Yunho stood on position and faced a rack full of albums. “Your visible arm should stay here while the other,” he swiped his hand and successfully pocketed CDs inside his pocket without Jaejoong noticing, “swipes the merchandise.”

Jaejoong had to admit, that was pretty cool.

“Apart from that,” Yunho stepped closer, “your eyes gave you away.”

“Huh?” Jaejoong lifted his gaze, looking questioningly at the taller boy. “My eyes?” he couldn’t help but feel flustered at the way Yunho was looking at him. He was all of a sudden standing very close and his gaze was highly fixed on his, causing his cheeks to flush hot.

“They’re an expressive pair.” Taking another step, Yunho managed to close the distance between them and had the shorter boy trapped against the rack of CDs. “Expressive and beautiful.”

Swallowing thickly, Jaejoong tried to process in his head what was going on. Was he flirting? This was actually an act of flirtation, right? Because if it wasn’t, how come he felt hot all of a sudden. It wasn’t everyday a handsome boy complimented him and Yunho was definitely one of those highly exceeding in the looks department.

“T-they are?”

Nodding, the shopkeeper continued, “What’s your name?” the question was asked so endearingly and suave; Jaejoong felt like melting.

“Jaejoong.” He replied softly, so soft that Yunho had to strain to hear it.

“I’m Yunho,” the boy finally introduced himself, “But I guess you already knew that.”

It was funny how for the second time that week, Jaejoong went home without his sister’s present again. He was too giddy to mind his dad’s wrath as he went straight to his room to swoon at the very first boy that made his heart pound like crazy.

**

His visit to the record store for the third time had been exciting. He didn’t forget to get his sister’s gift this time but he ended up staying way too long in the shop, thanks to the overly sociable shopkeeper. They talked so much and it was amazing how the shop’s owner didn’t kick him out for disrupting the business.

Yunho had always been a good worker and one hell of a multi-tasker. Jaejoong enjoyed watching him interact with everyone, which he used to despise a few days ago.

They had a lot of things in common, much to his surprise. He also learnt that Yunho was only a few days younger than him and goes to the same high school as his youngest sister. They live in the same neighbourhood and for some reason, they never really ran into each other. It was as if their meeting at the record store was the last resort for their paths to finally meet.

“You’re graduating soon.” Jaejoong brushed off imaginary lint off of his pants, “Do you have any plans for college?”

Yunho regarded him silently as he conjured an appropriate answer. It was already eight in the evening and the shop was closed off for the day, leaving the two of them alone in the midst of musical insanity and genuine masterpiece. The silence was comforting and the presence of Jaejoong made him feel twice better.

“I think I’m going to take up law, or something. My dad wants me to become a lawyer.” Yunho responded after a few moments.

“But how about you? What do you want?”

Yunho chuckled, “At this point? Nothing. I really don’t want to go to college… but doing so would bring shame to my family.” He expressed with a roll of his eyes, “You know how they can be.”

Jaejoong agreed, “Totally. Did I tell you how my dad basically forced me to get my sister a present? I can only imagine how he’ll be once I graduate.”

Both of them laughed at their shared woes in life, coming into an obvious mutual understanding. The laughter ended followed by a heavy duty silence in which both just stood there and just stared at each other. They do that a lot with no apparent reason, sometimes they just fell into the act unconsciously.

To Jaejoong, Yunho looked cute and having a smaller face definitely attributed to it. He also liked the mole above his lip and the tear-drop shaped eyes that disappeared into thin lines whenever he smiled. Heck, he even thought the snaggletooth was adorable.

To Yunho, Jaejoong looked like a gorgeous recluse kid who had a sharp tongue and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

“W-what?”

It seemed like he spoke the latter out loud and there was no getting out of it. Yunho smiled and sauntered forward, invading Jaejoong’s personal space once again. “I really like your eyes. You look cold on the outside but your eyes are like windows to your actual thoughts and feelings. I can see you through them.”

Jaejoong was silent but he didn’t look any less affected by the rush of beautiful words coming out of Yunho’s mouth.

“Jae, have you ever been kissed?” Yunho was standing way too close that Jaejoong could almost feel his breath fanning lightly against his cheek.

“No…” Yes, at the age of seventeen, his lips were still pretty much a virgin, just like the rest of his body.

“Can I be your first?”

A smile crept slowly upon Jaejoong’s pouty lips as he moved his head up and down, “Yes.” That was all the permission Yunho ever needed.

Jaejoong always thought that the kissing scenes he saw on TV and movies were way too exaggerated with the way they close their eyes as if they were relishing every moment of it. It didn’t occur to him that he would be doing the same thing.

As he felt those pair of lips he had always admired brush against his, Jaejoong sighed and unthinkingly shut his eyes in anticipation. It was chaste and sweet, evoking so much new emotions Jaejoong had never experienced in his seventeen years of life.

Yunho grinned against his lips once he caught the small whimper Jaejoong gave upon the separation of their lips. The taller man dove in again and kissed him with so much vigour this time, guiding both of his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him closer. If this was how it felt like to be kissed by the other boy, then he was definitely missing a lot.

This was meant to be and Jaejoong wouldn’t have it any other way.

end

f: you only live once

muwon — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 14:48:02 GMT

→ YOLO | NC17 | yunho/jaejoong
→ Jaejoong wants to lose his virginity due to peer pressure and he seeks out the biggest playboy in town, Jung Yunho to do the deed.
→ plot adopted from mysekushiboo :3

He meant to get some homework done today. Instead, he was at some unknown bar, drinking a glass of something tastefully illegal. Kim Jaejoong was no problem child neither was he a hard-working student; he went to school because he had to. He did his homework because his teachers ordered him to do it. He participated in extra-curricular activities because his parents wanted more credits to be added in his future resume. It was insane to live up to a life somebody else honed for him and as he was approaching the next few weeks till his high school graduation, the doe-eyed boy wanted control over his life, even just once.

Growing up in an all-boy’s school could be both gratifying and insanely annoying. Most of them are eighty percent horny most of the time and lunch breaks are mostly filled with sharing porn magazines and illicit personal stories. Virginity had always been an issue and something people of his age usually used as a form of insult. Apparently, sex has become a form of status and being a virgin at the age of eighteen can be so demeaning. He had to do something about it. You only live once, right?

Park Yoochun, his best friend, the school’s heartthrob-slash-slut and the very reason why he sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night just to go drinking in a club, was sitting next to him, flirting with some girl with a pair of abnormally humungous rack. How Yoochun found the ridiculously fake pair attractive was beyond him and he wouldn’t even bother to analyze the guy’s personal preference when he himself was on the hunt for his own.

Unlike his greasy partner in crime, Jaejoong preferred someone who could control him in more ways than one. Girls were cute but they were too soft and way too giggly, it was beyond irritable sometimes. Looking around, Jaejoong swept his eyes all over the dance floor, trying to find the person who caught his attention not too long ago.

In the middle of the dance floor stood his target, looking luscious in his form fitting dark top and straight fit jeans. He had a studded denim vest awhile ago but I guess that was the piece of clothing one of the girls was sniffing against her face. With the music popping into a new strange mix of electro and techno music with a mix of dubstep, the guy flows into the crowd like he had always belonged there. His body was like magic; popping and waving so fluidly making the dance itself look easy when it’s actually a death wish in real life. Jaejoong couldn’t dance to save his life and he was in awe at the way this man basically owned the dance floor.

“That’s Yunho,” Yoochun suddenly appeared beside him, downing the last gulp of beer in the bottle. “He’s known as the resident playboy, Joongie.”

“Good to know.” Jaejoong replied without his eyes off the living and breathing dance machine. The music changed into another mix and soon, the guy or rather, Yunho began doing something amazing with his feet. Apart from the immense techniques and skills, he surely looked flexible.

“That was a warning.” Yoochun told him with a bit of a stink eye. “I heard he’s pretty much experienced and way out of your league.”

Way out of my virgin league you mean. Rolling his eyes, Jaejoong finally tore his gaze away from the dance floor and pointedly glare at his friend. “You’re not exactly dissuading me, just so you know. And besides…” he spun and smirked at his target, “If I want someone to take my virginity, it’d better be a guy as experienced as him.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Jaejoong considered that as Yoochun’s strange way of giving his approval and went on his merry way to seduce the infamous playboy. Despite of his virginity intact, he went through a couple of relationships before and seduction was something he wasn’t lacking. He was quite aware of his unique looks and by that he meant his huge, pretty doe-eyes and luscious lips.

Checking his clothes one more time, Jaejoong felt confident enough to strut down towards the now panting gorgeous man, hoping his jeans were tight enough to show his not too gifted lump of ass. At least his top was sheer enough to show a bit of his milky-white skin.

Dancing wasn’t his forte either but a slight sway of his hips and a show of smothering pair of eyes had Yunho entrapped in a form of trance. Confident that Yunho was on his way towards him, Jaejoong closed his eyes and danced to the music until he felt a pair of hands squeezing his hips. With a soft gasp, he smothered a triumphant smile as he turned his head and found Yunho’s face a few inches away from his.

They danced or rather, grinded against each other for quite some time as the beat of the music matched their movements. He could feel the ghost of a smile near his neck as Yunho breathed in his scent without actually kissing the delectable patch of skin. Jaejoong just loved the feel of the man’s strong build against his back, pressing further into the warmth he suddenly craved.

Yunho turned him around and soon they were facing each other. As the taller man held him around the waist, Jaejoong slid his arms and wrapped them around Yunho’s neck, smiling as he finally got a closer look of the handsome face he admired from afar. Yunho looked pleased himself as he appraised the shorter male from head to toe.

“I haven’t seen you around here before. What’s your name?”

God, even his voice sounded delicious, dripping with unadulterated sex appeal. Jaejoong bit his lip to suppress a moan as he felt Yunho’s lips mouth his jaw line. He almost forgot to answer until the older man pulled back and looked at him with a mix of amusement and desire. With his dark hair plastered against his sweaty skin, eyes hooded and lips reddened in repetitive biting, Jaejoong would acquire any hot-blooded man’s attention without even trying.

“What’s your name?” Yunho repeated patiently, grinning at the dazed look on the beautiful boy’s face.

“Ja—” Remembering the fake ID he flashed awhile ago to get in, Jaejoong mentally composed himself and tried again, “Youngwoong.”

“Jayoungwon?”

“Youngwoong.”

“Ah.” Yunho tugged the man closer as if that was possible, melding their burning pair of bodies together, heightening the frustration emanating from the younger man. “I’m Yunho.”

“I know.” He couldn’t take his eyes off the mole above those sinful looking lips. Jaejoong just wanted to kiss him. He wanted to be ravished and with Yunho keeping him from a distance made it quite difficult to restrain the inevitable pull of their lips.

“My reputation precedes me.”

Jaejoong dropped his eyes. “Are you going to live up to it?”

“You know,” Yunho intoned hoarsely as he leaned forward and nipped the skin underneath his chin, sucking on the patch lightly. “There’s no need to ask.” Unable to resist any longer, he pulled him into a kiss, tasting the sweet mouth and getting lost in the process.

A sigh escaped Jaejoong but before completely losing himself to the kiss, he kept himself from melting into his desire and turned away from the older man’s lips. “D-do you want to get out of here?” he asked, going absolutely crazy at the taste, sight, sound and touch of Yunho.

Unrelenting, Yunho nudged a delicate chin and turned the raven head straight. Kissing Jaejoong again, harder this time, Yunho slowly grinded against him, satisfying his craving and inwardly telling himself that he’ll make passionate love with this beautiful person all night long. It wasn’t everyday he met handsome men in the bar; so handsome that it was easy for him to throw repercussions in the air.

Shame washed over Jaejoong, but only for a second as he felt the suggesting squeeze on his ass and the apparent rub against his thigh. Looking above the second floor, he could see Yoochun shaking his head at him but giving him a thumbs-up anyway. The guy left him with the huge rack girl, looking forward to the night ahead as well.

“Let’s go.”

The trip outside the club proved to be difficult especially when most of the patrons were either drunk or high. People grinded to whomever they made contact with and it made Jaejoong extremely unnerved. Sensing this, Yunho pulled him closer against his side as he led him outside the suffocating room.

“Your place or mine?” clearly, Yunho was still sober since he’s just about to take them somewhere with his sweet looking motorbike. “I only live a few blocks away.”

Wearing the extra helmet and straddling the seat behind Yunho, Jaejoong answered, “Yours. I live in the suburbs.”

“Alright.” He noticed the way Jaejoong shuddered against him as he wrapped his arms securely around his middle. It was probably the nip of cold crisp air or just the jitters of sleeping with some random guy he met at the bar. Either way, Yunho was looking forward to having the man moan his name soon. With a hard kick, the engine rumbled to life and he drove down the familiar path heading home.

**

Whatever feelings of uncertainty left his muddled brain as soon as Yunho pressed his naked body against the mattress with such ferocity. Those pair of almond-shaped eyes will forever haunt his dreams as they drank the visage of his bare, flushed skin down to the tips of his toes. He wasn’t even that drunk and yet he felt like his head was swimming, especially when Yunho hovered above him and his equally naked skin touched his. His mouth tasted like bitter with alcohol and spicy with the touch of nicotine.

“Youngwoong,” Yunho revered as he worshiped the pliant body with his hand and lips.

“Oh god, Yunho!” Burying his fingers in dark brown hair, Jaejoong held Yunho’s head in place. “More. Please.” He moaned, not exactly expecting how the feeling of naked skin on skin would feel so incredible. Succumbing to the more experienced man’s touch, he spread his legs and hissed once his cock brushed against Yunho’s, creating a toe-curling sensation. Breaking away from the kiss, he reached between their slick abdomen and touched the arousal that was about get inside of him.

Yunho would’ve chuckled at Jaejoong’s face if only he wasn’t too busy rubbing himself against the warm hand palming his cock.

Jaejoong watched enough porn to know that the sizes for each man vary and after watching numerous kinds of videos, he had this stereotypical thought that Asian men were not supposed to be that big. Apparently, Yunho was an exception.

“Do you still want to—”

He wasn’t sure if he was ready for his first cock to be this huge yet he was more than determined to keep things going. Without answering Yunho’s cut-off question, Jaejoong whispered, “Condom and lube?” he couldn’t help but watch in glee as the handsome man’s eyes turned darker upon mentioning the essentials.

Inevitably, he had them all in his bedside drawer. Soon, he was fumbling on putting the condom while Yunho’s lube-slicked fingers probed his entrance in one swift push. All Jaejoong did was moan and squeeze Yunho’s cock harder, giving it a firm stroke that sent electric jolts of pleasure through the taller man’s body.

“So sexy,” Yunho’s gaze travelled down the flushed torso and onto the two fingers pushing in and out, wrapped tightly around wrinkly skin. He had no idea how young Jaejoong was but with the way he was gyrating his hips up and down his fingers, he could tell he was a sexual creature. Somehow, deep inside, he was hoping this wouldn’t be just a one night stand. He wanted to know more of Jaejoong’s kinks, skills and flexibility.

Contrast to Yunho’s thoughts, Jaejoong was absorbed at the idea of finally having sex. He heard about it countless of times, read it in a forbidden book at the library, heck even watched some videos online, but none of them could exactly describe the absolute thrill of mounting orgasm. His body was on fire and there was something in the pit of his belly ready to come out and explode. He knew what orgasm felt like but a self-induced orgasm was nothing compared to an orgasm done by a lover. Looking up, Jaejoong admired the tan and gorgeous form of Jung Yunho, feeling absolutely lucky to have found him.

Yunho growled as he focused on the blood-red lips, wet and swollen from kissing. Those dark eyes were becoming heady with arousal, hooded by his long, curled lashes. His eyes swept down to his smooth neck, which he peppered with dark red to purplish bite marks, looking too visible against his pale complexion. A rush of possessiveness awash him, making his fingers moves faster within the dark-haired beauty. The look on Jaejoong’s face when he finally hit his prostrate was something Yunho wouldn’t be able to forget for a long time. Too greedy for the same reaction, Yunho did his best to repeatedly brush the same spot as much as possible, causing Jaejoong to simply buck wildly against his hand.

“Yunho-ah, please.” Jaejoong whimpered, his eyes falling shut as he panted heavily. He was red all over and his nipples were hard like small pair of pebbles.

Unable to resist, he bent over and licked, kissed and nipped the tempting nubs, rolling each with his tongue. It appeared he just discovered an erogenous zone judging by the loud wails bouncing against the walls of his bedroom.

Jaejoong whined when the fingers were pulled out and left him empty and wanting. The pressure between his legs was too hard to ignore. “Turn around.” Yunho ordered, his voice coming out rough and deep.

Jaejoong did as he was told and went on his knees while his arms were braced against the mattress.

Seeing him prostrated before him, Yunho positioned himself against the loosened hole and entered the other in one swift thrust. Jaejoong cried out from the sensation of being filled, trying his best to ignore the immense pain that clouded his senses. His erection slowly become flaccid as Yunho buried himself up to the hilt. Tears were pooling in his eyes but he kept them away from Yunho’s view. He didn’t want to turn Yunho off and he was afraid that he found out he was in so much pain, he would pull out and leave him… even though a part of him wanted just that.

He knew the first time was always painful. He didn’t know it was going to be this much.

“Are you alright?” He heard Yunho ask behind him, sounding incredibly concerned despite of the fact that he was trying his best not to move within the clamping tightness of his head.

No. You’re killing me.Swallowing deeply, Jaejoong nodded against the pillow, replying a muffled, “Yeah.” Oh my god, take it out!. “Just give me a minute.”

“Okay. J-just relax, babe. You’re too tight.”

That’s because I’m a virgin!, Jaejoong wanted to scream but instead, he settled with groaning in pain.

He was absolutely grateful when Yunho complied and patiently waited for him to adjust. With another muffled sentence, Jaejoong urged the other to start moving. Breathing in and out to relax.

With a fluid movement like how he was dancing at the club, Yunho hissed and began thrusting. Oddly enough, Jaejoong wasn’t so much pain as he was before. A few more rocking movements, loosening him further, Jaejoong soon found himself moving his hips down to meet Yunho’s thrusts. Using his elbows as leverage, he rocked against him, seeking completion.

Yunho looked down where their bodies were connected. There was a faint trace of blood but nothing to terrifying for him to pull out and stop. It happened before, especially with a guy like him. Listening to the sounds Jaejoong was making, he was quite sure he wasn’t in so much pain anymore and began thrusting harder. Moving inside of him became easy and the once slow pace turned faster and harder.

“Nnn! Yes, Yunho, oh—ahhn” Jaejoong tossed his head back, moaning louder when he felt Yunho bite the skin of his neck and suck on the patch of skin, creating yet another mark. “Fuck, faster! Yes, oh, harder, please!” he sounded like those tacky characters in a porn movie but he didn’t give a shit. He was immensely enjoying it and there’s no more denying he was a screamer.

Yunho loved it when his partners were loud. Each scream of his name stroked his ego and somehow, hearing Jaejoong scream his name on the top of his lungs was his favourite so far.

“Anything for you, baby.” Yunho groaned and began a series of hard and fast thrusts, angling his hips so he could nail his prostrate better. Pleasure washed through him as the pace increased. The tight, warm walls of Jaejoong’ ass clenched around him, pulling him deeper as if trying to milk him out.

Hair plastered all over his face, Jaejoong’s eyes were shut tightly, mouth dropped open in loud, arousing moans. His body went taught, arching against Yunho like a tight bow, cock twitching as pre-cum dripped down abundantly

Yunho hauled with his strong arms and had the beautiful man sitting on his lap. Situated well enough, gravity allowed him to take the shuddering man deeper.

“You are fucking amazing,” Yunho gripped his knees hard and pushed himself inside him, deeper and deeper.

Jaejoong just rejoiced at the fact that Yunho was a dancer because there’s no way a guy with two left feet could fuck him like this. Turning his head, their lips crushed together, tongues colliding in a wet, hot dance.

They had to part away when their lungs burned and demanded the need for air. Jaejoong threw his head back again, moaning incoherently as Yunho rammed into him in hard successions. So close.

Looking like Jaejoong was about to pass out from the straining position, Yunho pulled out briefly and easily manoeuvred him back to bed on his back. Thrusting back inside the wet, tight heat, Yunho continued thrusting with the same intensity, faltering a little in blind need. With his hand wrapping around Jaejoong’s cock, he stroked and stroked, bringing them closer to completion.

Nails dug into Yunho’s skin as Jaejoong came, trembling in pleasure. Ribbons of cum splattered all over their bellies and onto the smaller man’s heaving chest.

“Yo-oungwoong! God, so close—” Yunho continued to thrust into him, and at each pulsing and clenching around his cock, he was sent in a new height of ecstasy. Emptying himself into the annoying rubber, he was finally spent and collapsed on top the equally exhausted Jaejoong.

With their breathing finally evening out, Yunho pulled out and tossed the rubber in the bin. With that taken care of, he lay on his back and relaxed.

“That was so good.” Jaejoong had this dazed look in his eyes as he murmured the words as if in awe.

Yunho nodded in agreement, still out of breath. “You’re amazing.” He nuzzled the tufts of sweaty dark hair with the tip of his nose before pressing a kiss on Jaejoong’s temple.

“I didn’t know it was gonna be that good.” Giggling, Jaejoong was still in post-coital high when he turned and stared straight into his eyes. “Sex is awesome.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Yunho was highly amused and yet he felt quite strange at the same time. “You sound like it’s your first time.”

Awkward silence filled the room until Jaejoong bursts out laughing again, “It is my first time!”

Yunho frowned at that. “Wait, what?”

Jaejoong whispered conspiringly as if he was sharing an old age secret, “I was a virgin.” The word left an imprint inside Yunho’s head and while he stared agape at the other man… or boy?; Jaejoong yawned and somehow drifted off to sleep.

“Virgin.” Yunho muttered to himself in utter disbelief as he glowered at the sleeping, oblivious teen.

He fucked a virgin.

**

Jogging usually calmed him although three hours of running around town was a bit of an exaggeration. If this was a usual one-night stand situation, he would’ve been still in bed, having a morning quickie before heading to take a shower while the chosen partner of the night would gather their clothes and leave without strings attached. That’s how it usually worked and it threw him out of the loop upon hearing the boy’s confession.

He was unable to sleep a wink that night. Not after Youngwoong’s unexpected revelation. With the way he responded to his touches and kisses would’ve fooled anyone. Yet still doesn’t change the fact that he was the one who defiled the younger male.

How old was he again? Why didn’t he ask him first? Oh yeah, the alcohol, the smouldering eyes and slicked red lips. Anything else was irrelevant at that time, much to his annoyance.

As the sun finally rose on the east, Yunho decided to face his incredibly gorgeous problem back at home. “You can be so stupid sometimes.” He told himself as he walked his way back to his apartment building. His hair was sticking in all sorts of direction and his eyes were basically lacklustre from the lack of sleep. Most of the kids on their way to school steered away from him, avoiding his darkening aura.

“He must be hungry.” He wasn’t usually generous with the people he slept with but Youngwoong was a different case. No matter where he looked at it, Yunho took away his innocence and he figured a breakfast set from the convenient store downstairs would suffice enough to make-up for it.

When he got back to his apartment however, he saw neither the young teen nor his clothes. No traces were left except the crumpled sheets and the subtle scent of his lemon bar soap lingering in the air.

**

Every muscle and joint ached, every breath was a struggle.

Jaejoong fiercely hated PE class and he cursed it to the depths of hell today after limping his way out of the soccer field. Note to self; never have sex on a Sunday when you have to do extreme sports (not really, all he did was to run around the field) the very next day.

It was embarrassing how Yoochun basically announced during lunch time that he just got laid. His limp wouldn’t escape a very experienced man’s critical eye so it seemed.

“Man, you really gave it to Yunho?” Yoochun pressed himself on his side during Chemistry class, ignoring the baleful look of the teacher directed towards their direction. “How was he? Is it true he can—”

“Shut up, Park. I’m not going to discuss this with you.” Jaejoong bit his lip and kept his eyes focused in front.

Eventually, Yoochun had to drop it once they were told to examine frog innards. Yuck.

At the end of the day, he got through all the classes in one piece. Yoochun had other things to do, keeping him from interrogating him further. Suddenly, he was thankful that his best friend had extracurricular activities to do, giving him an excuse to go home by himself.

Asides from the lingering ache on his lower back, Jaejoong seemed perfectly normal. Despite of all the humiliation, embarrassment and limping; Jaejoong regretted nothing. Yunho was perfect. After hearing tons of horrific first time stories, his was definitely far from a nightmare. But a one-night stand remains a one-night stand. Now that he finally got it out of his system, it was time to move on. He must erase the deep brown eyes and that sexy mole off his memory because seriously, it had been plaguing him all day and it wasn’t amusing anymore.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t expecting to relieve them so soon. There, by the school’s gate stood his no-strings-attached guy. Jung Yunho was looking suave with a bouquet of red roses in his hand and a box of chocolates on the other. Wait, what?

“Good! I thought I missed you.”

Jaejoong was staring, wide-eyed, mouth agape. What was he doing here?

“You left your school ID back at my place. I don’t even know how you got in here without it.” Yunho casually informed him as if he could read his thoughts. Could he?

The younger one frowned at that. His ID wasn't missing and it was tucked safely inside the pocket of his bag. And then he realized that the ID Yunho was talking about was the one Yoochun faked in order for him to go through the club.

“What are you doing here?” Jaejoong blurted out, unsure what to do and ended up grabbing the fake ID in haste.

“W-well,” Yunho cleared his throat, taking a step forward, “I… here!”

Jaejoong could tell that they were gathering unwanted attention. It wasn’t everyday that Kim Jaejoong receives chocolates and flowers from a College guy with no name.

Face flushing furiously, Jaejoong grabbed the unsuspecting man’s arm and dragged him away. They managed to find an empty alleyway a distance away from the school and from his schoolmate’s prying eyes.

“What-the-fuck-are-you-doing?” This time, the words were deliberately gritted out as he glared at the taller man.

Yunho looked nervous, shifting from one leg to another and if only his hands were free, he would’ve scratched the back of his head already. This wasn’t the same, sexy dance-machine he met at the bar last night. Jung Yunho was the epitome of confidence. He had this air of poise around him, where has it gone to?

“I… I wanted to make it up to you.” Yunho hoped that would explain everything but apparently not. Jaejoong stood there looking quite confused. Suddenly, the younger man took the bouquet and read the card.

‘Sorry for taking your V.’

“What?” Jaejoong was baffled as he read the words again over and over in his head, “Is that what this is all about?” he sent the flowers and chocolates a look of distaste. “Then what’s up with the flowers and chocolates? Dude, you had sex with a guy, not some romantic chick.”

“I know that!” Yunho returned with a look of exasperation, “It’s just… I don’t know what to get you, Youngwoong and I’m trying okay? I don’t—” he noticed the sudden quirk of Jaejoong’s pouty lips, bringing him to a state of curiosity. “What’s so funny?”

Shaking his head, Jaejoong sighed and answered. “That’s not even my name.” he almost forgot the fake name he used in order to get into the club.

A look of shock and disbelief painted Yunho’s small face as yet another confession slowly sank in. “Fuck, I even shouted the wrong name.” it was hard not to remember how ‘Youngwoong’ bounced against the four walls of his apartment. Heck, his neighbours probably even heard it.

“Look, I appreciate the concern and all but I don’t need your apology or your gifts.” Jaejoong gave Yunho back the flowers and stepped aside, “I lost my virginity to you and I don’t give a shit about it… and you shouldn’t too.” With that said, he left the baffled older student behind without giving into the temptation of looking back. It was probably the one of the weirdest conversation he had ever had and yet he couldn’t convince himself to believe that he wasn’t feeling even an ounce of flattery at the stunt the man pulled through for him.

**

The very next day, Yunho was there again and this time, he had no gifts in his arms. Instead, he brought his motorcycle. The damn thing that makes him look twice as sexy and so damn fine.

“Let’s go.” He was grinning, showing those pearly-whites off like a commercial model. “Hop in and be careful.”

Jaejoong glared at the helmet offered to him as if it was offensive then back to the confusing man with the nicest pair of brown eyes. “Why should I?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Yunho answered in a casual tone, “I’m taking you somewhere special.”

“My parents told me to never trust a stranger.”

“Am I? I remember clearly thrusting into your ass—“

“Stop it!” Jaejoong admonished, pouting and blushing all at the same time. Too cute, Yunho thought. “That was totally uncalled for.”

“Come on.” Yunho urged, “We’re starting to garner quite a crowd here.” Indeed. Jaejoong swiftly looked around and found a lot of students watching them aptly, some even whispering and laughing, much to his dismay. One of them was Park Yoochun and his best friend was looking at them with a certain twinkle in his eyes. That bastard knew way too much even with him keeping his silence.

“Fine. But promise me you’ll leave me alone after this.” The high school student donned the helmet and hopped on, feeling a rush of nostalgia as he recalled that night when he first straddled the seat of this beautiful piece of machine.

Yunho kicked and brought his baby roaring in a matter of a few moments.

“Yunho?” Jaejoong called again when he got no response.

“What’s your real name?” Yunho asked as he stared at him over his shoulder, “It’s a bit unfair that you know mine while I am still stuck referring to you as Youngwoong.”

He knew he shouldn’t even be socializing with this guy and yet he couldn’t stop himself from answering with pure honesty, “Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.” He was so screwed. This turn out of events will definitely bite him on the ass if he kept it going.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jaejoong.” Smirking, Yunho grabbed both of his arms and made them wrap around his waist. Flustered, Jaejoong stiffly held onto Yunho’s warm body as they started speeding off of the school grounds.

Even though he hated to admit it, there was nothing more exhilarating than the feel of the wind slapping against his cheeks. He wanted a motorcycle of his own but he knew his parents wouldn’t let him. Being with Yunho gave certain perks and asides from the gratifying sex; a motorcycle ride with him came next.

They stopped at a local mall, much to Jaejoong’s surprise. He was kind of expecting (hoping) that he would be taken back to Yunho’s apartment, maybe have his way with him for the second time or something. But instead, he was taken to a theatre house.

“So,”

“Hm?”

“Let’s go on a date?”

“What?”

Yunho grabbed his hand and led him inside the theatre after showing the tickets he apparently bought earlier. They sat next to each other, just about ready to watch a movie and yet Jaejoong was still as confused as he was before.

“Why are you doing this?” Jaejoong hated how the man didn’t even spare him a glance and stared resolutely on the screen.

“I want to get to know you. Is that too much to ask?”

“… do you do this to all of your one-night stands?”

“No.”

“Then why—”

“I didn’t like the fact that you just gave away your… virginity like that.”

“What? You’re still holding yourself responsible for that? It’s fine, okay? It means nothing.”

Finally, the man tore his eyes away from the screen and faced the flustered high school student. Fixing him with a cold stare, Yunho replied in a tone that left no room for arguments. “It was your first time. It should matter.” He didn’t want to see someone like Jaejoong to be like the person that he was. Although it was his choice to accept the playboy image; this wouldn’t have happened if he placed a little bit of value upon himself. But he didn’t and he didn’t want Jaejoong to turn to someone like him.

If there was one thing Jaejoong hated the most, it was being told what to do. It was clear as the daylight that the older man wanted to date him not because he was interested or attracted to say the least, but because he was feeling guilty. Distasteful. Being there with only the armrest separating them, Jaejoong suddenly felt cornered, if not harassed for some reason.

He began to stand up to leave the theatre. He could hear Yunho shouting his name behind him followed by his distinctive heavy footsteps. Cursing the fact that Yunho had longer limbs than him, Jaejoong didn’t put up a fight when a hand grabbed his arm and turned him around abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Yunho questioned with a small frown.

“Let me go.”

“Jaejoong—”

“Stop it!” Jaejoong finally snapped, “Stop calling my name!”

Yunho looked displeased with the way his lips twisted to a curve of a frown and his eyes narrowing deliberately in annoyance. “Now, look here,”

“It was just one night. One night of sex and we’re not supposed to see each other again.” Jaejoong wasn’t sure if he was truly upset with only this reason or if there was even more an underlying reason, but at that moment, it felt good to release all the thoughts plaguing his head for the past couple of days. “You can’t just barge into my life and tell me what I should value or not! I don’t want to date you and you can’t force me just because you’re guilty of something you’ve never taken advantage of.” Fuck, he shouldn’t have blurted the V-word that night. It would’ve saved both of them the trouble.

“You don’t understand.” Yunho shook his head, “Your first time is supposed to be with someone you love. It’s supposed to be special.” He didn’t know it would be this difficult to prove his point. “It’s not something you’d be cool with or not. It’s about you.”

“Virginity is something you get out of the way so you can start having fun.” Jaejoong argued back.

“I still think it would’ve best if you have not been there at the club looking like a—”

“Looking like a what?” The dark-haired boy questioned with a challenging tone. “A slut?”

Yunho was getting angry and it was evident with the way he was breathing heavily through his nose. “No. But you didn’t look like an innocent little virgin either.”

“How dare you, you hypocrite!” Jaejoong lashed out, retracting his arm out of the other’s tight grip with great difficulty. “Stop sounding like a saint, Jung, when you probably slept with half of the population of this town.”

“Is that what you really think of me?”

There was a look of hurt and disappointment on Yunho’s face, which Jaejoong tried his best to ignore. Biting his lower lip out of annoyance, he looked away and refused to say anything. Apparently, that worsened the situation and it highly offended the older male. Not that he had anything to feel offended about since he spoke only facts. But why does his chest suddenly felt heavy?

Without a word, Yunho scoffed and stalked out of the building with his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket. Jaejoong hated how he still looked cool and dignified whilst being depressed.

It only dawned on him that he didn’t have a ride home. He usually go straight home after school so there was really no need for him to bring his bus card or an extra stash of money for transportation. Realizing that he would rather eat his pride than to walk his way home, Jaejoong mentally kicked himself first before he turned around and ran after the stubborn college student.

“Wait!”

He stopped quickly when Yunho paused to cast an irritated glance at him. “I… I can’t go home.”

Yunho rolled his eyes as he hopped onto his bike. Jaejoong thought he was going to leave him for real until he saw the extra helmet flying his way. He clumsily caught it between his hands, almost dropping it.

“Thank you,” Jaejoong said reverently although he knew Yunho was too mad to acknowledge it as anything but earnest. He straddled the seat behind him and this time, he didn’t dare to wrap his arms around the taller man. Instead, he grabbed the back of his denim jacket and gripped tightly.

The tense silence between them stretched until they reached the street heading to Jaejoong’s home. “Which one?” Yunho finally spoke, not sounding as enthused as he was before.

“A couple more blocks.” He told him softly, eager to end this day. He had no idea if he will be able to see Yunho again someday but with the way the man was behaving, he figured this would be the last time.

They finally reached his apartment building. Jaejoong doesn’t look up as he got off and handed the helmet over to the owner. “Thanks again, for the ride.” He quickly turned on his heel so he could avoid any further confrontations with the other man.

Yunho didn’t even look at him. He knew because he couldn’t keep himself from looking away and sent the man a quick glance. With his back turned, he heard the motorcycle roar to life, signalling Yunho’s departure.

Jaejoong hoped that would be the last of his attempt at making it up to him. He wasn’t so sure how he’ll react the next time Yunho decides to romanticize him. After all, it wasn’t that difficult to fall for someone like him.

**

Yunho reclined lazily against the park bench where Jaejoong usually passed by on his way home. He sat with his leather jacket zipped up, the cool air rustling his hair lightly and it only added flair to his cool-guy countenance.

“Hey,” Jaejoong greeted, walking slowly towards the other man.

“Hey, Jaejoong.” Yunho returned, smirking at the cautiousness the raven-head was showing.

“You’re going to keep this up, aren’t you?” Jaejoong asked with a sigh, and yet he didn’t sound too disappointed or angry.

“Of course.” Yunho admitted with an impish grin as he stood up, sauntering the last few steps between them. “Not when I think I’m beginning to enjoy stalking you.”

Blinking slowly, Jaejoong titled his head to the side, looking akin to a curious cat. “Should I be worried?”

With a laconic shrug of his shoulders, Yunho replied smoothly, “I guess so. You have the resident playboy following you around. Imagine half of the population of this town whining in envy.” Jaejoong caught on to his sarcasm and he was quite miffed with the way his words were thrown back at him.

“Why?” Jaejoong asked, “And for the last time, give me a straight answer. Why do you care so much?”

Yunho’s mind scrambled for an appropriate answer. Luckily, he was feeling quite honest today. “I lost my virginity to the girl I thought I loved.” He chuckled lightly, eyes focusing faraway as the memories rushed and flooded him once again. “It was… not the best… but it was magical.” His bright eyes focused on Jaejoong’s, staring at him with unfaltering resolution. “It’s lame, I know. But I think it’s awesome to be able to experience that kind of feeling. And I feel like I robbed you off of that.”

Jaejoong gulped, suddenly feeling less confident now that he remembered the reason behind everything. “I did it because of peer pressure.”

Yunho gave a small nod, “I kind of figured that already.”

“B-but it was great! I mean—” Jaejoong felt his face was on fire and it didn’t help the fact that Yunho was regarding him with a look of amusement on his face. He looked like he wanted to laugh but he chose not to in order not to offend him. “You-you were there… I, well, I enjoyed it. A lot. So, no regrets. At all. Even if I wasn’t in love with you.” He wished the ground could swallow him whole because apparently, he just managed to embarrass himself thoroughly.

“Wasn’t?” the college student pointed out.

“You know what I mean!” Jaejoong exclaimed. “I swear to god, I’ll hit you if you try to imply anything.”

“I’m not. It was just a question.” Yunho was still amused and he was milking Jaejoong’s embarrassment for all its worth.

Jaejoong gave a momentary frown, staring towards the older male in a contemplating manner. “So… what happened to her? The girl you loved?” although the thought of Yunho involved with anyone didn’t sit too well with him, he was still curious as to what happened to that special person he couldn’t seem to forget.

“We broke-up. That was way back in high school, you know? And I told you, I thought I was in love with her… but I guess I wasn’t.”

“You guess?” Jaejoong prompted.

“Babe, you are way too slow if you haven’t caught what I’m trying to say here.”

Jaejoong grit his teeth. “Don’t call me that.”

Yunho chuckled lightly as he stepped closer, finally invading Jaejoong’s personal space. The younger man didn’t mind the close proximity as he just stood there and allowed Yunho’s hand to touch and caress the side of his face. There were no words exchanged as Yunho leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was almost riveting to feel his lips once more against his and Jaejoong found himself slowly melting, his defences crumbling as his arms reached out to steady himself, wrapping them around the taller man’s neck.

The kiss was short but sweet and if that wasn’t one hell of a clue of what Yunho wanted, Jaejoong would give him the privilege to kick him in the ass.

When they broke apart, Yunho gave a small smile as he revealed something Jaejoong would’ve never expected. “I want you to know that I do not sleep around.”

“As if.” Jaejoong shot back, “Everybody at the club knows you and your reputation.”

Yunho shook his head and stated in a whisper. “Rumour mill. Asides from the two people I dated, I guess you’re the only exception.”

Jaejoong’s eyes widened in shock. “Seriously?” He was quite aware that they were still pressed against each other and in a public place no less. Honestly, he didn’t even give a damn at the people staring at them because; holy shit, he was Jung Yunho’s first one-night stand. “Th-then why did you—with me?” goodness, he couldn’t even string words into proper sentences!

Shaking his head, Yunho explained. “People around here see me flirting around and they automatically assume I sleep with all of them. I should really do something about that.” Lips curling into a sleazy smile, he added, “And you looked so amazing that night, Jae. It would be impossible to resist you.”

Brows furrowed, Jaejoong questioned again, “Then why come to the club?”

“Because I love dancing? And hanging out with people? Is that really too hard to believe?”

It was unexpected when Jaejoong suddenly barked with laughter. Yunho grumbled at his reaction as he pinched both of his cheeks and demanded for the boy to stop laughing like a hyena. Instead of stopping, Jaejoong leaned back and gave off an even richer laughter; never cutting it short, taking his sweet time expressing his amusement.

Later that evening, Jaejoong found himself clinging around Yunho’s waist, sniffing his leather jacket as subtle as possible even though he knew Yunho felt him nosing down the collar. Yunho took him out on a date again, but this time, Jaejoong wasn’t forced to participate. He actually enjoyed his time at the arcade and the Tofu stew they ate after filled his stomach to the brim.

Jaejoong was happy. Asides from that, he could no longer count how many times he felt flustered that night. Yunho could be incredibly charming when he wants to.

Due to curfew, Yunho had to take him home before nine and for the first time that week, Jaejoong felt disappointed. Unlike the other times, Yunho actually got off his beloved motorcycle and walked him up to the front doors.

“Good night.” Yunho told with him this soft look in his eyes and all Jaejoong wanted was for him to kiss him again.

And he did.

On the cheek.

What the hell?

Yunho probably noticed the look of disappointment on his face and actually cackled at his confusion. When asked what was so funny, the older of the two ruffled the shorter male’s hair, enjoying the deepening scowl on Jaejoong’s face. “Let’s take it slow. We’re backpedalling, remember?”

Of course, Jaejoong would have none of it. Yunho surely wasn’t expecting the hands that grabbed the collar of his shirt and the pair of soft lips that commenced a sinful dance against his. Shifting to become more comfortable, Yunho wrapped his arms around the brazen teen and deepened the contact of their lips.

They might’ve started off on reverse, and sex might’ve played a huge part in this turn of events, but Yunho was glad he didn’t fight the tug Jaejoong had on him that night.

Pulling away, Yunho grinned and mouthed a question against Jaejoong’s ear. “How old are you again?”

Eyes closed, Jaejoong sighed as he felt the ghost of his lips caressing the side of his neck.

“Seventeen.”

Well that means Yunho will have to keep it in his pants until Jaejoong turns eighteen. ‘Or not.’ The feral glint in Jaejoong’s eyes told him that would be an impossible notion. Yunho stared at him for a full minute before sighing.

You only live once right?

end

f: the prince and his vampire boyfriend

muwon — Sat, 23 Feb 2013 13:22:04 GMT

→ the prince and his vampire ~~boyf~~riend | PG13 | yunho/yoochun
→ chaptered (4/4)
→ Yoochun is the type of vampire who craves female blood. unfortunately, his willing victim is a male prince.

“What’s that?” The vampire asks as he saunters into the room with his boyfriend in tow. Yep, the foolish, in-denial supernatural finally admits to himself that Yunho has the tastiest blood he had ever had. That automatically appoints him as his mate, his life partner, his princely boyfriend.

Oh, the fact that he’s in love may attribute to it as well. He was just too squeamish to admit it out loud. Prince Yunho, however, is the exact opposite and tries his best to flaunt their relationship as much as possible, much to his family’s consternation.

Since it’s Sunday, Yunho’s princely duties were put on hold. Yoochun takes this opportunity to hog his time as much as possible. He doesn’t hesitate to whisk the prince away from his palace and leads him back to his apartment. A small space, which he still shares with the other sups. Yunho insists all the time that they all should just move into the spacious palace. Yoochun hates the idea of seeing the sour faces of Yunho’s parents on a daily basis and he eventually had to refuse the idea. He loves having his own space; despite of how crowded it is with Jaejoong, Junsu and Changmin filling it up.

Said supernatural friends were standing in the middle of the room of the apartment with a huge ball of glass in their hands.

“Jae?” Yoochun asks again, grinning when the blond were-lion finally acknowledges their presence.

“Changmin bought a crystal ball that tells the future.” Jaejoong explains, looking dapper in his strange musketeer outfit.

Having it only noticed by then, Yoochun frowned at the costumes his friends donned. “I don’t even want to know what you’re guys up to,” he says, pointedly glaring at the strange clothes, “But tell me more about this crystal ball.”

Yunho grips his vampire boyfriend’s hands, asking with a bit of hesitation. “Don’t tell me you believe in these things?”

Snuggling against his prince’s side, Yoochun snickers and pecks him on the lips lightly. “Don’t you want to know if we’re in each other’s future?”

Flashing yet another breathtaking smile, Yunho brings the barefoot vampire’s hand against his lips and kisses the back of it. “I don’t need to when I believe you will always be there.”

Melting simply at the words, Yoochun’s about ready to smother that handsome small face with kisses when Jaejoong expressed his distaste at the two men’s public display of affection.

“It’s either you behave and watch the crystal with us or get a room somewhere and leave us alone. Keep our innocence intact.”

“Innocence my a—”

“Chunsa.” Yunho says in light warning. Yoochun promised him to at least try and improve his vocabulary. For the past few weeks, Yoochun was in crass-words detoxification and Yunho won’t allow him to slip since he had been doing so well.

Biting his lip, Yoochun sighs, “Fine. Let’s give it a go then.”

“Show us the future!” Junsu exclaims excitedly and the crystal ball begins to gurgle and shake within their grasps. The three ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at every colourful spark similar to fireworks happening within the crystal ball.

After minutes of staring at the glass ball, the fireworks disappear, leaving thick smog within.

Jaejoong shoots the youngest a blazing glare, “Way to go, Changmin. This one’s a piece of trash.”

“Hey, I exchanged my tuna sandwich for this crap. Take it easy on me, okay?”

“Wait,” Junsu frowns, “What’s that?”

A sound only exclusive within the walls of the Prince Yunho’s quarters fills the room in maximum volume. Yoochun chokes in his own spit while his knight-in-shining-armor dives in and tries to cover the ball with his cape. Jaejoong and Changmin were already on the floor, dying from laughter while Junsu remains rooted on the spot, eyes bugging out of the sockets.

“Stop watching!” For a vampire, Yoochun sure has enough blood in him to make him blush as red as a lobster. “I’m going to drink you all dry!”

Well at least now they know that the future beholds the vampire and the prince’s healthy sex life.

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f: love over time

muwon — Mon, 11 Feb 2013 13:39:47 GMT

→ love over time | PG13 | yunho/jaejoong
→ chaptered (6/?)
→ a passionate affair that transcends through time. (a story based from the book; The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger)
→ DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and this fic is based from a popular book so some scenes and dialogues might be similar.

November 13, 2008

(Jaejoong- 23, Yunho- 25)

They are married, Jaejoong giddily thought to himself as he moulds a clump of clay into some sort of a sculpture. At first, they lived in a two-bedroom apartment in a two-flat in Myeongdong. It’s monochromatic with dark cherry-colored wooden floors and a kitchen full of the stuff they got from their wedding presents. The apartment acted as their experiment, since they performed research on each other. He discovered that Yunho hates the sound of clinking cutleries together; it gives him Goosebumps most of the time. They agreed that it was okay for him to listen to rock music and for Yunho to listen to the mainstream pop music as long as the other person isn’t around. They figured out that Yunho should do the repairing and laundry while he should be in charge of cooking and cleaning.

They fell into a routine. Yunho goes to work on the weekdays through Saturdays at the biggest public library in town. He usually gets up at six in the morning and starts coffee before he gets into his running clothes and goes for a run. When he gets back, he showers and dresses while Jaejoong gets out of bed, chat with him for a while as he fixes breakfast. After eating together, Yunho brushes his teeth and hurries out the door to catch the train, and Jaejoong goes back to bed to doze for a few hours more.

He wakes up to a quiet apartment after a couple of hours. He takes a bath, fixes his hair and puts on his work clothes. He pours another cup for coffee for himself before he heads towards the back bedroom which is his studio.

At first, he had a hard time in his tiny back bedroom studio since the space that he can call his, the place that isn’t full of Yunho, is so small that his ideas were turning smaller as well. Eventually he’s getting used to it but it’s not enough. Never enough.

After gruesome hours in the small space, Jaejoong leaves the piece of crap of a sculpture and welcomes his husband at the sound of the front door opening. Yunho walks in with a television set. They don’t own a TV because Yunho can’t watch it and Jaejoong refuses to watch by himself. The tube looks old, small and dusty with a broken antenna.

“Hi, babe. I’m home.” Says Yunho as he places the dusty TV on the dinner table.

“That looks filthy. Did you find it on the streets?” Jaejoong asks with a disgusted look on his face.

“Bought it from a garage sale down the street.”

“Why?” The man stares at his husband in disbelief.

“There’s a program on tonight and I thought we should watch it.”

“But—” he’s about to remind him about his time travelling condition and how the static can affect it prematurely.

“I’m not going to look at it. I just want you to see this.”

“What kind of a TV program is it?”

Yunho flashes him a handsome grin. “It’s a surprise.”

As they sat down for dinner while waiting for the program, they fall into a general conversation which leads to the topic about Jaejoong’s miniscule studio.

“It’s okay. We don’t have the money for a bigger house.” Jaejoong explains. “It doesn’t matter. Maybe I can just make paper art or something… like origami.”

Yunho persists, “But a bigger studio is so much better, right?”

“Yeah, but we can’t live in just a studio now, can we?” Jaejoong retorts with a snort. They get by okay on Yunho’s salary and the interest on his trust fund. To afford a studio or a bigger house, Jaejoong would have to get a job, and then he wouldn’t have any time to spend in the studio.

“Point taken.” Yunho concedes, only to turn towards the flickering television set on the kitchen counter. “Oh, hey it’s on.”

Jaejoong turns and finds himself looking at Seoul Lottery’s logo. “Oh my god, you didn’t—”

Yunho definitely did as he digs in his pants pocket and hands the other man a white piece of paper. “Here’s your lottery ticket.”

“Yunho—this is—you’re insane!”

“Shh, just watch.”

As predicted, the numbers matched on the ticket in Jaejoong’s hand. The host congratulates the winners. They just won millions of cash.

Yunho turns the TV off and grins at his beautiful life partner. “Pretty awesome, right?” his smile dropped a little as he realizes that Jaejoong’s not jumping for joy. “Say, ‘thank you my love for providing the money we need to buy a house.’ That’ll work for me.”

“But… Yunho, this is not real.”

“Of course it is. You can take it to the lottery building and they’ll give you the check.”

“But you cheated.”

“It’s just that I saw it on tomorrow’s newspaper…”

“This is still cheating!” Jaejoong protests vehemently. The thought alone doesn’t sit too well with him.

Yunho makes a dramatic scene of slapping a hand on his face before he grabs the ticket and plans to light it up with fire. Jaejoong jumps forward to save the ticket.

“No!” In a way, Jaejoong hates the fact that he would have to make a decision and that it was Yunho who placed him in this position.

“It doesn’t matter, Jae. We could win the lottery every week for the next year if we felt like it. So if you have a problem with it, it’s no big deal.” Yunho sits next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “Just hold onto that for awhile and think about it, okay?”

Jaejoong lifts his eyes and glares at him, “It’s not fair that you’re leaving me with this huge responsibility.”

The other man shrugs it off casually. “I’m perfectly happy either way. If you think we’re cheating the city of Seoul out of the money they’ve scammed from hard-working people, and then let’s just forget this ever happened. I’m sure we can come up with other ways of getting you a bigger studio.”

And then it dawned on him. Yunho could win the lottery anytime at all, that he has never bothered to do so. That he’s setting aside his desire to live like a normal person so he can give him a studio big enough for him. He’s an ingrate, Jaejoong thinks to himself.

“… Jaejoong-ah?”

“Thank you.” Jaejoong spouts abruptly. “Thank you so much.” He tells his wonderful, self-sacrificing husband as he looks at the other straight in the eye.

Yunho raises an eyebrow at him, “Does that mean we’re going to get the money?”

Jaejoong leans forward and kisses him on the lips. It started chaste before it deepens and leaves them both breathless and yearning. “It means thank you.” He whispers against Yunho’s slick lips.

“You’re welcome.” He stands up and pulls the smaller man with him. “I think we should extend our celebration in the bedroom.”

Jaejoong could only happily oblige as they thump up the stairs. Yunho takes his hand as he looks at him with pure adoration. Together they dance to a soundless tune, shares kisses until they reach the bedroom door.

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f: love over time

muwon — Sun, 23 Dec 2012 16:15:52 GMT

→ love over time | PG13 | yunho/jaejoong
→ chaptered (5/?)
→ a passionate affair that transcends through time. (a story based from the book; The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger)
→ DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and this fic is based from a popular book so some scenes and dialogues might be similar.

October 20, 2008

(Jaejoong- 23, Yunho- 25)

( 1:45 pm )

Standing in the hallway in his white tuxedo, Jaejoong bit his lip nervously as everybody began to fill in the church. His mother had been fussing all over him, brushing over the lapels of his suit and grumbling about the way the hair stylist styled his hair. He felt like a parade float, smiling and having his picture taken by numerous people.

“You look wonderful, my dear.” His mother told him, but her smile barely reached her eyes as she eyed irritably at his hair.

Jaejoong sent her a warning glare before his gaze shifted towards one of his sisters, “Did you see Yunho?”

Lina nodded, “I think he’s with Yoochun.” Ah, the best friend. Yoochun was one of the few people who knew about Yunho’s condition. If there was anybody he would trust Yunho with, it would be him.

Despite of the beautiful decorations and soft piano playing within the church, Jaejoong had a gut feeling that it was too impossible for this wedding to turn out perfect. Eyes widening, breath hitching, Jaejoong pleaded to his sister, “Can you go and check on them?”

(1:48 pm)

Yunho was sitting in a musty room full of boxes and prayer books. Yoochun was pacing back and forth, dashing in his tux. Compared to him, he looked like a guy impersonating a game show host. The window was open because his best friend was so nervous, he opted for a smoke.

“Do you have the ring?”

He stops pacing for a moment and flicks the ashes out of the window. “Yes. How are you doing?”

“Nervous.” Yunho replied, needy for a flask of alcohol to calm down his frazzled nerves. He could hear people talking and laughing outside the room. He was sweating so much and his head ached a little.

Oh no. Headaches are never a good sign.

Yoochun was startled when Yunho shot out of his chair and went to the window. The groom hung his head low and tried to regain his breathing. As he wheezed through his lungs, he vaguely noticed a strange noise coming from the shrubbery below. Leaning farther to take a closer look, Yunho was stunned to find himself sitting in the dirt, soaking wet and breathless.

( 1:50 pm )

“Holy shit.” Yoochun cussed, which he quickly slapped with his hand after realizing that he was still inside the church. “Yunho??” he called, surprised that the groom was nowhere to be found. “Oh no, not today!” he frantically searched all over the room and out through the windows, finding no trace of his best friend.

There was a knock on the door and his panic increased at the sound of Jaejoong’s sister’s voice. “Are you guys ready?”

“Um, yeah, maybe an hour and a half would do!” Yoochun hollered, still unsure of what he was supposed to do to salvage the wedding. He could already imagine the disaster brewing upon the absence of one of the grooms. For sure, Jaejoong would be devastated.

“What? We don’t have much time. The ceremony’s about to start.”

“Er,” there was a sound of clambering behind him. Looking back, Yoochun was once again taken aback at the sight of Yunho. Only twenty years older. “Five minutes!” Turning around, he grabbed the suit jacket and helped the older man into it. “Thank god you’re here.”

Yunho looked so much older yet still quite handsome. Yoochun thought he had aged really well. “I can’t miss my own wedding.” Even his voice sounded deeper, more masculine.

Yoochun nodded, “Yeah, let’s just hope they won’t notice the gray hair.”

( 1:57 pm )

Standing in the vestibule of the church, Jaejoong nervously glanced at the altar, noting the absence of his future husband. Closing his eyes tightly, he recited a silent prayer, hoping that it would somehow help him in this inexplicable situation. Seriously, no one would believe him if he told a slapdash story of his future husband leaping through time. The thought of it only made his stomach clench harder.

Opening his eyes, he caught the sight of the man he had been looking for standing in front of the priest with his back turned towards him. Yoochun was right beside him, dusting off invisible lint across Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“Let’s get this show started,” His father said and the song started playing.

Walking towards the altar was shorter than he would’ve expected. Glancing at Yunho, Jaejoong’s eyes widened at the sight of him. He was wet, a little dirty and unshaven. He looked about forty. ‘At least he’s here.’

Yunho briefly gave him a winning smile as they proceeded to exchange their vows.

( 7:05 pm )

Everyone was sitting down to dinner and no one could find Yunho. Jaejoong asked Yoochun but the man just gave him this reassuring look as if saying that he was sure Yunho will turn up any minute. Well, most of the guests are beginning to wonder why the groom wasn’t in the reception, mingling and conversing with them.

Chaelin, another sister sat next to him and asked, “Where’s Yunho?”

“I don’t know, noona.”

Suddenly, she grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. “I saw Yoochun carrying a pile of familiar clothing out of the lounge.”

Jaejoong realized that Yunho probably snapped back to the present and he would have a hard time explaining why he looked different all of a sudden. Should he tell a crapload of story involving a library emergency that required Yunho’s immediate attention? But how was he supposed to do that when all of his co-workers are in the ballroom. Should he try spreading Yunho’s intermittent amnesia, causing him to wander away?

It didn’t help that his father went up to the stage and requested for the newlyweds to perform their first dance. Jaejoong began to sweat profusely, his face turning ashen white by the second.

“Oh there he is!” Chaelin shook his arm.

There he was, standing in the middle of the floor, looking very much younger than he was a few hours ago. Releasing a sigh of relief, he stood up and sauntered towards his husband. Yunho took his hand and pulled him closer. “Hi there, stranger.” He was back in the present, his younger Yunho, the one he was supposed to marry.

Yunho chuckled and kissed him softly, “I’m back.” They danced to their wedding song as the crowd simply melted into nothingness around them. All they could see were each other.

( 10:45 pm )

Once the party was over, the couple went straight to the hotel room they rented for the night before heading their way to Fiji for their honeymoon. Upon seeing the king size bed in the middle of the room, the two men shared a joyous and mischievous look. Once the bell boy closed the door, both of them kicked off their shoes and started jumping up and down the bed like silly little kids.

They were finally married!

Unable to contain his excitement, Jaejoong jumped a little higher and ended up tripping on the bed sheet, falling on the bed while giggling nonstop.

Yunho growled and made a move to jump on him. Not wanting to be jumped on, Jaejoong closed his eyes, laughing as he raised his arms as if to protect himself from the onslaught of weight.

But it never came.

Opening his eyes, Jaejoong found himself alone in the bedroom with a pile of clothing on top of him. Releasing a tired sigh, he reached for the silver band, Yunho’s wedding band, and slipped it around his finger, right on top of his own ring.

This was definitely the highlight of his wedding night. Unfortunately.

~~

AN: Yup, I'm still alive. I really suck at updating, please forgive me? Anyway, happy holidays everybody!

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f: the prince and his vampire boyfriend

muwon — Tue, 02 Oct 2012 13:06:24 GMT

→ the prince and his vampire ~~boyf~~riend | PG13 | yunho/yoochun
→ chaptered (3/?)
→ Yoochun is the type of vampire who craves female blood. unfortunately, his willing victim is a male prince.

“You know, if you keep staring at him like that, you might set the royal highness on fire.” Jaejoong plops on the couch next to the fuming vampire. Being coerced into joining the royal family’s afternoon tea party, Yoochun made sure to at least have someone to accompany him to the palace. Unfortunately, he picked the wrong person to go with.

Ignoring the previous statement, Yoochun flashes his fangs out and crosses his arms petulantly. “Who are they and what the fuck are they doing?” from afar, they could see a couple of women touching the prince’s face, hair and clothed body meticulously. Each swipe of their hands has him cringing in disgust.

“These ladies make sure that our royal prince is always presentable. You don’t honestly think that mop of downy hair fixes by itself, do you?” sending his best friend a critical stare, Jaejoong queries, “Why does it bother you so much?”

“I don’t understand why he has all the ladies fawning over him? What does he have that I don’t?” Eyes narrowed at the blond haired woman who kept on running her hands up and down the side of Yunho’s face. “I mean, look at him! He’s not even that handsome.”

Jaejoong snickers, doing his best to stifle it. He was quite sure that Yoochun’s mad about something else and it had nothing to do about the fact that he's envious of Yunho's charms with the opposite sex. It is clear as the daylight that the young vampire hates seeing someone else touching the prince intimately, despite of the fact that Yoochun would always believe the opposite.

“It’s not funny, Jae.” Yoochun growls. “I hate him and his beautiful face.”

There goes the Freudian slip of the day. Jaejoong only barks with laughter. “Whatever, I’ll go grab some scones and leave you here rot in jealousy.” As he stalks away, the prince finally manages to get out of his chamber-maiden’s grasp and immediately runs toward the vampire’s side. It was funny how no matter these young, beautiful ladies fawns over the handsome prince, the guy would always resolutely pursue the un-dead one (who has a small inclination to wearing proper footwear, even in the palace).

“Chunsa, are you enjoying the party so far?” comes Yunho’s deep voice. Apparently he manages to slink on the couch next to him without him realizing it.

Sulking, Yoochun crosses his arms, still sitting resolutely. “I’d much prefer to stay at home rather than see women touching you all over.”

Yunho allows the accusation to wash over him. As expected, the prince misunderstood the whole thing.

“Wait, that’s not what I meant—”

“Are you jealous, Chunnie?” just the thought of it sends pleasurable tingles down his spine. The beating of his heart sped up and it propels him to engulf the vampire into his embrace. “You don’t have to feel that way, my love. You’re the only one for me.”

“You’re a bastard,” Yoochun accuses, desperately trying to get out of the stifling embrace. “I wasn’t jealous! Get off me, you stink!”

It takes Yunho a moment to grapple with the struggling arms and calm the vampire down. When he manages to bring Yoochun securely on his lap, the vampire wiggled his nose and turned his head away.

“Do I really smell that bad? I took a bath today, I assure you that.”

“That’s not it! You have the scent of those women all over your skin.”

“You said you like to drink women’s blood.” Yunho’s eyes turns alight, “I smell like a woman, can you finally drink from me?”

Yoochun just clenches his jaw, “You may smell like a ten cent whore but your blood will still taste the same. Oh my god, what kind of a prince are you?”

Grinning like a lovesick fool, Yunho replies automatically, “A prince who is in love with you.”

Eyes widening, Yoochun’s face blossoms red at the proclamation. This was the first time the prince ever expressed his feelings and it irritates him how he can easily say such things. They met each other last week and now he’s telling him that he loves him?

Ridiculous, isn’t it? Then why does it feel as if his dead heart’s brought back to life and now pounding relentlessly inside the cavity of his chest?

Flushed face hidden beneath a curtain of dark hair, Yoochun seethes. “You idiot!” a pair of soft lips against his shushes him right away.

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f: the prince and his vampire boyfriend

muwon — Sun, 02 Sep 2012 14:43:22 GMT

→ the prince and his vampire ~~boyf~~riend | PG13 | yunho/yoochun
→ chaptered (2/?)
→ Yoochun is the type of vampire who craves female blood. unfortunately, his willing victim is a male prince.

Ever since the ball at the king’s palace last weekend, the Prince seeks after the beautiful blood sucker like a lovesick fool.

Nothing deterred the royal highness’ advances, even when Yoochun snapped and flashed out his fangs. “Stop following me or I’m gonna drink you dry!” he wished he was taller so he’d be more threatening.

Yunho almost looked delighted at the idea of him drinking from his body. “It would be an honour to have some of my fluids into your body.” For a prince, he isn’t exactly honourable and spews the most perverted innuendos known to mankind.

After the not so smart suggestion of drinking the prince’s blood, Yunho began to formulate tons of plans to have the vampire suck his blood. It would be his ultimate pleasure, he said, with that perverted grin slinking on his perverted face.

“Don’t come near me!” Yoochun yelps as the taller man corners him against the refrigerator.

“Drink from me, Chunnie.”

“No!”

“Why?”

“I only drink the blood of fair maidens.”

“… I didn’t know vampires can be choosy?” Yunho asks with a frown.

Yoochun rolls his eyes, “Think of it like a human vegetarian. I’ve sworn off from drinking men’s blood.”

“Why?”

“Because!” Yunho raises a condescending eyebrow, “Why do I have to explain myself to you?” before Yunho could utter a reply, the front door opened with a bang, completely disrupting the sexual tension.

“Hi, Yunho.” Jaejoong briefly waves before he saunters into the living room.

“Oh. Yunho-hyung, hello.” Junsu follows in, with a confused look on his face.

Since when did it become natural for his roommates to greet Yunho as if he’s not sexually assaulting him?

“Who the fuck are you?”

Oh bless Changmin and his innate arrogance. Surprisingly, that immediately gets Yunho’s attention and he slightly moves away to look at the unfamiliar were-animal.

The gallant man clears his throat to introduce himself, “I am Prince Yunho, and you are?” his small eyes slowly take in the image of the tall, tanned guy with humongous antlers on his head with unmasked distaste.

“None of your business.” Changmin snarls.

“Is that so?” It’s obvious that Changmin’s blatant ignorance towards royalty respect irks him. There’s a visible line forming between the prince’s eyebrows. “I’ll call you Bambi, then.” Somewhere in the room, Jaejoong guffawed. “What? I like Bambi. I think she’s cute.”

“Actually, Bambi’s a boy.”

Yunho scoffs, “Sure.”

With the fact that he’s indirectly called a girl, Changmin’s nostrils flares, looking just about ready to push his antlers through the arrogant prince’s torso and Yoochun stands there, unsure of what to do in case Changmin does something drastic.

“Hey, Su?” Jaejoong breaks his trance from the unfolding scene on the kitchen and nudges the were-sheep sitting next to him.

Junsu looks up from his Nintendo game and sends the blond a quick questioning glance. “Yeah?”

“I think Yoochun needs his inhaler.”

“Oh shit.”

Junsu runs around to find the inhaler, Jaejoong grabs Changmin from attacking Yunho, Yunho grabs Yoochun’s shoulder to shake him awake and then there’s Yoochun, flailing like a dead vegetable, unconscious.

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f: the prince and his vampire boyfriend

muwon — Sat, 01 Sep 2012 14:01:37 GMT

→ the prince and his vampire ~~boyf~~riend | PG13 | yunho/yoochun
→ chaptered (1/?)
→ Yoochun is the type of vampire who craves female blood. unfortunately, his willing victim is a male prince.

→ image credit

Park Yoochun is a vampire. A typical one in a black suit and a matching cape with the absence of a pair of shoes. He claims that shoes were overrated and too human-like.

Like any other ordinary vampire, he likes to drink blood.

But not just any blood.

The blood of fair maidens usually taste better.

Well, any blood will do but a beautiful woman’s blood taste better. Divine… and forbidden.

After the peace treaty established between the supernatural’s and the human race, drinking from a human would have liquid silver injected through his veins. Dying in such a way is very horrifying for someone as wimpy as Yoochun.

And so, he decides to stop craving human blood.

Not until he came across the fairest maiden of all. She smells so good! His mouth watered on the spot as soon as she came out of the palace garden, wearing a beautiful powder blue taffeta dress.

“She’s the princess, Chunnie. Not food.” The were-lion named Jaejoong, his best-friend and roommate scolds him as he was only a hundred years of age.

“But she smells so good.” He takes a deep sniff and his eyes automatically rolls at the back of his head. Foodgasm.

The were-sheep, Junsu, who was standing on his other side whimpers, “If you hurt her, we’re doomed.” Which was relatively true? Eat the princess; the king will banish all sups. Or rather, have all of them exterminated.

“Oh.” Jaejoong blinks.

Yoochun frowns and follows the beeline of his best friend’s gaze. Behind the princess, stood a quite handsome lad dressed in a matching court suit. Eyes sweeping around the grand ball, it finally settled on the trio of sups, particularly the filthy looking vampire.

Literally catcalling, the were-lion nudges his side and says. “Someone got the hots on you.”

“That’s Prince Yunho.” Junsu informs.

“Ooh, a prince!”

“Would you cut it out?” He pushes the blond away and scowls, “I’m not gay.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.” Yoochun bit back. “I like women.”

Junsu shakes his head, “You like the taste of their blood.”

The blond wholly agrees, “Yes. It doesn’t necessarily mean you like to have sex with them.”

Yoochun pushes the sheep away as well, making him almost topple off the balcony. Seriously, the two had been constantly pushing him to date men ever since that ONE incident he had with Changmin; their were-deer neighbour.

Come to think of it, why am I living in a place full of half breeds?

They were drunk, and Changmin happened to be very touchy when intoxicated. They didn’t even kiss but that’s how JaeSu found him on that one, awkward evening; on the floor with a were-deer attempting to abuse his lips.

“Whatever.”

“Hello,”

Eyes bugged out, Yoochun feels himself swooped backwards like in a dance with the tall prince hovering close in front of his face. “H-hi?” he could hear the sound of Jaejoong snickering behind. He was so short that his dusty bare-feet almost leave the ground.

“You’re beautiful.” Prince Yunho’s teeth gleam and his smile somehow mesmerize and disturb him at the same time.

He feels his cheeks heat up in a blush, remembering that they were attracting unnecessary attention from the other guests. “Thanks?”

“Brother, you’re making a scene.” The lady that made his mouth water awhile ago was now standing behind his overly touchy sibling.

Yunho’s too unenthused to care and ignores her. She leaves in a huff, causing his two were friends to laugh in tandem. I hate you guys so much.

“What’s your name?”

“Yoochun.” Wiggling, the vampire begs, “Can you put me down?”

Yunho chuckles. “Anything you want, princess.” He lets him go but not before kissing his temples and squeezing his ass.

The vampire yelps and then glares pointedly at the mischievous man. “Don’t call me that.”

“You’re feisty. I like that.” He leans forward and whispers hotly on his head, “I wonder if you’re feisty in bed too.”

Appalled and red like a ripened tomato, Yoochun moves to hit the arrogant prince. Jaejoong and Junsu right away steps forward to stop him “You demeaning piece of shi—!!’

“Hitting the prince might get us all exterminated too.” Jaejoong immediately reminds him, humor completely stripped away from his face.

His royal highness even has the decency to smirk at his trepidation. Yoochun wants to wipe it with his fist.

“I’ll see you around.” Yunho sent him a cheesy wink before leaving. His servants and guests curtsies as he makes his way into the main hall, making the vampire hiss.

f: just a game

muwon — Sun, 19 Aug 2012 16:40:51 GMT

→ just a game | pg13 | yunho/jaejoong | 754wc
→ we're all just pieces in their games. (Hunger Games verse + Birdy's Just a game)
→ an: I was watching The Hunger Games and it inspired me to write a yunjae version of it... sort of.

Looking at Yunho simply produced a dull ache inside his chest, either from the feel of racing or the fact that in the end, he would remain unreachable. A tangible kind of pain goes through the back of his head this time.

Hearing the ravenous cry of the muttations down below, he tried to block it away as he concentrated more on his aggressor. Wind pipe gripped and crushed, all he could do was to scratch the skin of the back of the enemy’s hand.

It only took a couple of seconds before he could finally breathe again. Yunho landed a few punches on District one’s remaining warrior, breaking the nose and zygomatic bones. A tussle that seemed endless finally proclaimed Yunho victorious as he managed to throw the enemy off and into the hungry mutt’s salivating chops.

Getting up and limping towards his Yunho's side, he looked down on the man that mourned his defeat. His arrogance remained intact until the end, despite of the vicious creatures tearing off his flesh.

It was like a silent message of kindness when Yunho, all bloodied and fatigued turned towards him and softly uttered his name. “Jaejoong.” It sounded divine coming from him, as if he was some sort of a heavenly beacon that could put an end to the craziness.

Lifting his arms, he aimed at the dying man’s head and released the taut bow and arrow. The cries vanished and soon, the mutts left the petrifying remains of human flesh. It scared him how the colour of blood looked insignificant, considering how much bloodshed he witnessed for the past few days.

Yunho reached out and guided him down the ground, looking nothing but relieved. The artificial darkened weather matched the smile on his face as it gradually breaks into dawn.

The mockingjay sang a sycophantic tune and Jaejoong felt as if a thousand of bricks were lifted off his shoulders.

“Attention tributes, there’s a slight rule change. The previous provision allowing two victors from different districts has been revoked. Only one victor may be crowned. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour.”

Swallowing became difficult, and so was turning around to face the boy from District two. This was the finale. The point where the star-crossed lovers are supposed to choose life or death. How fucking cliché.

When Yunho met his gaze, the man only nodded and smiled. From the beginning of the so-called attraction they had during the game, Yunho had a bit of suspicion that everything… was just a game. The first kiss felt like a bargaining act for sponsors. The second kiss felt like more passionate, but still, he couldn’t tell if Jaejoong even realized the difference.

Unbeknownst to him, Jaejoong figured it out all along.

They were lost and yet found each other to keep safe from harm. When Yunho interlaced their hands together, he suddenly found his place in the midst of deceit and cruelty.

But then again, they were just pieces in their games. In the end, there was no happy ending; at least not for him.

“Go ahead. One of us should go home. One of us should die so they can have their champion.”

The look of disapproval on his face confused Yunho. “No, they don’t.” stepping forward, he produced a handful of Nightlock berries. They’ll be dead before it reaches their stomach and Jaejoong’s more than determined to have it done rather than they kill each other.

Shaking his head, Yunho quickly gripped Jaejoong’s hand. “No!”

“Just trust me!” Despite of the cold, listless face Jaejoong’s most often seen with, his eyes were the warmest and most honest pair Yunho had ever seen. And just by looking at them, Yunho knew Jaejoong would eat the berries without a second thought.

Hesitating for awhile, Yunho finally gave in and accepted the small amount of berries Jaejoong placed on his palm. “Together?” he asked and the raven-head nodded.

Jaejoong replied, returning the taller man’s gaze. “On the count of three.”

Yunho began counting. “One…”

“Two.” Jaejoong continued, momentarily distracted when Yunho reached out to kiss him one last time.

“Three.” Yunho whispered against his lips, eyes boring deeply into the beautiful man’s orbs.

But before the poisonous fruit touched their lips, the announcer’s voice boomed across the battlefield. “Stop!” followed by a deafening silence. Bewildered at the unaccounted turnabout of events, both warriors looked up, waiting patiently for the verdict.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the winners of the 74th Annual Hunger Games.”

end

f: love over time

muwon — Fri, 17 Aug 2012 17:29:28 GMT

→ love over time | PG13 | yunho/jaejoong
→ chaptered (4/?)
→ a passionate affair that transcends through time. (a story based from the book; The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger)
→ DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and this fic is based from a popular book so some scenes and dialogues might be similar.

Septmeber 18, 2004

(Yunho- 35 / Jaejoong- 18)

During the cool season of autumn, insects drone in the Meadow under the beautiful sunset glow. Encased by the dry grasses, shimmering against the light air, Yunho gazed up at the apple tree Jaejoong was sitting against. With his head lying comfortably on the teenager’s lap, Yunho relished the unspeakable beauty that is his husband. They’ve eaten all the food Jaejoong packed for him. It was the time when he began learning how to cook and the food tasted alright. He was getting there.

Sleepy and content, Yunho sighed and buried his nose against Jaejoong’s tummy, earning him a tinkering laughter. The boy was highly sensitive and ticklish and Yunho made sure to remember all the spots that will have the boy squirming.

In his present time, he had a huge fight with Jaejoong and the beautiful man made sure to avoid him for the entire day. Having his innocent counterpart during autumn seemed heavenly.

“You look troubled.” Fingers caressed the tight lines between his eyebrows, soothing and gentle. “Did something happen?”

Chuckling, Yunho replied, “Do I look so much older today?” he smiled when Jaejoong’s forefinger stroked his nose, travelling back to the brows.

“No. Just stressed-out.” Biting his lower lip thoughtfully, Jaejoong took a deep breath and asked as if it had been bugging him for quite some time already. “Did I do something to make you upset?” The boy was seventeen when he found out the true nature of their relationship in the future. It was during at the time when Jaejoong came up to him and demanded that he help torture this guy who tried to almost rape him during prom.

Yunho was furious and although it was against his philosophy to hurt someone on purpose during his time travelling, he couldn’t let this one pass. Not when Jaejoong looked absolutely terrified at the thought of the senior who touched him in the inappropriate places.

It was a risky type of kidnapping yet they managed to get a hold of the guy and tie him up against the tree in the middle of the thick forest. All Yunho did was to beat-up the guy until they earned an apology. Jaejoong was satisfied enough with that but none of them made a move to untie the bastard. Instead, Jaejoong made a few calls and had someone else do the job.

The next day, Jaejoong became untouchable. Announcing to everyone that he’s dating a college guy contributed to that as well and the potential admirers avoided him, even his friends stopped bugging him to go out on a date.

When his twenty-eight year old self appeared a couple of days after that, they finally kissed for the first time. It was sweet, glorious and incredibly thrilling. He remembered spending the entire day lying on the picnic blanket with Jaejoong snuggling against his side. There were lots of kissing and undying sweetened words that day. For the upcoming days of his time travelling, they only just kissed and did nothing else. There were a couple of instances when Jaejoong would hide the clothes somewhere in the forest and have him naked as a newborn while he would slowly do a striptease of his own. It took a lot of willpower not to ravish the naughty boy. He did, however, once jumped on him and pinned him to the ground, kissing him like there was no tomorrow… but that was it. After realizing that Jaejoong was still a minor, he immediately removed himself and disappeared. They didn’t see each other for more than three weeks after that.

Yunho found it amusing that the Jaejoong of his youth had been continuously asking for sex yet the person in his present had been complaining they’re having way too much of it.

January 26, 2008

(Jaejoong- 23, Yunho- 25)

“Yunho, do most people have much sex as we do?” Jaejoong absolutely snow stark with his fresh out of the shower black hair framed his face. He just got out of the shower with only a shirt and a pair of boxers on. Yunho was fussing on the kitchen, preparing him his birthday breakfast meal.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” Yunho frowned, setting the plate filled of greasy food on the table. “I mean, maybe for people who had known each other for a long time. Why? Is it too much?”

Biting his lower lip nervously, Jaejoong looked unsure how to answer. “I can’t believe I’m saying this. I mean, when I was a teenager, I kept begging you to fuck me. Um, but now… well let’s just say it’s getting difficult to sit down and walk around normally.” It dawned on him when his co-worker, Junsu, noted the limp on his steps all the time. It didn’t help that although Junsu looked innocent, his mind was the total opposite of it.

Yunho immediately strode next to him and hugged him, kissing his forehead apologetically, “Jae, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was becoming way too much.” Though he was apologizing, his eyes were twinkling with mischief. He wasn’t entirely guilty, Jaejoong surmised. “You could’ve pushed me away and say ‘Not tonight!’ and then I’ll just do something productive… like reading.”

Jaejoong answered him with a scoff, “And you will obediently comply?”

“Well, I can’t say I’ll last for days or weeks. I will begin to starve for a kiss, bargain for a blow job and then you will realize that I am actually withering to death on your feet if you don’t let me fuck you immediately for nourishment. But I will never say a word, mind you. I’ll just lie there and maybe whimper a little.”

“Pervert!” Jaejoong laughed, blushing immensely as he threw a grape at him, which Yunho caught expertly in his mouth.

“My idea of a perfect life is to just stay in bed with you all the time. We’ll make love continuously like bunnies and will only get up to get water and food and maybe for bathroom breaks as well.” The thing about Yunho’s humor is, he always sounded too damn serious that you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. Jaejoong thought the statement has a bit of truthfulness to it. Yunho would gladly have him on the bed all day if he could. He tried it more than once.

The conversation was then masked by Yunho’s singing ‘happy birthday’ as he brought in a red velvet cake for dessert. There was a small candle in the middle. After making a wish, he blew on the candle and both of them shared the decadent treat.

On that very same day, Yunho asked Jaejoong to marry him and surprised him with a beautiful ring.

“Jaejoong-ah?”

“Y-yes?”

“You know that I love you with every fibre of my being. Will you marry me?”

“Yes… of course,” Jaejoong was shaking as an overwhelming sense of déjà vu engulfed him. Kissing Yunho on the lips and hugging him tight against him, Jaejoong ghosted the next few words lightly against the taller man’s cheek, “But you know really, I already have.”

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f: daddy of the day

muwon — Sat, 11 Aug 2012 15:16:49 GMT

→ daddy of the day | PG | yunho/yoochun | 1,416wc
→ Yunho is tasked to take care of the baby. Disaster ensues... sort of. (fanfic for paprika)
→ sequel to chunker

“There’s a baby in the basket.” Jaejoong uselessly pointed as soon as he entered the deserted classroom. He was then followed by Changmin, who also noted the exact same thing.

Jaejoong glared and punched the sophomore on the arm. “Stop copying me.”

“I didn’t? There is a baby in the basket. How else am I supposed to rephrase that?” Changmin retaliated and hit Jaejoong’s arm. They continued hitting each other until Chanhee started crying, making everybody shuffle close to the red-faced baby.

“Aw, now how are we gonna study? He won’t stop crying.” Carefully wiping the tears on the baby’s cheeks, Changmin made awful faces in hopes of cheering Chanhee up.

Turning sharply towards the father, Jaejoong questioned surreptitiously, “Why did you bring him here in the first place? Where’s Yoochun?” his hand continued to shake the rattle back and forth in front of the baby’s face. Obviously, it was a useless tactic as Chanhee continued to stream fresh tears.

Beaming proudly, Yunho grinned like a man who just won the jackpot and gave a thumb-up, “I’m on daddy duty! Yoochun said I needed a bit more of training… so here I am!” He remembered how his husband literally shoved the baby basked into his arms and gently placed the six-month old baby inside.

“Come back when you’re fatherly enough!” Yoochun yelled from the couch, waving his hand carelessly in the air as Yunho trudged out of their shared apartment with renewed determination.

Doe-like-eyes blinked twice. “Idiot.” Jaejoong muttered. It was evident that Yoochun just wanted to get rid of them to have some inner peace for a day... and Yunho took the bait like a gullible noob.

"He is." Changmin used his index finger to push his glasses further up his nose.

“Besides,” Yunho bent over and cooed at the still crying infant. “Chanhee and I needs more father and son bonding time, isn’t that right, baby-ah?”

The cries doubled in volume. Hands flopping down dejectedly to his side, Yunho sighed. “I give up, he’s been crying ever since we got here and it got worse when you two arrived.”

Quirking a single eyebrow, Jaejoong regarded Yunho with distaste. “Did you feed him?”

Yunho sneered, “Of course I did! I’m not that clueless…”

“Sure.” Jaejoong intoned with indifferent agreement.

Changmin leaned back, arms in akimbo as he contemplated what could’ve gone wrong. “Maybe his diaper is full?” He had a couple of baby cousins back at home and they usually cry this much when they dirtied their diapers.

“Oh my god, do something about it! Someone’s trying to study here!”

The three turned and found a student at the very corner table, bent over his books.

“Oh, I didn’t know Junsu’s here.” Jaejoong’s owlish blinking irked Junsu to no end and he tried his best not to throw his math book on his face.

Shrugging, Yunho stated, “He got here before all of us.”

“Morning, Junsu.” Changmin greeted, giving him a short wave of his hand.

“You all suck balls. Nobody ever notices I’m around.” Junsu shot back affronted. “Change Chanhee’s diaper before I knock your heads off with algebra and not the metaphorical kind.”

Yunho took out all the necessities for diaper changing and laid Chanhee on the blanket. The baby stopped crying for a bit and stared at the three men hovering above, chewing on his chubby fingers.

Smile falling, Yunho turned to both of his friends and asked, “So… does anyone of you know how to change diapers?” at the look of incredulous confusion, Yunho explained further. “Yoochun usually do these things…”

“Tell me, Yunho, does anyone else in this room have a baby?” Changmin hissed and leered when Yunho shook his head, “Then I guess that answers your question.”

Sighing, Yunho turned to Jaejoong, seeking help.

“Don’t look at me, I’m as clueless as you are… and that says a lot.” The raven sarcastically intoned.

Heaving a deep sigh of regret, Yunho voiced out resolutely as he looked helplessly at his crying spawn. “Then we have no other choice.”

**

♪ sumgyeo do twinkle eojjeona?
nune hwahk ttwi janha
beire ssayeo isseodo
naneun twinkle tiga na ♫

Upon hearing the familiar tone, he lifted his arms up in the air and wiggled his toes while sitting upright on the couch and his feet on the coffee t able. Nodding his head along the beat, Yoochun opened his mouth and belted out.

♪ sumgyeo do twinkle eojjeona? ♫
“Sumgyeo do twinkle eojjeona?”
♪ nune hwahk ttwi janha ♫
“Nune hwahk ttwi janha!!!”

Unforgivable messy notes filled the living room and probably even caused some of the stray cats falling off the roof. Reaching the second verse of the song, he finally swiped his thumb across the phone’s screen and answered succulently. “Hello—”

“Chunnie!”

Hearing his husband’s voice alone immediately lit up his mood to a certain point of happiness. “Yunnie-ah!” Unfortunately, his cheerful greeting was returned with a quite annoyed tone of voice.

“What’s taking you too long to answer?”

“I was singing along with TaeTiSeo.”

“Tae… what?”

“Ringtone.”

“Baby, if you do that all the time, you’ll end up missing a lot of phone calls.”

Jutting his lower lip into a pout, he almost neglected the fact that Yunho wasn’t in front of him to see it. “But it’s a really nice song.” Toes started to wiggle again as the song played inside his head, blocking the sound of Yunho growling on the other end of the line. “What’s wrong? You sound weird.”

There was a bit of hesitation on Yunho's side but he eventually got around relaying what was going on att he momemt. “Well, Chanhee made the number two and he’s now crying like a banshee. Help me?”

“Oh no no no NO, where’s the fun in that?” Yoochun always hated it how Yunho never seemed to remember all the baby lessons he spoon-fed him and always relied on the miniscule skills he got from both of their mothers. “You’re daddy of the day today so your day, your problem.” Sitting back on the couch, surrounded by pillows, Yoochun relaxed and hummed again.

“But—”

“Bye, bye, Yunnie! Make sure to use baby powder, okay?”

“Yooch—”

Click

Sighing, Yoochun reached out for the orange juice in a flute and sipped it like a decadent wine. For the first time since he gave birth to Chanhee, Yoochun never felt so free and at peace.

Then why does a part of him wished his family were relaxing with him instead?

**

When Yunho returned later that day, there was no baby in the basket.

He was now cocooned within Yunho’s strong arms and Yoochun cooed at the adorable sight. Looking at his husband with full of love and admiration, he could tell that the changing diapers mission was a success.

“Junsu did it. We pissed him off enough to do it himself. Oh, but I did help sprinkle baby powder!” Yunho explained, chuckling as he placed Chanhee in the crib as gently as he could. His son twisted around, tiny hands clenching on the blanket while dark eyes blinked curiously at his parents.

Yoochun reached into the crib and brushed his fingers along Chanhee’s cheeks. “How’s my baby? Was daddy nice to you? He didn’t drop you, did he?” Chanhee only giggled while Yunho growled a little behind him. There was a time when Yunho almost dropped the baby, but luckily, Jaejoong was fast enough to catch him. He will just have to keep that to himself.

After singing Chanhee to sleep, Yoochun left the room right after the little bundle of joy closed his eyes and drifted into dreamland.

“I did pretty awesome today.” Yunho stated as soon as they reached their bedroom, puffing out his chest like an alpha-male. “Now I know why you put baby powder in there.”

Straightening up, Yoochun gave the taller man a once over before he reached out and kissed him on the lips. “You did great, sweetheart.” Grinning, he trailed his fingers up and down his husband’s chest and whispered hotly against his ear, “So great that you definitely deserve an award.” Pulling back a little, he stared into the heated eyes of Yunho, wheedling him further to devour him all night. “What do you say, baby?”

On that very same night, Yubin was almost conceived. Unfortunately they still had to wait a few more months in order for Yoochun to get pregnant again. Let’s save that for another story.

end

f: love over time

muwon — Sat, 04 Aug 2012 12:24:15 GMT

→ love over time | PG13 | yunho/jaejoong
→ chaptered (3/?)
→ a passionate affair that transcends through time. (a story based from the book; The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger)
→ DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and this fic is based from a popular book so some scenes and dialogues might be similar.

August 3, 2000

(Yunho- 30 / Jaejoong- 14)

The next time Yunho met the younger version of his fiancé, he was not there He was on the clearing on the expected time, but Jaejoong was nowhere to be found. School was probably still on-going, and so he make use of his time, wading through the plants, wearing the clothes Jaejoong prepared for him and eating the thoughtful set of snacks laid on the picnic blanket. How the young boy managed to get all of these out of the house without getting interrogated by his parents, Yunho will never know.

It was late summer and the whole meadow was blue and orange with flowers growing profoundly everywhere. He eventually fell asleep on the blanket, waiting. When he woke up, the sun was already setting and Jaejoong was sitting next to him, reading a book. His smile was brighter than the sunshine, Yunho thought idly. “Rise and shine, time to get up!”

Groaning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, “Hello, Jaejoong. What’s the date?”

“August 3, 2000.”

Ah so he was right, Jaejoong was now in his prepubescent days. A strange and difficult age but not as difficult as what he was going through in the present. Yunho yawned a lot and surmised he wasn’t fully awake yet. He requested for fresh brewed coffee and it wasn’t surprising when Jaejoong gave him a confused look. He only began to like coffee when they started living together.

“I don’t know how to make coffee.” Jaejoong pouted, considering it as if it was such a new substance or something.

Yunho batted his eyelashes, “Pretty please?”

Rolling his eyes yet aiming to please, Jaejoong stood up and dusted off the back of his pants. “Okay, I’ll try.” He slowly made his way back to the house. Yunho’s eyes observed the certain body changes during the past couple of years he missed. Though a bit lanky, he was becoming more and more beautiful. In order to keep his thoughts about Jaejoong’s youthful body go astray, he picked up the book on the ground and read a bit of it. He didn’t even reach the climactic part when Jaejoong returned with cups, a thermos and some scones. He looked absolutely adorable and Yunho fought the urge to run his hands through his midnight hair, which fell gently around his face.

“Thank you.” He received the offered beverage and food. He poured himself a cup and drank. “Whoa! Oh god, that’s like a rocket fuel!” he shook his head violently at the strong taste bouncing around his palate.

“Too strong?” Jaejoong asked with a wince, feeling quite depressed. Yunho quickly tried to compliment him.

“Well… there’s no such thing as too strong but this is pretty strong.” He took a sip again, slowly beginning to enjoy the bitter taste. “I like it. Did you make it?”

Nodding, Jaejoong still looked unconvinced. “My sister was bothering me while I was making it… so I guess I did something wrong.”

“No, it’s fine.” He really didn’t mind. Jaejoong always made his coffee a bit more potent than usual anyway. The thought of the younger Jaejoong making coffee for him made it all better.

The younger boy grabbed a cup and tasted his own brew, only to spat it out and wince visibly at the taste in disgust. “Ew, is it supposed to taste like this? Disgusting!”

Yunho chuckled, “It’s supposed to be milder. You like your coffee with lots of cream and sugar.”

“That’s not fair.”

Unsure of what he did to upset the young boy, Yunho sipped his coffee and frowned. “What?”

Jaejoong crossed his arms and glared, “You can’t tell that I like my coffee that way before I hardly even taste it. How am I supposed to figure that on my own now? I like it now because you told me about my preference.”

“Jaejoongie, it’s just your personal taste. You’ll be able to figure that out on how you like your coffee whether I say anything or not. And besides, you’ve been bugging me to tell you something about the future, haven’t you?”

“The future is different from being told what I like.” Jaejoong insisted.

“It’s all about free-will. You can like what you like without everybody’s opinion about it.” Yunho watched as the boy took of his shoes and settled neatly on the blanket. They ate the doughnuts in silence, allowing the previous argument to wallow and dissipate.

“You said you didn’t want to alter history.”

Yunho couldn’t help but smile when Jaejoong placed his foot on his lap. The raven-head laughed as Yunho’s cold hands grazed the very pink and clean side. “I don’t. I’m telling you something that in unalterable.”

“Why do you always make sense?” Jaejoong sighed, a little soft that meant ‘I don’t want to fight anymore’.

“Because I’m from the future.” Briefly, he saw the untouched book next to Jaejoong’s head. “Nice choice of book to read by the way. You like that author a lot.”

Jaejoong laughed it off this time. Wiggling his toes at him, “You’re doing it again!”

“What?” Yunho questioned, feigning bafflement.

“Telling me what I like…” The pair of huge-doe-like eyes settled on him, as if there was a hidden message speaking in volumes to him mentally. Yunho could only stare back, and without thinking, place both of Jaejoong’s feet on his shoulders. It was only a few minutes that it occurred to him how the position looked too sexual. He quickly removed it and settled on the spot next to the giggling boy.

“Yunho?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

Turning his head, Jaejoong gazed into the older man’s eyes, loving the play of light all around the handsome profile.

“For existing.”

And it took quite an immense of strength not to cry in front of him right there and then. Yunho swallowed the thick lump in his throat as he reached down to interlace his hand around Jaejoong’s. He was the first… and the last person who would always appreciate him for what he is.

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f: save me

muwon — Fri, 27 Jul 2012 16:29:27 GMT

→ save me | PG13 | yunho/yoochun | 2,761wc
→ Yoochun once saved Yunho from his personal darkness. Yunho returns the gesture with his own act of kindness. (kind of... based from One Tree Hill? Yunho as Lucas and Yoochun as Peyton)
→ fanfic for paprika (late birthday present) ;;

When Yoochun first met Yunho, they were at someone’s party. He heard so much about the infamous half-brother before but he never got the chance to meet him, much less talk to him. Jihoon hated his half-brother and he didn’t want any of the people within his social circle associating with him. And so, for almost a few months of dating the famous high school quarterback, Yoochun steered away from Yunho as if he had the plague.

Unfortunately, fate wasn’t on his side all the time and the two eventually ended up meeting each other in the hallways, libraries, classrooms and even during after school activities.

Yunho joined the art club a few months ago. Both were only separated by a thin wall and most of the time; only the two of them remain there for more than an hour or two, or until Jihoon picked him up.

It took about a week before Yunho chanced to man-up and talk to him all on his own.

“That’s… really good.”

Yoochun looked up, eyes widening at the sight of the taller brunet behind him, judging the comic-layout he had drawn on the table. “Thanks.”

Yunho smile and it was so soft that Yoochun had to stare at it for more than a few seconds. “Are you going to have it published on the school paper?”

Shaking his head, Yoochun turned his head to observe the unfinished masterpiece, “I don’t know… but if I can make it to the deadline, maybe I will.” The newspaper needed a comic artist and this was the first time he’s trying out for something. Since his health wasn’t up to par, he's not qualified enough to join any kind of sports activities. Having an open opportunity to actually contribute something to the school activities, Yoochun immediately took the chance and joined.

“I’m sure Hara wouldn’t think twice to accept it.” With that said, Yunho gave a small wave and went on his way home.

Yoochun didn’t know why, but the small gesture and words of encouragement definitely inspired him to finish the last frame.

**

When he showed the finished comic strip to his asshole of a boyfriend, it narrowed down to a nasty argument. Jihoon called it a waste of time and told him that he should just focus on more important things.

Yoochun splashed his cup of coke on his face and walked away.

Their relationship was on the rocks; whatever feelings of affection they had for each other were dwindling and Yoochun could feel it. And besides, Jihoon had been taking tutorial classes with that know-it-all, Lisa Stanford, every after school. The time they have for each other was slowly diminishing into nothingness.

The next time Yunho found him, he was sitting on the bench outside the cafeteria. He offered him pieces of fresh strawberries, which Yoochun took reluctantly and popped into his mouth.

“It’s strange to see you here.” Yunho remarked as he leaned back against the bench and stared afar.

Still chewing, Yoochun narrowed his eyes at the other man and studied him silently. He didn’t know why he was so intrigued by Jihoon’s half-brother and why they seemed to run into each other during the appropriate moments.

“How so?” he finally asked after quite some time of chewing the piece of fruit into pieces.

Yunho offered strawberries and happily watched as Yoochun took another piece. “I always see you in the lion’s den. Don’t get me wrong but,” scratching the back of his head, Yunho sheepishly confessed, “I always thought you didn’t belong there. You looked uncomfortable to say the least.”

The wind blew stronger, tousling both of their hair in different directions. Yet, for the first time in so many years, Yoochun didn’t care about his appearance. He especially enjoyed the way Yunho struggled to keep his hair in place. He was pretty sure his own wasn’t picture-perfect either.

“Is that what you think?” A tip of the head, an uncomfortable cough, a stern awkwardness spreading.

Looking around the field, Yunho took his time to answer. He mustered the courage to set his eyes on the budding artist. “Am I wrong?”

“It’s wrong to assume.” Yoochun suddenly gathered his things and stuffed them inside his bag. Yunho looked particularly stricken at his sudden departure.

“Look I’m sorry—”

Yoochun closed his eyes briefly before he turned on his heels to face the other man, “It’s fine. Just… mind your own business.” Before he could make his escape, a hand shot forward and halted him from taking another step. Yunho was suddenly in front of him, towering over him and Yoochun just stood there, unable to speak.

“He’s not worth it.” Given that lunch break was over, Yunho left him a fleeting smile before he hurried to catch his next class on the third floor.

Yoochun could only watch his retreating back from afar as the last few words remained embedded within his head.

**

It was more than a couple of weeks of silence and ignorance. For some reason, he hadn’t seen Yunho around, not even in the Arts department where they usually hang-out on the remaining hours after school. He did try to look for him, but it was becoming difficult since Jihoon was beginning to notice the tension between the two of them.

On Jihoon’s 20th birthday, Yoochun decided that the guy was no more than a douche bag. He saw him leave with that slut of a tutor of his frequently, which didn’t sit so well with him considering that they were still in a relationship. It also didn’t help the fact that Lisa was also invited and now had been mooning her way into their group of friends. Too annoyed to deal with every load of bull thrown his way, Yoochun pushed the porch’s back door and sat on the swing. He looked like a sulking kid, denied of his usual candy-fix and he didn’t give a damn. Jihoon tried to coax him to go inside and let loose, yet he remained adamantly seated on the chair, kicking the swing back and forth with his thin legs lightly.

“I saw your comic-strip today.”

Yoochun jumped a little at the unexpected presence of his soon to be ex-boyfriend’s half-brother. Yunho had that usual cocky grin on his face, sending a sudden rush of relief and thrill within his whole being. He didn’t realize how much he missed Yunho’s constant bravado until then.

“You did a great job.” Standing in front of him, Yunho dug his hands deep inside his pocket, masking his face with that kind of expression Yoochun wanted to hit with his fist. He can be so damn annoying and adorable at the same time that Yoochun’s always end up hating himself and his fickle mind.

“It's not exactly a masterpiece.”

“Stop demeaning your skills.” Yunho fixed him with a condescending glare, “Your art matters.”

Eyes narrowing dangerously, Yoochun contemplated whether he should hit him or not. “So, all it takes for you to speak to me is to have that comic published?”

Yunho looked critical for a moment, “I thought you wanted me out of your space.”

“I never said that.”

Taking the few remaining steps, Yunho almost answered in a whisper, “I felt it.”

Yoochun swallowed thickly as he watched the taller man stoop low and sit right in front of him. Now at eye-level, it was easy to tell that Yunho wasn’t here to judge him… or to make fun of his life choices. He was here because he sincerely wanted to.

“What do you want me to do?” he queried, almost sounding desperate for something unknown.

The brunet shook his head in response, “It’s not a matter of what I want… what do you want to do?”

As he conjured words in his head how to answer such a despicably difficult question, Yunho was momentarily distracted at what was occurring inside the house. Confused at the sudden rage spreading like a wildfire on Yunho’s face, Yoochun turned around and was shocked to find the old video playing on the TV.

Apparently, Jihoon found an old VHS tape of his dad and Yunho’s mom during Prom night, making promises in front of the camera about staying together for an eternity. It was a huge blow, considering the fact that Yunho’s mother ended up to be the mistress while Jihoon’s mother, the best friend whom their dad cheated on, ended up marrying the good for nothing man.

Betrayed at the humiliation yet smart enough to avoid confrontation, Yunho stormed out of the house, leaving the ugly taunts of an ignorant crowd.

It was then that Yoochun decided to finally break it off with the ever so cruel Jung Jihoon. He should’ve done it earlier… when he threw the newspaper away, telling him how his art won’t contribute anything to the world.

“Hey,” Yoochun called out, ignoring the fact that he successfully gained everyone’s attention in the room. “What the hell, Jihoon?”

Jihoon sneered, “He deserved it… and I saw you two back at the porch. Since when did you start hanging-out with that piece of shit?”

“You disgust me.” He replied with full contempt and unwavering anger.

The taller man even had the gall to put his arms around him, drawing him into a supposedly seductive embrace. “If you’re looking for some stress relief, I’m all yours, babe.”

“If you’re looking for a black eye, it’s in my fist.” A punch on the face followed by the silence of the room ended everything that night.

**

The unexpected news came to him like a gut-wrenching ride on a rollercoaster. It felt like there was a huge cotton ball in his mouth, drying and choking him up to a point of insanity. Life actually felt like sunshine and rainbows when he woke-up this morning, determined to finally give in and provide himself a bit of happiness.

But the image of Yunho kissing Jaejoong, his best friend, on the hallway forever burned his vision, his mentality… and his heart. How did it happen? He didn’t even know Jaejoong knew Yunho and that the two were dating.

So all the ambiguous hints and hopes Yunho had been giving him… had all been a lie. And he just had to find out right after the ugly break-up with Jihoon.

It was all Yoochun thought about all throughout that morning, barely understanding the mathematical equations written on the board. He desperately wanted to go home and curl into a ball. Just when he was about to bolt out of his second period, Jaejoong flourished him with his presence, smiling like a fool in love.

Maybe because he was.

As if his day wasn’t enough shitty as it was, Jaejoong began gushing about Yunho this, Yunho that, Yunho the most perfect man on earth diatribe.

Nodding absently, Yoochun considered ending his friendship with Jaejoong for a moment. But then again, he was one of the few remaining true friends he had… after that brawl with Jihoon; he lost the entire asinine bunch of people following the jock around.

“I hate you.” He muttered against his knuckles.

“Did you say something?” Jaejoong was too caught up in his own cloud nine to hear properly, much to Yoochun’s relief.

“Nothing.” Thankfully, the professor chose to appear on time.

**

The burn of nicotine through his lungs and out of the pharynx calmed him like no other. Nursing a stick between his fingers, Yoochun leaned against the alleyway of an empty building, masking him from the critical eye. He looked up and smiled a little at the clear blue skies. It was perfect, so much so that he almost wished he was some other place, napping underneath it.

“Yoochun.” Yunho called out, suddenly popping out on the corner.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, hardly sparing Yunho the attention he wanted. A thin veil of smoke surpassed his lips, to which the taller man dissolved with a wave of his hand.

Yunho grabbed the cigarette and threw it on the ground, stepping on it twice. Attention successfully caught, Yoochun straightened up with an exaggerated groan of disapproval.

“I heard what happened.” Yunho started carefully, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

‘I wanted to but you were sucking faces with my friend.’ Still avoiding Yunho’s worried gaze, Yoochun fixed his crumpled tee. “What did I tell you about minding your own business?”

Eyebrows rising, Yunho drew the smaller man’s attention with a quick grab of Yoochun’s arm. “I thought you said—”

“Look,” Licking his lips nervously, Yoochun finally mustered the confidence to look into Yunho’s eyes. As predicted, he suddenly felt weakness spreading from the tips of his toes and up to his knees. Yunho and his goddamn good looking face was a fine distraction. “I appreciate the concern, man. I really do. But we can’t… we can’t keep on doing this. You’re with Jaejoong now. He’s my best friend. If there’s a word that would describe him, that would be possessive. If you keep on seeing me like this, he won’t like it and we might end up losing him at the same time.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Yunho asked with unmasked annoyance. “Jaejoong is...”

“Leave me alone.” Yoochun retracted his hand as if Yunho's touch scorched him.

“No.”

“Damn it, Yunho!”

“I'm not... I can't do that, okay? How will I get it through that thick head of yours?”

Heady from the sudden closeness and Yunho's unmistakable scent, Yoochun lifted his chin and glared, at least tried to glare. Face fire red, Yoochun chocked almost in his own spit when he was pulled into an embrace he had been dreaming for days. His eyes immediately zoned on that attractive mole above Yunho's lips.

“I told you, your art matters to me. Did you understand what I was trying to say?” Yoochun shook his head. “Your art... it's what got me here.”

Confused, the shorter male queried, “What do you mean?”

“I was suffering from depression a year ago. You know how it is with my family… sort of.” taking in a shuddering breath, Yunho pressed Yoochun closer and it relieved him when Yoochun simply melted against him. “I saw this monochromatic drawing you submitted last year's Art fair. Do you remember?”

It was a simple picture of a group of people dressed in black and white suits with one figure standing out wearing a bright red shirt. A huge 'They are not you' text imprinted all over the image. Yunho didn't know why, but when he saw that picture, he felt as if tons of bricks were lifted off of his chest. “I was ready to quit back then... if it weren't for you, I would have done something stupid...”

With the pretext of actual thoughts of suicide, Yoochun unconsciously clung harder to the body of a man that might've been gone.

“We saved each other.”

Yunho chuckled, “Somebody's got to.”

He didn't know how it happened or who started it, but Yoochun suddenly found himself pressed against the brick wall with Yunho's soft lips smack dab on his. His lungs burned at the lack of air yet he couldn't find it in himself to push the man away and end the play of their tongues.

“I may be a prick but I'm not a cheater.” Yoochun hissed at the sound of their lips separating. “Jaejoong, he's...”

“We're not together.”

“But I saw you...”

“He came up with this plan and I didn't think it would actually work.”

“What?”

“We'll talk about it later.” Carding long fingers through dark, curly fringes, Yunho moved to entrap him with his mouth made of wonders. “I want to kiss you again.”

Yoochun was not one to complain.

**

“Why did you lie to me?”

Jaejoong blew-off imaginary lint off his shoulder, “Because by the time you notice what's in front of you, that person might end up dating your androgynous best friend in the end.” he flashed him a cheeky smile, “I'm such a great friend, yes?”

“With or without your meddling, I was already planning to confess to him this morning...” Yoochun rolled his eyes and relented, “...ok fine, you are the greatest.” he sat down on the chair next to the conniving blond, dropping the thick calculus book on the table.

“We wouldn't work-out anyway.”

Yoochun looked at him in a peculiar manner, “What?”

With a flash of a bittersweet smile, Jaejoong pretends to drown himself in mathematical theorems, swallowing the huge lump of heartbreak down his throat.

end

f: chunker

muwon — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 03:19:28 GMT

→ chunker | R | yunho/yoochun | 1,150wc
→ In which Yoochun is pregnant and Yunho's the baby-daddy. (fanfic for paprika)

It was on a Tuesday when Yoochun found out that he was pregnant. It was a couple of weeks after that when his high-school secret boyfriend, Yunho, found out. It was very unfortunate when he could no longer hide the urge to throw-up his guts out every morning, the frequent need to pee every fifteen minutes and the unwanted emotional sensitivity. The bloating of his stomach could no longer be hidden by loose-shirts and beer-belly excuses. Not to mention, the excessive need of sleeping all throughout afternoon.

At first, Yunho thought, they should’ve used condoms. But then again, something like that shouldn’t matter (both of them are faithful and clean after all) since, the last time he checked, Park Yoochun is a man. Despite of the effeminate features and milky-white skin, he still has the proper anatomy for a person who is NOT a woman.

So what the hell happened here?

Second, Yunho thought, the pregnancy could explain why he had to sneak out of bedroom at three in the morning just to look for gold kiwi fruits and deliver them to Yoochun before the sun rises.

Third, he also noticed how his usually petite-eating boyfriend looked like he started to have a love affair with all things carb. He wondered where all the Mac n’ cheese were going and now he surmised that the baby was eating half of it.

Their baby.

“I can’t breathe!” Yoochun yapped when Yunho hugged him tight out of happiness. He was going to be a father!

“I-I’m sorry,” Yunho looked so bright and excited. He looked like a puppy waiting for his master to chunk the ball across the field or something. “But wow… we’re having a baby!”

Nodding, Yoochun patted his baby-daddy on the head. “Yeah, I just wished we’re not in high school.”

That statement felt like a dip in ice-cold water. They’re both eighteen, graduating in a few months. It was not exactly ideal to knock-up your boyfriend of three years before the University exams.

**

As expected, their parents were furious. Yunho’s parents were a little more fuming than Yoochun’s and it was one of the scariest moments of the teenager boys’ lives. Fortunately, none of them wanted to have the child aborted. Maybe Yunho’s father did but his mother right away slapped the back of his head and told him the beauty of pregnancy, even down to the nasty details.

Yoochun’s father didn’t want anything with his future son-in-law but he was willing to support his eldest son and future grandchild as long as he promised to get into a good university.

They were semi-accepted and that was all they needed.

**

A few days later, Yoochun finally moved into Yunho’s apartment. The initial signs finally dwindled but the mood swings and unusual food cravings were still there. Yunho was always a tired heap on the bed every night. Apart from his baby-daddy duties, he also had School-President duties to accomplish. Sometimes, he would find Yoochun cuddled up against him, crying his heart out. The side of his neck was pretty much wet from tears and probably snot.

“What’s wrong?” He would ask, rubbing comforting circles on his lover’s back.

Yoochun sniffed, “I’m sorry.”

Yunho hummed, “Don’t be.” He turned slightly around and lifted Yoochun’s face, smiling at the reddened eyes and wet streaks on his puffed cheeks. He looked nothing but adorable. “I want to do this so don’t think you’re forcing me to slave around or anything.” He leaned forward, tucked a stray wavy hair behind the ear and kissed the puckered pair of lips, “I love you.”

Nodding silently, Yoochun replied, a little calmer, “I love you too.” They kissed again but this time with much fervour. It’s been awhile since the last time they had sex and Yunho was all the more happy when he got to slid his hands underneath the loose t-shirt his boyfriend was wearing. He was all too happy to notice that he didn’t wear any pants. The tip of his finger slid cautiously around the pucker of Yoochun’s hole, contemplating whether to insert them or not.

Yoochun pulled away with a guttural moan, shamelessly rubbing himself against Yunho’s pyjama-clad thigh. “Make love to me.” His gaze was hot and piercing through half-lidded eyes and Yunho wanted nothing but to devour him.

“But the baby—”

“You won’t hurt me, us.” Yoochun rasped, loving how after months of celibacy, there’s a finger moving in and out inside of him. It was glorious.

“But—”

“Get in me, now.”

All further protests were futile as his very much pregnant lover straddled him, pulled his pyjama pants down to his knees and worked himself down his rigid cock.

“Yes!” Yoochun hissed happily, closing his eyes tightly at the feel of the painful yet pleasurable breach stretching him by the second.

Yunho looked up and groaned at the way Yoochun’s long, wavy-hair framed his lover’s face. “Fuck, I love you so much!” were the last few coherent words he said before he began thrusting in and out while Yoochun’s hips met him downwards. Wanting to see the bump he loved so much, Yunho sat up and took off Yoochun’s shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.

He was beautiful.

It didn’t take long before Yoochun felt the familiar coiling feeling at the pit of his belly. It had been so long he was touched so intimately that a mere thrust in him and a twist of his nipples had him coming all over Yunho’s chest. He wasn’t normally loud when they’re making love but at that time, Yoochun cried out at every spurt of come coming out of the top of his cock.

Yunho had never seen such an arousing sight before and pretty soon, he was ejaculating within the tightening channel around him. Pumping once, twice, his mouth fell slack and a silent scream surpassed his lips.

After breathing the right amount of air they needed for their burning lungs, Yoochun laid next to him while he carefully dislodged himself. They shared a wet kiss before exhaustion took over, and Yunho was more than glad to sleep with Yoochun’s baby bump pressing against his side.

**

“You really don’t look pregnant, just… chubby—like you’ve gained some weight.”

“Great, so you think I’m a chunker.”

Yunho wished he didn’t take Kim Jaejoong, his school-club VP home that day because the damn boy didn’t know when to filter his mouth.

“What? I was just telling the truth.” Jaejoong blinked owlishly at him while Yoochun was at the far corner of the kitchen, sobbing while stuffing his mouth with a mix of cereal and strawberry ice cream.

Yunho kicked him outside right away. Literally.

After that was done, he sauntered back to the kitchen and back-hugged his still crying-mess of a lover. “You’re still beautiful to me.”

Yunho’s words were all that Yoochun needed.

end

f: love over time

muwon — Sun, 17 Jun 2012 05:09:16 GMT

→ love over time | PG13 | yunho/jaejoong
→ chaptered (2/?)
→ a passionate affair that transcends through time. (a story based from the book; The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger)
→ DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and this fic is based from a popular book so some scenes and dialogues might be similar.

October 5, 1998

( Yunho- 26 / Jaejoong- 12 )

Yunho and Jaejoong were playing Janggi, a popular strategic board game similar to chess when the conversation escalated to their music preference. While Yunho preferred the timeless pop music of Michael Jackson, Jaejoong decided that he liked music heavy focus on guitars, bass and drums.

“Why do you like Michael Jackson?”

“Because he shines regardless of time.”

“But isn’t he—” Jaejoong left the sentence hanging, unsure if he should mention the recent lawsuit Yunho’s idol was in at the moment. It was such a delicate topic among the people who worshiped the King of Pop.

Yunho looked at him quietly before shrugging his shoulders, “Yeah, well at least he’s the type of artist who continues to grow as a person and as a singer despite of the rumors floating around.” When the boy didn’t say anything to refute him, Yunho returned the question. “Who’s the singer you admire the most?”

Jaejoong smiled shyly, “I like Kurt Cobain.”

Yunho wrinkled his nose, “His grunge took the fun out of Rock ‘n Roll.”

Brows drawn together, Jaejoong moved one of his horses, aiming to entrap him. “Is that bad?”

Tread carefully, Yunho told himself inwardly as he chose the right words to answer. “Not in my time since rock’s becoming brighter.”

“Brighter?” Jaejoong almost laughingly said, keeping his smile from splitting his face into two.

Ignoring the hint of sarcasm in the other’s voice, Yunho jumped one of his cannon’s forward. “Why do you like him?”

“He’s beautiful.” Jaejoong said. There’s something about the way he said it that made Yunho feel strange and fuming mad. “Did you know that he befriended a homosexual student when he was in high school and suffered from bullying because of it?” his eyes twinkled in mirth, “He’s not gay, but he wished he was so he could piss off homophobes.” Being a boy who only recently discovered he liked boys more than girls, Jaejoong found a whole new respect to the infamous rock star.

Yunho studied the board and it occurred to him that Jaejoong could checkmate him if he took his elephant with his horse. He huffed noncommittally, afraid that he’d blurt out a jealous diatribe. He couldn’t believe he’s jealous of a singer who passed away.

“Who do you like?” Jaejoong asked a moment after. It only dawned on him that his chances of winning this game were higher than expected. Yunho wasn’t kidding when he said he was awful at this game.

You, Yunho thought but he didn’t say. “You mean when I was your age?”

“Yeah.” The young boy was smiling mischievously.

Yunho shook his head. “Nobody. At twelve I had so much stuff to think about.” He said, subtly referring to his constant time travelling at a young age. “But I used to have this huge crush on my neighbor, Sunye.” He remembered her sunny disposition and eye smiles. And of course the hot pants she used to wear every summer.

Jaejoong looked annoyed. “Why did you like her?”

“I don’t know… probably the hormones at that time since she’s the prettiest girl in the vicinity.” He absolutely enjoyed the murderous look on Jaejoong’s face. Oh, if only he knew the truth.

“Are you still friends with her?”

“Nope. She moved to Busan, got married and had kids.” That statement surely killed the root of jealousy and soon, Jaejoong was clapping his hands for winning his game.

“Checkmate!”

“Bravo!” Yunho tipped his head forward, “You are the janggi King.”

“I told you I’m good at this.” Jaejoong declared with so much pride, his cheeks colouring pink from half-embarrassment. “Let’s play again?”

Consulting his non-existent watch, Yunho humored him by saying, “I’ve got some time before I disappear.” They played again for the next fifteen minutes and the progress was quite rapid this time compared to the first game.

“Who do you like now?” Jaejoong queried in the midst of moving one of his soldiers.

“Hm…” Yunho scrutinized the other. Was twelve too young? Sure it was. And a twelve-year-old version of his husband better fantasize about unattainable rock stars than to have to pine over Yunho, the time traveler geezer.”

“Are you married?”

“Yes.” He admitted reluctantly.

“To who?”

“A very beautiful, talented and patient person.”

His face fell. “Oh.” Jaejoong picked up one of his elephants, which he managed to capture two moves ago. “That’s… nice” he seemed kind of put out by this news.

Yunho felt his chest constrict at the look of forlorn on Jaejoong’s youthful face. “What’s wrong?”

Without looking up at him, Jaejoong shrugged his shoulders, “Nothing.” After a couple of moves, he surreptitiously inquired, “Am I married?”

“You know I can’t tell you anything.” He said, meeting his glare.

“I just want to know if I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life.”

“You’re a monk.” The older man teased.

Jaejoong shuddered, “I hope not.” he made a face when his cannon was taken away. “How did you meet your spouse?”

“Top secret information.” Yunho noticed how Jaejoong was beginning to lose all of his soldiers. He then decided to move his Chariot.

“It’s unfair that you know everything about me but you never tell me anything about you and your life.”

Yunho tried to look regretful and patronizing. “True. But I can’t do anything about it and you know that.” For the next few minutes, they concentrated more on the board. Things were looking grim for red.

“Yunho-hyung, are you really a person?”

The older man was clearly taken aback, “What else would I be?”

Biting his lower lip, Jaejoong looked up and met his eyes, telling him sincerely, “A ghost?”

Rolling his eyes, Yunho retaliated, “I’m a real person, Jaejoong-ah.”

“People do not appear and disappear the way you do. You’re like the Cheshire cat.”

“Are you implying that I’m a fictional character?” Yunho spotted the perfect move. Now Jaejoong can take his guard but he will lose his general in the process. He looked aptly at the way Jaejoong stuck out his tongue while deep in thought.

“I wonder if fairy tales are real too.” He suddenly shoots up from his seat and began walking around. His but fell asleep from sitting for nearly an hour and a half and he needed to exercise it a bit.

“Maybe they are but yet to be proven.” Yup, Yunho will definitely win this one judging from the sparse amount of red all over the board.

Jaejoong sat down again and stared at the time traveler in wonder. “You still haven’t proven if you’re real.”

“Neither have you.”

“Do you ever wonder if I’m real?” Jaejoong asked, sounding quite astounded.

Yunho nodded, “Sometimes I wonder if this is all just a dream.” Not only has this made him wonder but the other circumstances of him leaping through time. He chuckled when Jaejoong stretched out his arm and ordered him to pinch him so he would wake-up.

Frowning, the prepubescent boy caressed the reddening spot on his arm. “You pinch like my grandmother and that should definitely wake me up.” Well, there goes his dreaming theory.

“Well, I don’t feel like a ghost or a fictional character.”

The conversation lulled and the two suddenly found themselves concentrating all the more on the minimal pieces on the board. Yunho finally cornered Jaejoong’s general and then he was declared at the winner. He rejoiced a little too much over that since he had been constantly beaten by the future version of his Jaejoong.

He will make sure that his husband would remember this monumental moment once he returned back to his present time.

“Are you married to a time traveler too?” the boy softly asked.

“Oh, no. And thank god for that.”

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous, Jaejoong-ah. Imagine having the whole family time traveling constantly in different years. Not all of them are pleasant, mind you.” Swallowing thickly, Yunho rubbed an imaginary stain on his father-in-law’s shirt. “One time traveler is enough.”

“Ah I bet your spouse worries about you a lot.”

“Yes…” Yunho’s gaze lowered, looking almost regretful. “I wonder what that person is doing right now, in 2012. Maybe still asleep and unaware that I’m gone.”

“Do you love that person?”

“Very much,” Yunho whispered. They lay silently side by side, watching the swaying trees and the bright blue sky. There was a sniffing sound next to him that startled him out of his reverie. Glancing at Jaejoong he was surprised to find him crying silently, the tears streaming downwards his ears. Yunho sat up and leaned over him, “What’s wrong, Jaejoong-ah?” when he just shook his head petulantly, Yunho gathered him into his arms and tried to comfort the distraught boy. “Shh… come on, tell me what’s wrong?”

When he spoke, it came out really soft that Yunho had to ask him to repeat it.

“I was hoping that maybe… you were married to me.”

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f: love over time

muwon — Thu, 07 Jun 2012 17:05:33 GMT

→ love over time | PG13 | yunho/jaejoong
→ chaptered (1/?)
→ a passionate affair that transcends through time. (a story based from the book; The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger)
→ DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and this fic is based from a popular book so some scenes and dialogues might be similar.

May 12, 1996

( Yunho- 28 / Jaejoong- 6 )

“There’s blood all over your forehead.”

“Well… I guess so. You did throw a shoe at me.”

There, stood a few feet away from him, underneath the crisp apple trees, was his husband. Only he’s a bit twenty years short of age, yet despite of it all, he could tell the feeble traces of facial distinction. Standing naked in front of his own beloved wouldn’t have been a crime… if only he was old enough to appreciate it.

Sometimes this happens. He would travel way far back, noticing the lack of the usual clothes laid out for him to wear. As what he had expected, this was supposed to be their first meeting and what an uneventful meeting it was! While he was naked as the day he was born, his husband, Jaejoong, looked absolutely adorable in his school uniform, white knee-high socks and black penny loafers.

As he hid himself behind the tree, Jaejoong bursts out of nowhere, playing with his favorite toy plane, pretending to be the valiant pilot of sorts. Hearing the rustling of leaves he accidentally swished with his bare feet, Jaejoong’s initial reaction was to suspect it was one of his pestering sisters and then threw one of his shoes at the intruder of his silent sanctuary.

That would explain the bleeding spot on his head and the look of terror on the six-year old child.

He suddenly missed his very much legal version of Jaejoong.

“Who are you?” Jaejoong queried, his voice shaking from fright. Now he was starting to get scared too.

“Yunho. My name is Yunho, Jaejoong. I won’t hurt you and I wish you would stop throwing stuff at me.” He eyed the small pebble the little boy managed to clutch warily.

Pursing his lips and scrunching up his nose cutely, Jaejoong glowered. Some habits just never die. “Give my shoe back and why do you know me? Why are you hiding behind the tree?” He quickly shuffled to get his shoe when Yunho threw it back to him, holding it up like a gun.

Clearing his throat, the older man replied, “I’m hiding because I have no clothes on and I’m embarrassed. I came from a faraway place and I’m really hungry. I don’t know anyone in this place and now I’m bleeding.”

“Where are you from and why do you know my name?” Jaejoong had no plans of relenting. His mother told him to never trust strangers… much less an older and naked stranger.

With the vow to be truthful in any circumstances, Yunho answered with nothing but the truth. “I’m a Time Traveler and I came from the future. You and I are friends in the future, Jaejoong-ah.”

Unconvinced, the little boy resolutely stood on guard, “That only happens in the movies.”

“Er… that’s what we want you to believe.”

“Why?”

Scratching the back of his chestnut colored hair, Yunho explained with lengthy patience. “Because Time Travelers don’t want to mess things up for Themselves. Human beings are naturally curious creatures. Once they find out about us, they’d bother us for eternity.” Peering high above the trees, he said as an afterthought, “Think of it this way. When your sister Heebon found your pet gecko and announced it to the rest of your sisters, didn’t they all crowd over the little guy, wanting to play with it?” His analogy seemed to work since Jaejoong visibly chewed on it.

“Come out.”

“I need to get dressed first… say, can I loan your beach towel?”

Jaejoong picked it up and threw it at the strange man. Yunho wrapped it around himself, grimacing at the pink and yellow patterns on it. Perfect outfit when you meet your future husband for the first time. He walked out into the clearing and sat on the rock with much dignity as possible.

Jaejoong stood as far as he could, still clutching his shoe like a lifeline.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. Why would I do that?”

“Nobody can time travel so stop lying.” Jaejoong persisted on being stubborn.

“Santa time travels.” Yunho retaliated matter-of-factly.

“Santa is magic and you are not Santa.”

“So that means I’m not magic? Sheesh, you’re one tough customer, Jaejoongie.”

That seemed to hit a nerve. “Don’t call me that, you don’t know me enough.”

“Oh but I do. You’re Kim Jaejoong, born in January 26, 1986. Your parents are the most wonderful people in the world and you have nine annoying sisters. That was according to you of course but I think half of them are at least lovely. Heebon is my favorite.” Speaking of the favorite sister-in-law, she was bound to visit them sometime this week… in his present time, and he began to wonder if she arrived already. Jaejoong sure could use some company while he was gone.

“Just because you know things doesn’t mean you’re from the future.”

With a light shrug, Yunho replied, “You can sit there and watch me disappear.” This was one of the most poignant details Jaejoong relayed on him on their first meeting. He would never forget it because he thought it was impressive.

Jaejoong shifted from foot to foot, biting his lower lip thoughtfully. “Do you know Santa?”

“Personally, no.” he quickly changed the topic by asking Jaejoong for some bandages. Surprisingly, he did have one in his pocket. A child who was danger to himself, that’s what his parents dubbed Jaejoong. For his safety, they always made him carry a band aid around.

Unable to contain his curiosity and excitement towards meeting an actual Time Traveler, Jaejoong began to forget that Yunho could be a dangerous stranger. He sat next to him a little closer and asked the silliest questions a kid could ask. It narrowed down to the conversation regarding if Yunho was actually a pirate or not. Jaejoong was so pleased with the idea of Yunho being a pirate that he hardly noticed the way Yunho’s form starting to fade.

“It’s okay, Jaejoong-ah.” Yunho smiled at the little boy who had his eyes widening every passing second. “I hope you don’t mind but, can you bring me some of your dad’s old clothes next time? Don’t get me wrong, I adore this towel of yours, but I usually prefer to wear pants.”

“So… we’re going to see each other again?” Jaejoong chirped.

“Yes.” Yunho quickly picked up a rock and scribbled on the larger boulder he used to be sitting on.

‘Thursday, September 1993 after dinner.’

Yunho’s vision was beginning to blur, “You can’t tell anyone. It’s our secret, okay?”

Tipping his head on the side, Jaejoong asked, “Why?”

“I can’t tell. I have to go now.” He reached out to ruffle the soft, downy, raven tresses. He always loved Jaejoong’s original hair color and he wished he would stop dyeing his hair so much. “It was nice to meet you.” He tipped his head in a small bow and as Jaejoong mimicked him, he vanished.

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f: fallback

muwon — Fri, 04 May 2012 16:17:51 GMT

→ fallback | R | yunho/jaejoong | 852wc
→ a fairytale romance turned sour. (inspired by this song.)

Sleeping in the same cold bed had been a growing habit. Ironic how it wasn't warm when there's another naked body occupying it.

Watching the wide expanse of his back moving as he breathed in his sleep, you sat up carefully, determined not to disturb the other man's sleep.

You couldn't sleep a wink. Never had. His presence turned you into a statue and it's so fucking depressing.

The bed feels warmer when you slept alone and it dawned on you how it will never be the same between the two of you.

The memory of your first meeting caused your eyes to cloud over. You were all so innocent back then with dreams as big as the world, possibly the entire universe. And when you did achieve the dream you both aspired, everything fell apart.

He chose them over you.

You will always be the supporting role.

Nothing more, nothing less.

It almost feels like a joke to play out a part
when you're not the starring role in someone else's heart.
I'd rather walk alone than play a supporting role...
if I can't get the starring role.

When the division started, the disaster escalated from there. As the years passed, the secret dating meetings grew lesser. If ever there was a time available, you and him would end up in bed, rutting like a couple of animals in heat.

Sex.

Sadly this was the only reason tying you to him.

You waited for him to open up, to give himself to you. But the only time that he does that was when you're getting undressed.

Was there really any hope?

You almost lost it when you heard he's getting married. His father arranged everything... and now the man you love for almost a decade is set to marry a woman.

The pain in your chest felt like a blunt knife stabbed through it.

+-+

“Leave him.” Yoochun blew a thick smoke on the cold evening air.

“I can't. I love him too much... I can't leave him alone.” You retaliated weakly. Because deep inside, you were also trying to convince yourself to believe your own words.

“Aren't you fed up with the fantasies? You're using it to cover everything that is wrong.” And no matter how many times Yoochun or his friends tried to talk him out of this destructive relationship, he would always say;

“No.”

“He is breaking your heart.”

Looking lost for a moment; you turn your head away and inwardly spoke the words left unsaid. ‘There was never a heart to mend because before it started, I always saw the end.’

+-+

You would always tell them that you would try. But the next thing you know, you're getting drunk with him in some unknown bar and forget that the two of you don't get on.

You'd always wake-up in a strange motel room that smelled like heady sex, cigarettes and alcohol. It's obvious your non-existent romantic relationship had hit rock bottom.

But why do you still continuously sought for his warmth... his touch... his lips? The same pair you used to love so much that rarely kisses you on the lips anymore.

You tried to ignore him just to feel like you're in control. And it was liberating how he stormed into your pent house, demanding for explanations. You punched him a couple of times on the chest while he returned the favor by punching you in the gut. He knew how you couldn't afford a bruise on your face and did you a favor for leaving marks on a hidden area of your skin. The bruises purpled and throbbed, but none of you wanted to back down.

+-+

“You're mine.” He growled against your ear, effectively making your knees wobble.

“Fuck you,” you tried to push him off of you but for some reason, your body refuses to resist him. The opposite happens and you end up melting into him, accepting the embrace, the familiar kisses, the coldness of his heart.

“No matter what happens... I will always be your fallback.” his words were sharper than any other blade you've sliced on your wrist.

Isn't it the other way around?

You are his fallback.

He's married and he's here in front of you. He's forgotten the woman he left at home and preferred you more than a cheap whore on the street.

“I hate you, Yunho.” you whispered, hands scorching a painful trail on your sides. “You don't love me.”

“Exactly,” he pushed you on the bed, arms behind the back of your knees to push them up. “Big fucking deal, Jaejoong.”

+-+

You will never tell him how you feel.

How much you love him to a point that you're willing to reach the epitome of destruction.

But you'd rather walk alone than to play a supporting role. In the dead of the night, you wrote him a note, brief and concise.

An unvoiced threat of some sort. Because despite of everything else, Yunho would always come back to you. In the darkness of the night, he shuts all memories of his loyalty, his career and his family.

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f: yoochun likes cleaning

muwon — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 14:14:25 GMT

→ Yoochun likes cleaning | PG13 | yunho/yoochun + junsu/jaejoong!hint
→ chaptered (3/3) COMPLETE
→ Yoochun fell too fast. It didn't occur to him that the man who captured his heart, was a slob.

C H A P T E R - T H R E E

For the past few weeks, Yunho tried to keep everything neat around him and Yoochun was nothing but proud of him. A sigh of relief passed through his lips when he found the kitchen sink empty of dirty dishes and cold pieces of pizza. It wasn’t exactly pristine but at least the stuff littered around lessened noticeably.

“You!”

Startled, Yoochun looked up and found a very irate Changmin striding across the room. “Hi—”

“What did you do to him?” nose flaring, Changmin slowly cornered the poor unsuspecting man against the wall.

“I don’t understand—”

“You broke him!” Changmin exclaimed, arms flailing, “You broke my roommate!”

“Yunho?”

“No, Taepoong. Of course it’s Yunho.”

Eyes narrowing, Yoochun lifted his head up, trying to match Changmin’s apparent tallness. “What did I do?”

Grumbling, Changmin turned stalked the cabinets. He grabbed the bottle of Lysol and thrust it forward. “This! Yunho doesn’t go anywhere without spraying the damn thing. My clothes smell like crisp berry and it’s driving me insane.”

“What’s wrong with that? You should thank me he’s even looking after you.” Yoochun drawled, hiding his bothered feelings on the matter. He was not exactly a clean freak to that extent. He doesn’t carry a bottle of disinfectant around, spraying other people’s property... well maybe he did this one time but that was truly in a different situation!

“You don’t understand.” The taller boy shook his head, “You don’t know the extent of his obsession just to please you.”

Brows furrowed, Yoochun snapped, “I’ve changed him into a better person, Changmin. He used to be such a slob and now… well look at what he did to this place! It’s livable!”

“Are you serious?” Shaking his head, Changmin snapped, “This place smells like a hospital.”

Sulking, Yoochun crossed his arms, sitting resolutely on the kitchen bench, “I still don’t see what the problem is.”

Changmin walked closer, he stood near the chair and caged the shorter male in between his arms, bracing himself against the armrest. “My girlfriend thinks your boyfriend is hot. She said ‘a man who can clean is like finding a needle in a haystack’. Now, what are we gonna do about that, huh?”

“I suppose we—wait,” Yoochun snapped his head, eyes widening almost comically, “What did you say?”

“He and Sooyoung went out to discuss the wonders of robotic vacuum cleaners.”

It took Yoochun a moment to understand the fact that his boyfriend was out there somewhere with a woman. “But Yunho’s gay!” ‘and he’s mine!’ he pretty much screamed in his head.

“Bi. He dated a couple of girls before.” Changmin coughed, eyes shifty. “Didn’t he tell you?”

It didn’t take more than a minute before Yoochun put on his shoes and ran outside the apartment. A minute later, Changmin received a text message, asking where the fuck he was supposed to go.

The taller boy can only shake his head.

~*~

Truth be told, Yoochun did find Yunho and Sooyoung in one of the café’s a few blocks away. He could see Yunho laughing at whatever that bitch was saying and it was getting on his nerves. What’s so funny about vacuum cleaners anyway??

He was halfway across the café when Yunho finally noticed his presence.

"Yoochun? What are you doing here?”

Practically snarling as he strode closer, Yoochun bared his teeth in a nasty sneer. His eyes narrowed, dangerously set on the confused woman sitting on the other side of the table.

“We have to go,” Yoochun grabbed Yunho’s arm, forcing him to stand up.

“But we’re—”

“Yunho.” Yoochun practically growled and it effectively got Yunho on his feet.

“I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologized to Sooyoung, “Let’s talk about it some other time, yes?”

Nodding, Sooyoung smiled and waved them goodbye.

~*~

“That was rude,” Yunho scowled, his longer legs catching up easily towards his fuming boy friend, “Mind telling me what was that all about?” he sidled closer, wary but determined to find out what propelled Yoochun to make such a scene.

In a rush, Yoochun turned around swiftly. Yunho almost bumped into him but was able to rein his steps back. “Yunho…”

Reluctantly, Yunho pulled the man on the side of the street and whispered, “So, are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to wait until you’re good and horny?”

With a roll of his eyes, Yoochun scoffed. Trust Yunho to use sex as a mean of ending every argument. “I think you should go back to your old ways.”

Frowning, Yunho queried, trying to keep his voice level. “Old ways?”

“Yes,” Yoochun replied. “You’re not this kind of person, Yunnie. You’re not a clean freak like I am and—”

Yunho clenched his jaw, his nails digging into the palm of his hands. “So now you want me to go back being a slob?”

“That’s not what I mean.” Yoochun replied helplessly.

“Then what is it?” Yunho grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, “Make up your mind!”

“Calm down,” Yoochun hissed, feeling quite uncomfortable being yelled at in a very public place.

“You just robbed me off of my personality, and now you’re giving it back as simple as that?”

Yoochun broke away first and starting walking forward. “Let’s take this somewhere else.”

Staring after the smaller man, Yunho took a deep breath to calm himself. He followed Yoochun silently and spoke as soon as they stalked inside his apartment. Changmin was nowhere to be found, much to their relief.

“Put your shoes properly on the rack.” Yoochun reminded out of habit, to which Yunho sneered.

“Anything for you darling,” Yunho mocked, following his infuriated lover into the familiar living room.

“Dammit, Yunho.” Yoochun rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands, “Stop making it sound as if I forced you to do it!”

Scoffing, Yunho questioned with distain. “Isn’t that what you have been doing?” Referring to the ultimatum Yoochun suggested about changing himself for the better.

“I didn’t force you! I merely asked if you if can change!”

“And I did! So what’s wrong now? What did I do this time to upset you?”

Swallowing with difficulty, Yoochun’s face scrunched, his eyes visibly watering as he looked at Yunho with such pain. “You! You upset me!”

“Figures.” Yunho scoffed, hands balling at his sides.

Eyes narrowing, Yoochun questioned harshly, “What were you doing at the café with Changmin’s girlfriend?”

Yunho was struck at the sudden change of topic, “What?”

“Did she tell you how much of a turn on to have a guy who likes to clean a lot?”

Scowling, Yunho shook his head, “What are you talking about—”

“Are you going to buy robotic vacuum cleaners together, 'cos that sure sounds fantastic, now does it??” The statement sounded as if Yunho asked Sooyoung’s hand in marriage or something. It was exactly what Yoochun was thinking and it broke his heart. The very thought of Yunho marrying someone else had him bawling in a few seconds.

Yunho panicked and quickly scrambled forward, towering over the shorter man, “H-hey, baby, don’t cry.” His arms felt useless, hesitant to pull Yoochun closer to embrace him. He was afraid that if he did, Yoochun would push him away, or worse punch him with his bony fist. A punch from Yoochun would feel like a thousand knives piercing through his heart.

Chest rising and falling in quick succession, Yoochun spoke in between sobs, “I hate you!”

Cupping a delicate chin, Yunho ran his thumb over a pouted bottom lip, feeling its softness in contrast to his calloused digit. “No, you don’t.” when Yoochun didn’t pull away, he tugged him closer and kissed his sweaty forehead. He was so upset, it worked him out. “Now tell me what this is really about.”

Helpless, Yoochun sniffed and wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist, melting into the attention he was getting. “Changmin said you and Sooyoung had been seeing each other a lot.”

Chuckling, Yunho shook his head, “I didn't know a couple of times count as a lot already?”

Clutching to the back of Yunho’s shirt, Yoochun shivered and compulsively leaned forward as every inch of his body was in contact with the taller man’s. “I thought you were cheating on me… and I thought it was my entire fault since I forced you to become like this.”

Kissing the pair of pouty lips and Yoochun’s reddened, wet cheeks, Yunho softly replied, “Nobody forced me to be like this, Chunsa. I wanted to be like this because of you.” He chuckled when Yoochun adorably nuzzled his cheek. He could never stay mad at this person… never.

“Then why are you and Sooyoung—”

“She was planning to surprise him on their first year anniversary and I’m helping her out. Changmin’s difficult to surprise and I’m the only she can talk to about it.”

“Oh,”

Nipping at slick lips, Yunho muttered against them, “So… she doesn’t like you, I mean romantically?”

“No,” Yunho shook his head.

Yoochun started crying again, but this time, out of relief. “I don’t want you to buy robotic vacuum cleaners with anyone but me, okay?”

Laughing at the silliness of the statement, Yunho swayed his petulant boyfriend back and forth. “Where did you get that idea, anyway?”

“Changmin.” Yoochun answered truthfully, “He said that you’ve become a clean freak like me and I should fix you back the way you were.”

“That kid probably used the opportunity to manipulate you.” When Yoochun only blinked his eyes innocently, Yunho could only sigh at his naivety, “Really, Chunnie, if Changmin was jealous he would’ve murdered me already.”

That truly made sense and Yoochun could only feel disappointed for being manipulated so easily. An evil thought of spraying Lysol all over Changmin’s clothes somehow relieved his heavy heart in a way.

“So… we’re okay?” Yunho asked carefully.

Nodding, Yoochun happily accepted when Yunho finally kissed him properly. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to clean everything if you’re not comfortable.”

“We’ll figure something out but for now,” The taller man’s gaze narrowed and blazed, sending a pleasant shiver down Yoochun’s spine. “I’m going to punish you for making me worry a while ago.”

Trembling with desire and need in an instant, Yoochun gazed back at him with equal fervor, “What do you have in mind?”

Leaning closer, Yunho said huskily, “I’m going to strip you bare and make you squirm with embarrassment while I look at every inch of your body.”

Blushing furiously, Yoochun bit his lip in anticipation.

“When I’m no longer satisfied, I’ll touch you,” His lips were practically making love with Yoochun’s ear. “I’ll touch every inch, every curve, everywhere until you come.”

The smaller man gasped excitedly when Yunho pushed him against the bedroom’s door before crushing their lips together. Mindlessly complying, Yoochun broke away to open the door and both of them stumbled inside. Clothes scattered on the floor, eager to reach the bed as soon as possible.

The two left the door open so the almighty Shim Changmin would have an eyeful of them when he returns.

The perfect retribution.

~*~

Whistling a happy tune, Yoochun entered his apartment with a limp, shortly noticing the extra shoes on the rack. Eyes glancing to the hallway, he stared at his blond best friend stumbling out of his bedroom, shirtless and unfazed. Yoochun’s mouth fell slack when he noticed the red to purplish marks decorating all over Jaejoong’s chest.

“You—!!!”

Jaejoong looked up, surprised to find him standing on the entryway, “Oh… hey~”

Soon, Junsu came out of the room with a shirt on and his hair mussed in different directions.

They fucked.

In his bedroom.

On his bed.

“Dude, I can explain!” Junsu began frantically telling him how Jaejoong came onto him and that his bedroom was conveniently closer than his but Yoochun heard none of it. He grabbed the bottle of Lysol in the sink’s cabinet and stalked into his bedroom like a soldier entering a freaking warzone.

Both blond’s chose this moment to flee the premises as quickly as they could. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d get smothered with a disinfectant.

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f: yoochun likes cleaning

muwon — Mon, 23 Apr 2012 02:55:54 GMT

→ Yoochun likes cleaning | R | yunho/yoochun + junsu/jaejoong!hint
→ chaptered (2/3)
→ Yoochun fell too fast. It didn't occur to him that the man who captured his heart, was a slob.

C H A P T E R - T W O

It was only a few months later when Yoochun barged into Jaejoong’s apartment, looking vindictive in his grey sweater, blue-faded jeans and yellow flops.

“I can’t take it anymore!” He lamented, digging his toes into the creases of the sofa, “All the scattered clothes, the filled trash bin, the dust bunnies, the bottle caps, and the musk! God, don’t get me started on that.” As a person with a mild anxiety-disorder, the thought of living in a pig-sty, a.k.a. his boyfriend’s apartment, was worse than any kind of nightmare. The first few blissful days of their relationship somehow blindsided him from Yunho’s incapability of cleaning after himself. For the past few months that they had been together, Yoochun did nothing but clean after him. Every day was a mission to keep the entire place sanitized only to be contaminated the next day.

“I think his musk is manly.” Jaejoong placed a bowl of spicy rice cake on the table, knowing that a serving of it would suffice enough to calm him down.

“… true.” Yoochun agreed, “It heightens when he’s all worked-up and sweaty and—” noticing that he was getting sidetracked; he quickly shook his head and buried his feet underneath the cushions. He always loved Jaejoong’s couch. It was the second most comfortable furniture next to his immaculate queen sized bed. “Should I sign him up for rehab?”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

“I don’t want to do that.”

“Why not?”

“What if he gets upset and breaks it off with me? What’s going to be left of me, huh?”

This was one of the few things Jaejoong hated about Yoochun; when he loves, he really loves with all his heart. As much as it killed him to live in a very dirty environment that Yunho managed to maintain, Yoochun would never leave him. Even if he dies from the accumulated dust and bacteria that infested every corner of the place.

Yoochun was just exaggerating when he described Yunho’s place. The last few times Jae had been there, all he could see was a normal apartment of a couple of College roomies. Changmin, Yunho’s roommate just happened to be a lot neater than Yunho, but he’s really no better than a guy who likes to dish Chinese takeout boxes all over the sink.

Fortunately, Yoochun met Junsu and became roommates with him. He was not exactly as sterile as Yoochun, but he can tolerate his compelling sense of keeping everything spotlessly clean. Junsu even thought he was fortunate to find someone who can actually clean. It saved him from paying for house-cleaning. It sounded mean but it was factual nonetheless.

“I’ll talk to him.”

“No.”

“I will.”

“Don’t you dare,”

“Picking up the phone now.”

“Kim Jaejoong!”

“Dialing.”

Yoochun sprung out of the couch and tried to grab the phone out of Jaejoong’s hand, which miserably failed. He stumbled and ended up hitting his head against the wall.

“Ah, Yunho-yah~”

“Give me that!” Yoochun successfully grabbed the phone and threw it on the couch, “And stop calling him that way!”

“Like what?”

“You sound too breathy and you have this tone…”

“What tone?”

“This, Yunho-yah~!” Yoochun made a pathetic attempt of copying a sound with a wave of his forefinger, which obviously, had Jaejoong laughing. “I hate you!”

Pulling his best friend closer, Jaejoong made him sit on the couch next to him and started playing with his hair to calm him down. “I still stand by my suggestion of talking to him. Maybe he’ll listen and try to change for you.”

“It’s not like I didn’t try,” Yoochun admitted with a defeated scowl. He had about a dozen of conversation with Yunho, which all ended up with him pressed against any flat surface, ravished till the subject at hand vanishes in his head. “I think he’s doing it on purpose.” A dust of rosiness burned his face at the memory of being pushed against the counter top with Yunho between his legs, hands up his shirt, tweaking his nipples.

“You don’t look like you’re thoroughly upset though.” Jaejoong quipped lightly.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Yoochun turned towards him, his watery gaze onto the pair of concerned dark-brown eyes. “I thought he was perfect.” Yunho was near perfection if it weren’t for his untidiness.

Jaejoong scoffed at this, “You’re not perfect either, you clean freak. When are you going to outgrow this ‘knight-in-shining-armour’ kind of guy? He doesn’t exist! And if he does, he might be a serial-killer too.” Hitting close to the undeniable but painful truth, Yoochun didn’t say anything and just stared at the coffee table contemplatively, “Talk to him again, and try not to turn putty when he kisses you. Push him away, stand your ground and be fierce! If he really likes you, then he’ll definitely try to change for you.” The blond assured with a sharp toothed grin.

With big dark brown eyes, Yoochun turned to the other man with a trembling lip, “But I love his kisses.”

“Don’t make me hit you!”

~*~

Friday nights were usually spent watching movies on TV, with them cuddled up together on the couch and their feet propped on the table. Yoochun sighed as he took in the sight of the partially cleaned-up living room, taking pride as he managed to make it look liveable for human beings. He liked Yunho, very much so. But he can’t live with this kind of life, cleaning after him all the time and risking his health since an asthmatic person shouldn’t be anywhere near allergens. Yunho's apartment was like a landmine that can trigger any existing allergy in Yoochun's body just by simply moving around.

With trepidation, Yoochun approached hesitantly. “Yunho, we need to talk.”

Stormy brown eyes narrowed in accusation, “Are you going to break-up with me?”

Yoochun blinked innocently, “Wha—no! I just wanted to talk about… well,” Yunho looked at him expectantly but obviously relieved that they weren’t on the subject of separating. “It’s about you.”

“Me?” Yunho questioned with a frown.

Yoochun gulped, suddenly feeling less confident now that he had all of Yunho’s attention. The movie on the TV was now left unnoticed by the pair. “You are a slob, Yunho.” He guessed that was not the best adjective to use since Yunho looked practically insulted. In Yoochun’s head, he imagined a different stream of words coming out of his mouth than what he actually spoke.

“Excuse me?”

Guilty about hurting his feelings, Yoochun backtracked, “I’m sorry! But… but really I’m not!” he atrociously fumbled with words, “I can’t live in this… this mess! You have to learn how to put away and organize things properly. Your clothes are everywhere, as in literally you hang it on any space available… your boxer is on the TV, for goodness sakes.” Both of his trembling hands covered his face.

Yunho’s mind scrambled for an appropriate answer. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want to upset you this much.” He grabbed both of his lover’s wrists and pushed them apart, revealing the adorable pouting expression of Yoochun’s beneath. “I’ve always been like this and… I don’t know. It’s really hard to change in an instant.” Technically, it was true. He tried numerous times before, but he always end up doing the same habit over and over again.

Yoochun gave a momentary frown, looking at the taller man in a calculating manner. “Can’t you at least try to change? For me?”

Heaving a sigh, Yunho nodded and leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose, “Of course.” Because he really couldn’t afford to lose Yoochun just because he couldn’t put away his stuff properly. That would definitely top the list of the reasons of every broken relationship that he had.

Yoochun seemed mildly surprised, “Do you really mean that?”

Yunho grinned, “You’re special.”’ I’d do anything for you’, were the words left unsaid but it appeared as if Yoochun somehow understood them in a way. It didn’t take long before Yunho pressed him on the couch, running his hands down the sinewy waist, the jutting hipbones and the soft milky thighs, spreading them apart. Yoochun couldn’t remember how he got rid of his pants.

“Wait,” Yoochun groaned when he felt the feather light kisses flittered across his belly, almost close to the V of his groin. “Not here, Changmin will kill us.” His eyes nervously strayed at the door, wondering if they managed to lock it.

“Relax,” the taller of the two returned without worry, “Changmin’s staying over his girlfriend’s place.” He then chose the moment to take the hardened cock into his mouth. Yoochun scrunched his eyes shut and bit his lower lip harshly.

Fingers digging into Yunho’s shoulders, Yoochun resisted the urge to buck upwards into the wet heat that surrounded him. God, he was falling apart.

With a firm grip, Yunho pressed slim hips down, keeping his keening lover in place while he sucked him off. With the pleasure building several times, Yoochun gasped, “Close! Faster… nng, please.” His arms thrashed about, unsure whether he should grip the arm of the sofa or onto Yunho’s powerful shoulders.

Yunho grinned and took the leaking cock into his mouth entirely, sucking in an attempt of shallow swallow. Hips bucking uncontrollably, Yoochun arched against the sofa and released his seed in the taller man’s mouth. His muscles tensed up until it was finished.

“Lube’s in the bedroom,” Yunho said, grinning as he circled Yoochun’s waist with his arms and lifted him up like a sack of potatoes.

Yoochun yelped when his world was suddenly turned upside down and was met with the wonderful image of muscles playing underneath the skin of his lover’s derriere. His curly hair fell and shrouded over his face, masking the idiotic grin on his face. “You’re so barbaric!” he slapped one cheek and got the same treatment in return. He could feel Yunho’s hand imprinting a mark of red on his own butt cheek.

“You love it,” Yunho replied, laughing.

~*~

The next day, Jaejoong glared at the noticeable bounce on Yoochun’s steps as he entered the apartment’s threshold.

“Hey,” Yoochun greeted, trudging across the open space between the living room and the kitchen.

“Hi,” Junsu returned, tearing his gaze from Jaejoong and his sinful pair of ripped jeans. As he took in Yoochun’s ambling trudge he chuckled, recognizing right away the satisfied after-sex glow on him, “You’ve been a naughty boy,” he said smoothly.

“Maybe,” Yoochun admitted with a sigh. Glancing behind him, he frowned, “Jae, why are you staring at me like that?”

“You turned putty! What did I say about turning putty?”

Yoochun gave a momentary frown, staring towards his best friend in exasperation, “For your in information, princess, I did talk to him about it and he promised he’ll change.” He declared proudly, “And then I turned putty.”

Lacking the ability to stay mad at the other man, a soft smile finally grazed Jaejoong’s lips. With an approving nod, the blond answered, “That’s great then. Problem solved, I hope?”

“Definitely!”

Junsu had a sinking feeling Yoochun would eat his words, but he didn’t voice it out and sipped his soda quietly.

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f: yoochun likes cleaning

muwon — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 16:08:52 GMT

→ yoochun likes cleaning | PG13 | yunho/yoochun + junsu/jaejoong!hint
→ chaptered (1/3)
→ Yoochun fell too fast. It didn't occur to him that the man who captured his heart, was a slob. (for paprika)
→ you can also read this in Russian, translated by the lovely lamerk (( here ))

C H A P T E R - O N E

“It was enchanting to meet you.” Were the exact words Yoochun told him that one chilly midnight outside the dimly lit bar. He didn’t care whether the line came from a poem or a song, but it encouraged his barely drunk self to lunge forward and kiss the pair of luscious lips. They had been taunting him all night long and inwardly cheered when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his torso, bringing him closer.

‘Please don’t be in love with someone else.
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.’

It was forthcoming that he’d take Yoochun home, with his apartment only a few blocks away compared to the other’s 30 minute drive.

Clothes scattered in flurry, bare bodies curling, rubbing and sweating on the hallway, almost missing the lonesome bedroom.

The first thrust was too tight and messy. The second was uncomfortable and hurried. The subsequent movements were pure bliss. It didn’t take too long for them as Yunho released himself into the clenching entrance; lips mouthing the attractive patch of skin along Yoochun’s outstretched neck.

Yoochun’s usually deep voice soared, although a bit hoarse. “Enchanting,” he mumbles sleepily, accepting the lazy kiss moving atop his puffed and reddened lips.

Yunho decided he absolutely loved this poetic side of him.
~*~

With the impression that their relationship would be as enchanting as the day they first met, Yoochun expected a little too much.

Despite the dandy personification, Yoochun was in love with the idea of finding the ideal prince. One that would sweep him away and be the perfect guy everyone would envy.

“That’s so gay.” Jaejoong once teased, laughing when he at least tried to be honest with him.

Punching his best friend’s shoulder, Yoochun left him in a huff, “Nothing’s gayer than your pink skinnies.” But a part of him thinks that the whole Knight-in-shining armor thing was a little too much. Even some girls grew out of that obsession.

When Yoochun first met Yunho at the local bar he frequently visits, he thought it was only going to be unforgettable one-night bliss.

Yunho was too perfect… too gentlemanly… too much of everything that Yoochun literally had to pinch himself underneath the table to check if he was in a strange dream sequence.

It was tough luck that he had been a little drunk that night and was unable to control the words slipping out of his lips. Tough luck that Yunho thought it was the most romantic and cheesy thing he had ever heard and moved in to kiss him senseless.

The sex was amazing. The morning sex was even better.

The lingering soreness on his back brought a sleazy smile on his face. The doorman gave him an odd look but he ignored it, happily limping his way into the available elevator.

“You got laid.” Kim Junsu, his roommate since University days noted as soon as he stepped into the warm threshold of their apartment. It was already half-past twelve but Junsu looked like he just stepped out of bed without even bothering to tame the wild tangles of blond hair.

Ignoring the accusation, Yoochun leaned heavily against the counter and crossed his arms. “Where’s Jae?” his voice almost accusatory.

Junsu narrowed his eyes and replied after sipping his stone cold coffee, “In your room, sleeping.”

Mirroring the way the other’s eyes reduced to a pair of tiny slits, Yoochun questioned warily, “You guys didn’t do it on my bed, did you?”

“Shut up!” The blond almost spluttered his coffee all over the counter. It was pathetic how the two still danced around each other after so many years. Yoochun did them a favor a thousand of times already, but the two would always waste the opportunity.

“Dude, you can fuck Jae anywhere, just not my bed for god’s sakes—”

“We didn’t do anything you fucktard! He was waiting for you to come home last night.”

“Aw, did you comfort him till he stopped crying?”

“Do you want to die?” ignoring the uncharacteristic giggle snort, Junsu sat on the bar stool and cringed at the taste of his cold coffee. “Now back to you getting laid—judging by,” his eyes briefly glanced at the clock above the TV, “the time you got back from his place… I’m guessing he was amazing.”

“He’s heavenly.”

“Bleh, you and your adjectives.”

“What do you want me to say? That he’s got a huge co—”

“No need. I can clearly say he's well endowed.” Laughing at the way Yoochun winced as he tried to sit on the chair, Junsu asked, “What’s his name?”

With acute discomfort, Yoochun tried to find the best position without straining his back too much. Boy, was last night incredible! “Yunho…” the name rolled around his tongue like a delicate wine.

“You know who?”

Both men looked up to find a very sleepy Jaejoong stumbling over the edge of his pj’s. Moving toward the refrigerator, he took out the half-empty half-full carton of juice and chugged it down his parched throat.

“You’re taking that with you if you can’t finish it.” Yoochun hated it when Jae drinks on the lid and leave it inside the fridge for many days.

“Weirdo.” Muttering darkly, he finished the juice and dumped the empty carton in the bin. “Hi, Junsu~” He subtly ran his hand down the blond’s arm before sitting himself down across Yoochun.

“Hi,” gnawing on his lower lip, Junsu reluctantly got up and washed the used mug. Seeing Jae always had his heart beating incessantly inside his chest. Avoiding him had been the only solution available at the moment.

“You look too happy this morning.”

“It’s half-past-noon, Jae.”

“Irrelevant. You look like you had—” Jaejoong’s voice trailed off as his face turned alight in realization. “Oh my god, you had sex!”

Yoochun had no intention to hide it and even released a soft sigh of pleasure at the memory. “He was divine.”

Before his best friend could bombard him with questions, the phone rang conveniently. When he picked it up, Jaejoong was fast enough to push the ‘speaker’ button.

“Bitch.” Yoochun mouthed while Jaejoong stuck his tongue out. They could hear Junsu bemoaning ‘the lack of maturity in this household’ somewhere in the living room.

“H-hello? Yoochun?” there was a sound of shuffling on the other end.

“Hi,” Clearing his throat, Yoochun cursed himself inwardly for sounding a little too squeaky.

“I just called to check if you got home safely.” A pause, “Are you okay?” Yunho questioned earnestly.

Face contorting with satisfaction, Yoochun leaned against his hand, almost mooning over the sweetness of the other man. “I’m okay, don’t worry.” He ignored the way Jaejoong made barfing motions at the sweet tone that picked-up his voice. “So, what are you up to?”

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. “I have to hand-in my project today then I’m free for the rest of the evening."

“Oh.”

“I was wondering if you’d like to go out and eat dinner with me. Nothing fancy, I just—wait, am I moving too fast here?”

“No, no, no. I would love to.” Yoochun tried to kick Jaejoong who had been pacing back and forth, a predatory smile stretched tightly on his face.

Even Yunho’s laughter sounded attractive. “Okay, then I’ll meet you at the coffee shop near your place? Say, seven o’clock?”

“Got it. Seven. Yeah, I’ll see you.”

“If my professor takes forever to sign my project, I’ll hurry. If you get bored waiting for me, please call me right away. I’ll try to entertain you if I can.”

“You know I will,” Yoochun acknowledged. Hanging up, his hand automatically grabbed Jaejoong’s arm and frantically squeezed. “He asked me out!”

“No shit,” Jaejoong faked a gasp, “I was here all the time.” The next thing he knew, he had a very clingy best friend wrapped around him. They looked like a human spring roll. “He sounds nice. And handsome. Please, tell me he’s good looking?”

“He is.” Yoochun pulled back and cupped Jaejoong’s face, squishing his cheeks together, “He’s so hot.”

“Careful there, lover boy.” Jaejoong wagged a finger back and forth, “You can’t fall too fast. You haven’t even dated him yet.” But judging from the way his best friend’s eyes literally sparkled at the thought of seeing this guy he met and had a ‘supposedly’ one-night stand with, Jaejoong knew he was way far into deep.
~*~

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Shush! And try not to get noticed.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit ambitious? We’re both blondes.”
“This is America, Junsu. We’re not the only ones.”
“Shh! I think he’s here.”
“Yeah? Where??”
“Stay still. God, you suck at this.”
“Shut up!”

Jaejoong quickly hid his face behind the huge café menu, all the while training his eyes towards the gorgeous number walking his way towards his best friend. Yoochun looked perpetually… decent, except for the flops. The laid back fashion Yoochun donned was a complete opposite of what his date had put on.

“He’s handsome.” Jaejoong sounded quite breathless.

Frowning, Junsu nudged his rib, “Don’t you dare.”

“What?” Jaejoong pouted, “I’ve always appreciated those that are aesthetically pleasing.” Deep inside, he quite enjoyed the forming scowl on Junsu’s usually emotionless face.

“Whatever.”

“Aww, Junsu,” Jaejoong slipped his arm around the other and pressed himself closer towards the other blond. “You're aesthetically pleasing too.”

Junsu quickly took the forgotten menu on the table and handed it to the blond, more like thumping him on the forehead, “Quick! Hide before he sees us!” he whispered urgently, eyes concentrating on the two figures walking out of the cafe. So much for spying on them.

A few seconds later, Jaejoong's phone vibrated. He almost chocked on his own spit when Yoochun's name flashed on the screen.

'Nice try, blondies. I can see you all the way from my table. Anyway, don't wait up. Looks like I'll be staying over at Yunho's.'

“Hey, remember what I told you. Don't fall fa--”

'Too late, babe. He's a keeper.' Those were the few words Kim Jaejoong that day, and he made sure to remember it. For by the time Yoochun comes running and crying to him again, he’ll have some salt to rub into the wound.

Yeah, that’s what friends are for.

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f: toes

muwon — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 05:09:46 GMT

→ toes | NC17 | yunho/yoochun | 620wc
→ Yunho's obsession; Yoochun's toes.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon where the weather was crisp and the time runs slow. Giggling sounds filtered through the walls and the slightly ajar door.

Flailing limbs grabbed onto the bed post as a brute force hauled him downwards. “Yunho-hyung!” was Yoochun’s breathless cry as he was thoroughly tickled to death. Long fingers ghosted over his sensitive calves and up to the back of his knees. The moment they touched the inner part of his thighs, Yoochun had a very clear idea where this childish play would lead to.

“Chunsa~”

“Yunnie~”

“I want to eat you up,” and Yunho did. His mouth playfully gnawed the other’s calf.

Wiggling toes immediately caught the taller man’s attention. “Cute.” He noted, gently caressing the back of Yoochun’s foot. “Even your toes.”

“Stop that!” Yoochun whined, “It tickles.” A gasp escaped his lips when he felt rough lips pressed on the back of each toe. “What are you doing?”

“Worshipping you.” Deep hazelnut eyes looked straight into Yoochun’s, drawing him in an inescapable spell.

Shaking his head, Yoochun mumbled and shuddered, “But they’re dirty.”

“Nonsense, nothing about you is dirty.” Yunho answered, a smirk tugging his lips.

Red and utterly embarrassed, Yoochun breathed, “You make me dirty.” There was a sound of faint growling and the next thing he knew, Yunho draped himself on top of him, kissing the life out of him.

Frail looking arms wrapped around Yunho’s neck, pulling him closer to deepen the contact of their lips.

Thoroughly ravished, Yoochun barely registered the way their clothes were tossed off the bed and the slide of bare skin roused the inner heat boiling in his belly.

“Turn around,” Deep baritone voice felt like silk brushing against his skin.

Abruptly, Yoochun turned around and prostrated himself in front of Yunho, pressing his face against the pillow while lifting his hips eagerly high.

“Sweet fuck, you look gorgeous,” the band leader muttered as he gazed down at the flushed milky-white skin and the two globes spread before him. His eyes roved and caught the look on Yoochun’s face as he studied him intently. Those pout lips were parted to take shallow breaths, while dark-brown eyes seemed dazed with lust within nearly closed lids.

Yunho couldn’t wait to burry himself inside of him.

Without further words, the taller man carefully pushed in, thrusting in the rest of the way. He carefully positioned each lithe leg and spread Yoochun some more, accommodating all of him.

Stifling an anguished cry at the first few thrusts, Yoochun buried his face on the pillow, biting down. The searing pain that split him open burned in each movement of Yunho’s hips. But he didn’t care. He loved every bit of it. Chest heaving, a soft whimper escaped his lips every so often, riding the pain out.

Pulling out a bit, Yunho slammed back in, finding that the smaller man underneath him was beginning to find his own pleasure.

Hips moving in tandem, they slowly began to immerse themselves in adulterated lust. A whole new sort of workout ensued.

“Yunho!” Gasping as Yunho pounded into him, Yoochun’s cheeks burned at the sound of their joining flesh slapping with animalistic fervor.

Barely hearing the curly haired man’s words, Yunho threw his head back and grunted as he filled the twitching hole with his cum. The last final thrusts ejaculated warm liquid within that gripping entrance.

Yoochun felt the world fade away as he too came copiously after a few strokes around his cock.

What the dark-haired male liked about Yoochun’s toes the most is the way they curl and twitch as ribbons of cum spurted onto the soft bedspread underneath them.

Probably the most sensual thing Yunho had ever seen.

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f: belt

muwon — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 13:23:52 GMT

→ belt | NC17 | yunho/yoochun | 646wc
→ Yoochun's belt is too tight. And Yunho doesn't like it.

Incessantly tugging on the belt, Yunho lifts his eyes and leers impatiently at the breathless man lying on the bed underneath him. Shallow breathing stops momentarily as the curly haired male looks down and meets the irritate gaze of the man between his legs. Yoochun appears absolutely debauched and ravished and he can’t wait to be devoured some more.

“What’s wrong?” his voice sounds gruff and deep.

Smouldering eyes doesn’t even flicker once, “Your belt is too tight.”

No shit, Sherlock.

“God, does it matter?” Yoochun lifts himself up with his elbows on the bed. “Just take it off.”

Yunho doesn’t relent, “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

“Why is your belt too tight?”

Hating how the other man stalls and ignores the obvious problem in his pants, Yoochun drops back on the bed. “It’s supposed to protect me for the rest of the night.”

Yunho cocks his head to the side, “What for?” he then takes in the soft lighting that falls on his lover’s soft, pale skin. His lips itch to mark every inch of his body. Some of the patches he left last night were already fading and needs to be redone.

Sighing at the leader’s question, wondering whether he was feigning innocence or not, Yoochun shrugs, “I thought it’s best to stop for a while.” Everybody could notice the limp in his steps, the slowness of his movements and his inability to stretch his limbs properly. The weekend he spent with Yunho in a secluded place somewhere in the countryside literally broke him. With the Japan showcase looming closely, he ought to protect his body from Yunho’s rough advances.

Apparently, that is definitely not working at all.

Yunho raises an eyebrow like a pro, “Like a chastity belt?” his hands start to move deftly, removing the offending material off his boyfriend’s waist. “Do you want me to stop?” his voice goes an octave lower.

Groaning, Yoochun grabs the back of his head and pulls him closer, “Shut up and kiss me,” all thoughts were forgotten the moment he feels those lips moving sensually against his. What was he thinking? There’s no way he can deny himself this kind of pleasure. This kind of happiness. Yunho hovering above him, possessing him, loving him.

The belt and the rest of their clothes were strewn all over the motel’s barely furnished room.

With a sharp intake of breath, Yoochun bites his lip to keep from making any more embarrassing sounds. His hands cease their desperate scratching on his back as he steadied himself, keeping both of them in place.

Yunho vaguely wonders at the obvious pleasure Yoochun receives from having his cock buried within him. Gripping the slim hips, Yunho thrusts forward, driving himself all the way in and causing vocal pleasure to sound from them both.

As the heated friction builds up, Yoochun clings around his chest and showers his cheek with open-mouthed kisses. He thrusts back to meet Yunho’s movements, whimpering cries escaping his reddening lips. The slapping sound began to rise at every passing second.

“Harder!” Yoochun cries desperately, hands scrambling to hold onto something.

“Fuck,” Yunho’s face scrunches in concentration, unable to control the increasing pace of his pounding into the moaning man as hard as possible.

Yoochun’s release comes quicker than his. His small body shakes uncontrollably at the force of his orgasm, hand gently tugging the length of his cock, milking every bit of come and messing his and Yunho’s chest.

The taller man wasn’t too far behind. Several more times of thrusting, clenching walls grips him and forces probably one of most mindboggling ejaculation he has ever experienced in days.

Once it was over, Yunho drops on the bed next to him and the two shares another heated kiss.

“That belt stays on the floor ‘cos I’m not done with you,” Yunho whispers and Yoochun hums in delight.

end