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FICLET: Peanuts or Pretzels [Jaejoong/Yoochun]

2009-12-27T04:38:20Z

peanuts or pretzels
jaejoong/yoochun; 450
g
written on plane ride from sunny LA to snowy mpls with a crying baby 2 seats down. unbetaed!

Yoochun has enough frequent flyer miles racked up to get him free flights for the rest of his life, but he still gets jittery whenever he has to step onto a plane. He thinks it's the trusting his life to a stranger while 35,000 miles above ground thing or maybe not knowing what that cranking noise he feels under his feet is, but either way, he can't relax on a flight.

That is, until Jaejoong leans over or above him and butchers another Your Mama joke or pulls Yoochun's ears and makes him puff his cheeks before asking what he did to deserve having to participate in bestiality. No one makes Yoochun laugh like Jaejoong does; there's also no one else who knows exactly when Yoochun needs something as childish as having his hand held, but Jaejoong's is always there when the plane starts shaking and rocking, warm and inviting while Yoochun feels like he's going to puke and pee his pants at the same time. Sometimes Yoochun will look over and Jaejoong's eyes will even be closed, his breathing deep and even like he's been asleep for hours.

When he's too exhausted to help it, Yoochun will drift off to the sound of Jaejoong's breathing. When he wakes up, his head will be on Jaejoong's shoulder and Jaejoong will be drawing lewd pictures on the back of his hand with permanent marker. They will be about how Yoochun snores and farts in his sleep, or on particularly bumpy rides, stick figures of whatever kinky thing Jaejoong will be doing to him later in their hotel room. After he wakes is when Jaejoong takes his other hand and writes song lyrics on them. Some of them they've already put on paper and some that are ones Jaejoong just has floating around in his head. Yoochun knows that these are the ones that will never make it into the real thing because they're always about the thousands of things Jaejoong doesn't talk about. Later, Yoochun always takes care to write them down before the ink rubs off, piecing together and filling in the blanks of Kim Jaejoong slowly.

It's not really fair how Jaejoong can read him like a book no matter how hard Yoochun tries to hide how he feels and all Yoochun has are scribbles given between here and there. But somehow, he understands that even those tiny one-liners are more than what most receive, so he keeps his complaints to himself and appreciates what's trusted to him.

Yoochun doesn't think he'll quit being afraid of flying anytime soon, and he thinks that, in the end, it's because it's not some stranger he's entrusting his life to. It's just Jaejoong.

FIC: {Home Suit Home} [Jaejoong/Junsu]

2009-11-14T07:17:56Z

home suit home
jaejoong/junsu; 1,223
r
for thevirginia :) based on this GQMF airport appearance. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine, and whatever, title is amaaazing.

It had been raining ever since Jaejoong and Yoochun left Incheon and Jaejoong stared out the van's window while Yoochun slept beside him, snoring softly. He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts, pausing when he got to Junsu's name. Junsu was probably at his parents, not sad at all that he didn't have solo activities because it meant he could play games with his brother in person and see Xiahki every day. Jaejoong's thumb lingered over the call send button, but the hesitation made him decide against it and he tucked the phone back in his pocket.

Jaejoong listened to another half hour of Yoochun's snoring before they arrived at the apartment. He knew Yoochun's mother had lunch waiting for him so he slipped out the van quietly, waving off the umbrella the driver held for him, and grabbed his two bags before running into the building. In the elevator, he slung one bag over his shoulder and took his phone out again. Maybe just one text message to say he got back safe, he thought, but then the elevator dinged and slowed under his feet.

As he expected, the apartment was empty and the sound of his keys hitting the table seemed too loud and hollow because of it. Yunho filmed all day, then went out at night, and Changmin was also living at his parents' for the time being, which meant Jaejoong had the apartment to himself for the next however long. He was already thinking of people he could bother.

Food was priority for now though. The thought of cooking made him feel even more tired so he headed for the pile of take-out menus in the kitchen instead, flipping through them absently.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around his waist and he yelled, nearly pulling a muscle as he whipped his head around. "Junsu? Jesus, what are you -- why -- how did -- oh my god, don't do that!"

Junsu giggled into Jaejoong's shoulder, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Hi, hyung," he said, letting Jaejoong turn around. "Whoa, hi, handsome."

Jaejoong rolled his eyes, ignoring, though secretly appreciating, the remark on his suit. "What are you doing here? I thought you've been living at home."

"I have," Junsu said, touching a hand to the open skin of Jaejoong's throat down to his bared chest. "While you were gone. But now you're not gone so I'm here again."

Jaejoong smiled. "Is that your roundabout way of saying you missed me?"

"I'm saying I haven't had sex in weeks and you're standing here in a suit and wet from the rain." Junsu grabbed Jaejoong's collar with both hands and tugged him forward sharply until their mouths were just barely touching. "And I missed you," he murmured before kissing Jaejoong.

The kiss was unrushed, which should've been surprising but it wasn't, and Jaejoong returned it with the same lazy grace, fingers pulling at the worn, soft cotton of Junsu's shirt. The heavy dampness that covered him before dissolved into the warmth of Junsu's skin and mouth, and he slipped his hands under Junsu's shirt to get more.

Gasping, Junsu pulled away, grinning at him. "Cold," he said, pushing Jaejoong's hand away, but kept his fingers snug around Jaejoong's wrist to lead him to the living room. "Let's warm you up, baby."

Jaejoong groaned. "That's horrible. Don't say stuff like that."

"Whatever, it's your fault for saying them first," Junsu said, plopping down on the sofa before pulling Jaejoong onto his lap. "And now, if we want to keep on schedule, we need to start making out."

Chuckling, Jaejoong cupped Junsu's face as he moved his closer. "Can't hold things up then," he murmured, and eased back in to continue the kitchen kiss. This time the urgency was there, creeping in more and more as Junsu's fingers worked deftly at the buttons of Jaejoong's shirt.

Junsu broke the kiss to smile up at Jaejoong when he finished, fingers dancing up to Jaejoong's shoulders so he could slide them under the jacket. "You missed me too, right?" he said, pushing the jacket off and letting it fall to the floor.

"Oh yeah," Jaejoong said, smiling when Junsu still didn't touch him and went for his belt instead, undoing it slowly followed by button and zipper. "Missed you every night. Missed you so loudly that I think I embarrassed Yoochun."

Junsu laughed quietly. "I approve." Then, he promptly shoved his hand inside Jaejoong's underwear and brought his mouth to the dip of Jaejoong's clavicle at the same time, sucking firmly.

"Ohholyfuckmissedthistoo." Jaejoong braced both hands on the back of the couch and gripped it hard to stop himself from thrusting into Junsu's hand. Even though he knew they had more time later to go slow, it didn't mean he was okay with it being over too quickly either. Junsu's hand moved with skill and efficiency that could only come from lots of practice, knowing exactly when to stroke and where to press, and Jaejoong was hard in no time.

Trying to pace things was a plan that was quickly being reconsidered.

Junsu seemed to know just what he was thinking and he kissed back up to Jaejoong's mouth. "It's okay," he said, clearly trying not to smile too much. "I won't tell anyone how fast it was over."

Jaejoong groaned and thrust his hips shallowly, too turned on and desperate for Junsu's touch after going far too long without it to retort. Junsu's teasing didn't last long either and he pushed the front of Jaejoong's underwear down to make things easier, forming a loose grip around Jaejoong's length for him to rock into.

Jaejoong sped his movements up gradually and Junsu didn't stop him, instead tightening his fist slowly while he licked and tugged on Jaejoong's nipples with his mouth. "You look so good, hyung," Junsu said, kissing under Jaejoong's jaw. "Gonna come?"

Panting, Jaejoong nodded and fisted Junsu's hair, tilting his head back for a kiss. He thrust into Junsu's hand a few more times, then spilled silently into Junsu's hand with his mouth parted against Junsu's. Junsu kept kissing him until he started to kiss back again, just tiny, quiet presses of lips.

"Got my shirt dirty," Junsu said, keeping his face close enough that their noses touched.

"I'll wash it later," Jaejoong said, groaning as he moved off and collapsed on the sofa, his muscles stretching out again. He looked up at Junsu who was wiping his hand on his shirt, then glanced down between Junsu's legs. "What about you?"

Junsu chuckled and got up, leaning over Jaejoong to kiss him again. "Don't worry," he said, pinching Jaejoong's nipple and making him yelp. "I'm going to fuck that ass really hard later, but I thought I should feed you first."

"Considerate," Jaejoong said, tugging his shirt closed.

Junsu grinned. "The usual?" he said, already walking to the kitchen as Jaejoong nodded.

Jaejoong watched from the couch as Junsu called up the restaurant, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. Junsu swayed back and forth aimlessly while flipping and spinning the take-out menu in his hand, pausing for one moment to smile at Jaejoong.

As he closed his eyes, Jaejoong thought two things: it was good to be home, and he needed to wear more suits around the house.

FIC: {Can You Say No?} [Jaejoong/Junsu]

2009-09-13T02:52:13Z

can you say no?
jaejoong/junsu; 2,108
nc17
yes, more porn. look, i didn't know there'd be a kink meme okay. and i am weak. :( written for this prompt.

Usually Jaejoong has a lot of fun recording for their radio show, enjoying the letters and emails from fans. Today though, today he's having issues. Distractions. Most, if not all of them, stem from the fact that there's a vibrator pressing against his prostate and he's been spending the entire day trying to simultaneously hide his erection and keep from coming in his pants. Yunho's been asking him if there's anything wrong for nearly as long and after the 500th time Yunho leans in way too close for his liking, Jaejoong is ready to tell all no matter how TMI and awkward it may be. Lucky for him, his phone beeps with a text message before he can give in.

don't come back with them. i'll pick you up.

Jaejoong bites down on his lower lip, knowing that the message is hardly meant to be innocent.

"Hyung!" Jaejoong snaps his phone closed hastily as if the screen had something incriminating on it, then looks up at Changmin. "Is it that impossible for you to sit still for more than two minutes? Seriously."

"Sorry," Jaejoong mumbles, squeezing his legs together as if that'll make things less torturous for him.

"Jaejoong, are you sure you're--"

"Oh, look at that, we're back on in 30 seconds," Jaejoong says, maybe a little too loudly.

---

After forever, they finally finish and say goodbye to the producers. There's always a van waiting outside to bring them back to the apartment, but Jaejoong stops just short of the front doors and tells Changmin and Yunho to leave without him.

"Sure, whatever," Changmin says, slipping on his sunglasses. Jaejoong takes care not to make eye contact with Yunho as those two exit the building.

Once silence settles in the lobby area, Jaejoong forces himself to relax a little, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes. It doesn't work and he stifles a groan when all he can focus on is the incessant vibrating inside him whether he wants to or not, tiny waves of pleasure working through him, but nothing nearly enough to give him release.

He's truly about to go crazy when his mobile starts ringing and he answers on the second ring. "Junsu, where the fuck are you?" he says, not caring that his desperation is out in the open; he's moved way past preserving dignity.

Junsu's voice always sounds deeper over the phone because he talks quieter, each word melting into the next. When Junsu chuckles into the phone, it's not fair that, even in his irritated frustration, Jaejoong can still find it hot, the sound making his cock twitch.

"Relax, hyung. I've been in the parking lot since five."

"... Five was thirty minutes ago," Jaejoong says, trying his best not to start sputtering and yelling obscenities into the speaker. "Are you saying you purposely made me stand here for 15 minutes, in public, in front of producers and managers, with a vibrator in my ass for no reason?"

"Not no reason," Junsu says, sounding amused. "For my enjoyment. And if you hate it so much, why are you still in there when you know I'm out here?"

"You're not going to drive up to the door?"

"A little exercise won't kill you," Junsu says. "Now come on. Oh, and don't hang up. We can chat while you're walking since you'll probably... take your time."

Jaejoong takes a deep breath, then takes a tentative step, tensing when the vibrator shifts inside him. He's back to thinking he's going to go insane before he even reaches halfway to the lot but forces his feet to keep moving. "Have you always been this sadistic?" he says once he's out the door.

Junsu laughs again, sounding more like what Jaejoong's used to. "Just because I caught you off guard this morning and told you to do something we've never discussed doesn't mean I had a personality transplant," he says. "I don't really know why I did this out of the blue. But if you had said no, it wouldn't have been a big deal."

"Oh." Junsu sounds so sincere that Jaejoong's starting to feel bad for getting angry. "It's fine, you know," he mumbles, a little embarrassed about his attitude. "Just. Didn't think you were into this stuff."

"Mm, I am," Junsu says, quite for a few seconds before he goes on. "Really liked watching you when you were standing there waiting, trying to figure out what was going through your head. You had your eyes closed, didn't you? Thought about going in and sucking you off right there in the lobby."

Jaejoong lets out a noise that's two steps away from being a whimper, walking a little faster to Junsu's car. He can see the outline of Junsu behind the steering wheel, but the sun's at a bad angle so that's all he can make out. "I wouldn't have stopped you," he says, no filter between his brain and mouth as always. "God, Junsu, do you know how many hours it's been? How many times I came close to saying fuck it, I don't care if I come in my pants like a pubescent teenager?"

Junsu's voice dips even lower. "Hyung, get the fuck in here," he growls, then hangs up.

What had been ten steps turns into five and Jaejoong throws the door open, crawling inside and attacking Junsu's mouth immediately, hands fisting in Junsu's shirt and hair as he shoves his tongue past Junsu's lips. It's one of the more awkward kisses Jaejoong can say he's ever experienced, but also the hottest and he pulls away mere seconds later, forehead pressed to Junsu's while he catches his breath.

"Was gonna come from that." He laughs nervously, his fingers pressing into Junsu's scalp, then sliding down to rub Junsu's earlobe. Focusing his attention on touching Junsu makes it a little easier to ignore how the way he's bent makes the vibrator press directly on his prostate. "Fuck, I'm so hard," he moans, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Jesus, shut the door so I can fuck you," Junsu says, breaking away to recline the driver's seat all the way so he can climb into the back. "Unless you want everyone to see you riding me."

Jaejoong honestly doesn't know how he's even able to move right now, much less follow directions, but he does and even hits the power lock before he scrambles into the backseat. He ends up straddling Junsu's thighs but doesn't sit, wanting to actually get to the fucking part.

Sliding his hands down Junsu's chest, nails scratching through Junsu's shirt, Jaejoong decides that's enough foreplay and reaches down to unbutton Junsu's jeans, tugging them down just enough so that he can pull Junsu's cock out of his underwear, stroking it roughly a few times. "I'm assuming you planned this, meaning you have the things we need. If not, I'm going to punch you."

Junsu rolls his eyes and holds up his right hand between them. There's a condom packet tucked between two fingers and Jaejoong snatches it happily. "Ooh, the warming kind," he says, before ripping it open with his teeth.

"Thought you'd appreciate it," Junsu says, tilting his head back and groaning softly when Jaejoong rolls the condom on and squeezes teasingly at the base.

Jaejoong takes a moment to lean in and kiss Junsu again, this time a little more coordinated though still as messy. His hands go to undo his pants and he pushes them down carefully so they don't rub against his cock too much. He moans into the kiss when he feels Junsu's hands reach back and slide under his boxers to cup his ass, pushing his underwear down that way.

"Shit, Junsu," Jaejoong gasps when he pulls away, body trembling when Junsu tugs on the string connected to the vibrator lightly. "F-fuck, god, don't tease anymore."

Moving his hand to the front, Junsu makes a circle with his thumb and pointer around the base of Jaejoong's cock, squeezing tightly while he pulls on the string a little harder and the vibrator slides out slowly. After, Jaejoong leans his forehead against Junsu's temple and breathes harshly, unsure if he's lamenting or relieved that the pressure is finally gone.

Junsu fumbles with the toy for a bit, trying to twist it to turn it off, but it's still too slippery from the lube that was used to put it in Jaejoong in the first place. He gives up and tosses it to the side, letting it buzz away happily while he replaces his hands on Jaejoong's ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh.

With Jaejoong's pants only down to mid-thigh, they're not in the easiest position in the world, but Junsu makes it work by sliding down a little until his ass is almost hanging over the edge of the seat. "Do you need more lube, hyung?" Junsu says, even as he grips and spreads Jaejoong's cheeks.

Jaejoong shakes his head. "No, I need you to fuck me," he says, bracing one hand against the top of the seats while the other holds Junsu's cock as he lowers onto it. His breath hitches when the tip of Junsu's cock slips past the ring of muscle, then he groans as he slides the rest of the way down -- this time definitely in relief. "Fuck, yes, this is what I needed," he moans, head thrown back. "Shit, you fill me so good, Junsu. M'not gonna last."

"Just move," Junsu grunts, already sweating a little from being in the tiny, enclosed space.

Jaejoong squeezes around Junsu, the tiny shift enough to make Junsu's cock rub against his prostate and Jaejoong shivers, grabbing at Junsu's hair roughly. The first thrust is slow and cautious, gauging just how much he can handle; apparently, he underestimates himself because slow and cautious is excruciating torture and he quickly speeds up, pulling off almost completely just so he can slam back down, burying Junsu to the hilt.

"Yeah, fuck yourself on that cock," Junsu hisses, fingers pressing the skin over Jaejoong's hips white. "Look at how much you love it, riding your dongsaeng. Can't get enough, can you? Knew you'd be a fucking slut for this, just knew it."

Jaejoong groans loudly, his cock bouncing between them, painfully red, and he leans down to kiss Junsu, lips sliding as he tries to lick Junsu's tongue into his mouth. Junsu moans back into the kiss before pushing Jaejoong away to smirk at him.

"Say you love my cock."

Jaejoong makes a noise deep in his throat, shaking his head, thighs trembling as he fucks Junsu harder, faster. He's so close but suddenly, there is a vice-like grip around the base of his cock and balls and he lets out a pitiful dry sob, continuing to rock against Junsu desperately.

"Say it and I'll let you come," Junsu says, using his other hand to stroke Jaejoong's cock firmly. It's too much, too good and too agonizing, so he gives in.

"I love your cock," he gasps. "Love touching it, sucking it, love when you fuck me like this. Couldn't stop thinking about it all day, how much I wanted you in me instead of that stupid thing, how much better you feel, how good you get me off." Whining, he jerks his hips forward, trying in vain to buck Junsu's hand off. "J-Junsu, fuck, I said it. Let me come."

Junsu's hand is gone in a second and goes to slap Jaejoong's ass sharply. The warmth from the dull sting spreads through Jaejoong until it explodes and he's coming so hard that he can't breathe, eyes clenched shut.

When Jaejoong's orgasm subsides and he opens his eyes, he's shaking from the aftershocks and Junsu is stroking his back. It takes a few tries for him to actually speak. "Did you come?" he says after another minute or so, raspy, surprised when he feels Junsu soften inside him.

Junsu chuckles. "The way you looked, was I supposed to do something else?"

Jaejoong's brain finally picks up on the faint buzzing off to the side and he looks over to see the vibrator still there, wedged into the seat. He looks back at Junsu. "If you have any other kinks you haven't told me about, you should now, because I will probably love them and life is too short and no one likes a withholder."

"How can you still talk so much? Maybe I'll look into gagging," Junsu mutters. "Okay, get off so we can go home."

"Will you eat with me even though it's past six?"

"No."

"Okay, great! Bulgogi for two."

FIC: {Better Than Brunch} [Jaejoong/Junsu/Yoochun]

2009-09-10T06:07:36Z

better than brunch
jaejoong/junsu/yoochun; 2,237
nc17
1. conversation from last night.
me: i can cap this at 1500, right? :D?
fic: *breezes past 1500* LOL, DUMBASS.
2. this, and thus my sleep deprivation, is entirely thevirginia's fault.

um. i'm having issues writing a different fic with porn in it, so apparently my brain thought to help with that, i should take a break and... write more porn. needless to say, my brain is no longer allowed to make decisions. thank you to meag for looking this over!

Jaejoong can count on one hand the number of times Junsu oversleeps per year, so when Yoochun comes to him one morning with a Cheshire-like grin on his face, that's all he needs to know to follow Yoochun back to the living room. Today he gets to wake a lazy Junsu, a special sort of luxury.

Junsu's bed is in the corner of the living room, tucked away from the kitchen and rest of the apartment. Sometimes Jaejoong gets the urge to tell Junsu he likes black too much, should consider adding a little more color to his wardrobe, but then they fly somewhere else and Junsu shows up in his Airport Apparel and effectively shuts up the nagging fashion police that reside in Jaejoong's head. Under the mountain of blankets, all Jaejoong can see of Junsu is a foot, hand, and a patch of severe bedhead poking out from the top.

As they close in, he and Yoochun separate at the foot of the bed and crawl onto it slowly, sandwiching Junsu in between when they lie down. Yoochun pulls the blankets off and they both bite down on snickers when Junsu frowns and shivers against them.

Before Junsu can curl in on himself to stay warm, Jaejoong drapes one arm over Junsu's chest as he leans in and noses at Junsu's cheek. "Junsu," he murmurs, stretching out Junsu's name. "Junsu, wake up. It's already past ten."

The sound Junsu makes in response is a half-whine, half-grumble, and his hands come up to push at them, not really caring whether he hits stomach or face. Yoochun grabs the wrist of the hand attacking him and holds it in place so he can kiss Junsu's palm.

"Please?" Jaejoong says, as he starts kissing along Junsu's jaw, each kiss slow and ending with a slightly wet smack, the tip of his tongue sneaking out to tease at Junsu's skin.

Junsu still has none of it and this time wiggles his entire body, a weak attempt to throw them off. There's a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth that gets deeper as Yoochun's lips press a trail higher and higher up his arm.

"Hyung," Yoochun says. His face is buried against the side of Junsu's neck and Jaejoong can see the way Junsu's face tightens ever so slightly each time Yoochun exhales. "I don't think this is working. We may need to employ more drastic measures."

Jaejoong tries not to laugh too loudly, nodding emphatically against Junsu's shoulder. "You may be right," he says, and slides his hand down Junsu's chest and stomach slowly before slipping it under Junsu's thin t-shirt. His fingertips press into Junsu's skin as they crawl back up, rucking Junsu's shirt higher in the process so that his entire stomach is exposed.

Though Jaejoong often teases Junsu about all the hair Junsu has on his stomach, it is actually one of his favorite things in the world. He knows he could spend hours just lying around and stroking Junsu's belly, reveling how warm and soft and so typically Junsu it is; unfortunately, Junsu would never indulge him so selflessly, so he takes what he can get in moments like this when Junsu's guard is down just enough for him to sneak past.

Jaejoong watches Yoochun's lips drift down and close on the dip of Junsu's collarbone, sucking softly at a spot where an eventual mark can be hidden easily by clothes. The frown is still there on Junsu's face, so Jaejoong helps out and starts dragging his nails across Junsu's stomach, light enough that it doesn't leave marks, but hard enough that it won't tickle. It doesn't take long before Junsu's body starts loosening between them, stretching out like a cat getting a tummy rub. But Jaejoong supposes that's exactly what's going on.

"That's it," Jaejoong says, keeping his hand moving in the same unhurried rhythm. He kisses Junsu's jaw again, from behind Junsu's ear to the tip of his chin, then up to Junsu's cheek before lingering at the corner of Junsu's mouth. It's not that if he kissed Junsu on the mouth, he'd be rejected; no, he just likes making Junsu give in to them, to see that Junsu wants them just as much when usually they have to work so hard just to get the tiniest bit of affection back. He knows it isn't because Junsu feels less, just that he likes to keep things private that ought to be private. Jaejoong can't fault him for that, nor does he want to.

But he and Yoochun are different. Touching is as important as talking, and every once in a while they need the reassurance. So when Junsu turns his head just enough for his lips to brush over Jaejoong's and Junsu's hand comes up to slide into Yoochun's hair, it's all the sign they need to stop holding back.

Jaejoong continues to rub Junsu's stomach but he pushes up on his other arm enough so that he can press Junsu's head into the pillow just by deepening the kiss, coaxing Junsu's lips open so his tongue can slip past and lick at the roof of Junsu's mouth, the inside of Junsu's cheeks, and Junsu's tongue too. He just barely registers the sound of Yoochun moaning softly under them, the hum of his voice echoed in the sigh Junsu breathes into Jaejoong's mouth.

One of the best things about Junsu is how predictable he is, so when Jaejoong's hand slows to a stop, he counts to five and breaks the kiss to grin when Junsu whines in disappointment. "Shh, this'll be better," he says, shifting back down and smiling at Yoochun when their eyes lock briefly. One of Yoochun's hands comes up and promptly disappears under Junsu's shirt where it's twisted up at his chest, but Junsu doesn't react in any way except to bite his lip, eyes still closed -- and they'll stay closed this entire time, he knows -- as if waiting for something. They both are, Jaejoong knows, waiting for him and the last thing he wants to do is fail to deliver.

Laying his head on Junsu's shoulder, Jaejoong moves his hand down to cup Junsu through his pajama pants, who was already half-hard from sleep. The tiny moan Junsu makes gets cut off by Yoochun's mouth, and another one when Yoochun teases Junsu's nipple is muffled as they kiss. Jaejoong watches openly as their mouths move together with a practiced and perfected ease, his hand still moving in tight circles over the growing bulge beneath his palm.

"This is all just for us, isn't it?" Jaejoong says, teasing but at the same time smitten with the idea that Junsu is theirs, even in the loosest sense. Sneaking his hand underneath the waistband, Jaejoong strokes Junsu's cock lazily, smiling in temporary satisfaction when he sees Junsu's toes curl into the blankets bunched at their feet. Even though this is one of the few times Junsu's actually vulnerable to influence, Jaejoong knows that they'll never get Junsu to say anything, which is fine because he likes Junsu's voice whether it's producing words or moans.

Junsu's head tilts back when Yoochun breaks their kiss and Jaejoong glances up to see that his lower lip is swollen, evidence of Yoochun's oral fixation. He can also see that Junsu's lip has a layer of sheen coating it, maybe from Junsu's own tongue licking at it, but probably from both him and Yoochun. Jaejoong is not interested in his ability to resist temptation right now, so he surges up and takes Yoochun's place, dragging out a long, almost pained moan from Junsu while he imagines licking up all the traces of Yoochun left behind.

Jaejoong's hand stops stroking just long enough to push Junsu's pants down to Junsu's thighs, his palm smoothing back up Junsu's hip as he pulls away to take in Junsu's expression, so open and relaxed and still theirs. Forcing his eyes down, he curls his fingers around Junsu's length again, biting his lip at the weight of Junsu in his palm and how good it feels.

"Yoochun," Jaejoong says, and Yoochun lifts his head from Junsu's chest where his mouth had been giving much attention to Junsu's nipple. "Yoochun, look at him."

Yoochun smiles, eyes focusing on Jaejoong's hand before he leans up to kiss Junsu's cheek and ear. "You're fucking gorgeous," Jaejoong hears him say quietly, and the subsequent shiver that runs through Junsu's body is immediate.

Jaejoong jerks Junsu off like he has all the time in the world, squeezing almost too tight on one upward stroke and making Junsu groan as he forces out a drop of precome that he swipes up with the tip of a finger. He brings the finger to Yoochun's mouth and moans when heat engulfs his finger up to the last knuckle, Yoochun's tongue swirling around the end.

"Fuck, you taste good too," Yoochun says, leaning in close to Junsu again and licking his lips, but not kissing Junsu. The way Junsu tenses lets them know he doesn't appreciate the teasing, but won't admit it. Jaejoong makes up for it by returning his hand to Junsu's cock and circling his now wet finger around the head, then rubbing at the slit.

Junsu arches up sharply but Yoochun just presses his chest down again. "Stay still," Yoochun says, keeping that hand splayed over Junsu's sternum while his other trails down to massage the inside of Junsu's thigh. When Jaejoong's hand slides lower to fondle Junsu's balls, his and Yoochun's fingers bump and he latches on, replacing his hand with Yoochun's so he can go back to fisting Junsu's cock.

Still very much affection hungry, Jaejoong nudges at Junsu's cheek with his nose until Junsu turns his face toward him, then kisses Junsu firmly, swallowing every noise Junsu makes. Junsu's hips start moving on their own and Jaejoong is more than happy to let Junsu thrust into his hand, chuckling against Junsu's mouth when his grip loosens and Junsu whines in protest.

"You're hogging the goods, hyung." Jaejoong lifts his head just a little and sees Yoochun biting and sucking at the curve of Junsu's shoulder.

"I am amenable to switching," Jaejoong says, licking at his already damp lips, and props himself up a little to give Yoochun room. Yoochun wastes no time, capturing Junsu's lips greedily and Jaejoong tightens his grip around Junsu's cock while he watches, swiping his thumb over the tip. He then teases the underside, dragging the edge of his nail across it lightly, and Junsu's hips jerk while his hands grab at Yoochun's hair.

It's always easy to recognize when Junsu is close. His breath quickens and the noises he makes become constant, an endless string of moans and gasps, face scrunched up like he's trying to make everything slow down. When he's still caught up in that fuzzy world between sleep and the living, he clings to the nearest body because he knows he can't keep control of himself. It's part of the reason why these rare occasions are Jaejoong's favorite when he knows how difficult it is to gain Junsu's trust.

Junsu's hands are now twisted in Yoochun's shirt and Jaejoong smiles, bending down to lay kisses all over Junsu's chest while his hand moves faster, aided by the precome he keeps gathering at the tip. He pauses to close his mouth around Junsu's nipple, tongue flicking against the already hard nub before he tugs lightly with his teeth. Junsu grunts, tilting his head back to swallow a gasp before sliding his arms around Yoochun's shoulders.

Jaejoong takes that as his cue to sit up, one hand continuing to work Junsu's cock while the other reaches behind Junsu's balls to press a finger to Junsu's hole, circling but never pushing in. With one more twist of Jaejoong's hand, Junsu's body tenses and he goes quiet for a stretched second. It's all the time Jaejoong needs to bend down and close his mouth over Junsu's cock before Junsu starts coming, long spurts that hit the back of his throat. Jaejoong swallows the best he can but some escapes out the corner of his mouth. Above, he can hear Junsu breathing harshly through his nose, and feels Junsu shake slightly under his hands.

After Jaejoong's sure he's sucked Junsu dry, he pulls off and moves up again to where Junsu has his face buried in Yoochun's neck. He lies on his side and cards his hand through Junsu's hair and Yoochun's, smiling knowingly when Yoochun eyes his chin. When the last bit of tension leaves Junsu and he falls back on the bed again, Yoochun is on Jaejoong immediately, licking a wide stripe over his jaw to lap up the bit of Junsu's come left behind.

While Junsu catches his breath, Jaejoong takes a moment to dote on Yoochun, drawing him into a slow kiss, their tongues immediately seeking each other out. "Shower soon?" he says when he draws back, close enough that his lips still cling to Yoochun's. Yoochun nods, smiling wide.

"Hey."

Jaejoong and Yoochun look down to see Junsu pouting up at them, eyes still drooping a little as he blinks slowly. Junsu looks so petulant that Jaejoong almost feel guilty for what they just did, but he pushes that off easily when he leans down to kiss the pout away.

"Good morning, Junsu."

FIC: {Do-It-Yourself Plumbing} [OT5 Gen/Crack]

2009-08-03T12:49:14Z

do-it-yourself plumbing
ot5 gen/crack; 978
pg/implicit; genderswitch
complete crackfic. there is literally no point whatsoever to this. it's more than embarrassing that i'm even posting this but whatever. for linda and her enthusiastic attitude towards leaky faucets. :D

Yoochun falls asleep at his piano without turning it off, head pillowed by his arms under the music stand. He is jolted awake an hour later when an awful, dissonant chord blares from the speakers. Sitting up, he turns off the keyboard and looks down to find out why the keys were pressed down to begin with.

Park Yoochun has boobs.

"Oh my god, fuck this," Yoochun says when she leaves the comfort of her workroom to find the other four already in the living room, all with similar bumps under their baggy t-shirts. "Why can't you let me be special?"

"See?" Jaejoong says to Yunho. "Yoochun doesn't think it's a big deal either."

"You shave your armpits and both of you buy women's jeans," Changmin says. "Your opinions count the least right now."

Jaejoong pulls Yoochun down next to her on the couch. "Don't you think Changmin's extra bitchy as a girl?"

"He's just pissed 'cause his boobs are A-cups," Yoochun says while staring across the coffee table. Junsu's in the single chair, curled into a ball with her eyes peeking over her knees. "Has your ass gotten bigger?"

Junsu turns red, probably from both embarrassment and anger, before placing a sofa pillow in front of her.

"Can we focus on what's important please?" Yunho says, speaking for the first time since Yoochun walked in. Her hair's still short, which Yoochun supposes is good since her face looks even smaller. "Does anyone have any idea why this happened?"

"I think Yoochun's old girlfriends got together to form a satanic cult to punish him and we got pulled into the mess unfairly."

"They're called implants, Changmin," Yoochun says.

"Hey, are those covered by our insurance plan?" Jaejoong says, cupping her breasts and squeezing twice. "I could use a bit of lift, don't you think?"

"I think hyung looks really natural," Junsu says, voice muffled since her mouth is still pressed against her knees.

Jaejoong beams and goes over to smother Junsu's face with her chest in what's supposed to be a hug.

The discussion doesn't get that much more productive after that.

The elephant in the room is about the other part that changes when you turn into a girl. They dutifully ignore this issue until Yoochun can't take it anymore and blurts out during dinner, "So has anyone else looked at their new vagina?"

Yunho, who had just put a piece of kimchi in her mouth, chokes at Yoochun's words and ends up snorting chili sauce up her nose. Jaejoong pounds on Yunho's back as she starts coughing and her eyes water.

Yoochun smiles sheepishly. "Sorry?"

"I'm not hungry anymore," Changmin says. Junsu pushes her bowl away too, frowning. "You couldn't have waited until after we're done eating to ask?"

"No," Yoochun says. "Besides, you're done now, aren't you? So answer."

"I'm not answering."

"No answer usually means yes."

"Except when I say I'm not answering and it actually means I'm not answering."

Yunho's still wiping at her eyes when she butts in and says, "Is that really a relevant issue right now?"

"Sexual exploration should be nurtured," Yoochun says, folding her pancake in half. Picking it up, she holds it vertically and dangles it in front of Yunho's face. Jaejoong giggles before leaning over to bite off a chunk at the bottom.

"So no one has?" Jaejoong says, mouth half-full.

Everyone shakes their heads -- except for Junsu.

Yoochun leans forward immediately, eyes wide. "Shut. Up. Did you really?"

Junsu sputters before answering. "I had just woken up and was tired and really needed to pee except what's usually down there wasn't and I freaked out but I still had to pee so I did and then I. You know. Looked and stuff." Her cheeks go from pink to red.

"And stuff?"

"It was an accident, I didn't mean to touch it!"

There is a brief lull in conversation where Junsu messily brushes her hair forward to hide her face and everyone else very carefully deliberates whether or not they want to collectively go there. In the end, it's Junsu who breaks the silence from behind her curtain of tangled hair.

"You know. It doesn't drip like all the porn suggests."

Changmin sighs her My Hyungs Are The Biggest Burdens Ever sigh. "It's a vagina, not a leaky faucet."

They all turn in early, hoping that spontaneous penis disappearance is one of those 24-hour flu things. Yoochun knows she's not going to fall asleep so she doesn't even try, instead staring at the ceiling in the dark. Over in Jaejoong's bed, sheets rustle, meaning she's awake too.

"Yoochun-ah?"

"Mm?"

"I bet Changmin was totally lying. No answer definitely means yes."

"Right?" Yoochun turns onto her side. "He'd totally be the first to, you know, do that stuff."

"Seriously!" There's more rustling and Yoochun watches as Jaejoong sits up, gathering her blankets around her, then waddle over to Yoochun's side.

"My blankets are big enough to share," Yoochun says, sitting up to make room for Jaejoong at the foot of the bed.

"I don't like yours. They scratch," Jaejoong says, looking like a pyramid of blankets with just her head poking out the top. "Hey."

"Hey...?"

"Do girls really have, I mean. Y'know. Over and over?"

"Oh. I dunno. Never been with one that did. Have you?"

Jaejoong ducks her head, meaning she's blushing. "No, was hoping you have."

"Nope. Sorry."

There's a few moments of awkward silence.

"So. Do you wanna race to see who can have the most?"

Jaejoong all but flies up, lying down next to Yoochun. She has her game face on.

"Bring it, Park."

In the morning, they're still girls. Changmin glares at him during breakfast and asks why he looks so happy about it.

"Because I won. Five times."

FIC: {Of Cheek-Gnawing and Leg-Pasting (The Caffè Espresso Remix)} [Yunho/Changmin; Jaechun]

2009-08-01T01:32:13Z

of cheek-gnawing and leg-pasting (the caffè espresso remix)
yunho/changmin, jaejoong/yoochun; 10,717
r
written for remixredux09 and remix of maskyouwear's of book stores and word vomit. i never thought i'd write a homin-centric fic before but this was a lot of fun and i ended up pounding out 8k in 30+ hours so obviously that just goes to show i know nothing. thank you sososo much to meag and shay, and various other people for whipping this into shape and listening to me whine for hours on end. ♥

The end is a bit anticlimactic.

I love you but we are absolutely shitty together, Jaejoong tells him after another night of petty insults, low digs, and an attempt at resolution via therapeutic angry sex that ends up not very therapeutic. But two out of three isn't bad.

Yunho wakes up the next morning with a layer of dried something-he-really-needs-to-wash-off on his thighs and hair matted against one side of his face. The first thing out of his mouth when Jaejoong stirs is, "We can still live together though, right? I really like this apartment and it's close to my work and the parking fees aren't astronomic--."

"Fuck okay yes now shut up and let me sleep."

---

The text messages Yunho gets from Jaejoong two months later are a little different than the usual.

how long do u think i
should wait b4 i can
start liking some1 else?

yunho answer me

omg did i upset u

Yunho sighs after losing his second attempt at a reply and decides to call Jaejoong instead. Jaejoong picks up on the first ring and says, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings it's just he's really cute and adorable and has these puffy chipmunk cheeks that I just want to gnaw on is that weird and creepy I don't want to be weird and creepy oh my god Yunho say something you ass don't just ignore my midlife crisis!"

"My feelings aren't hurt, that could be creepy especially if you tell him that right now but who knows maybe he's into that, and you're only 23 so you can't be having a midlife crisis." Yunho sits down on the couch in the living room and puts Jaejoong on speaker next to him so he can flip through a catalogue of kindergarten school supplies for his classroom. "Where are you and who is he anyway?"

"I needed this book for my dissertation but the library didn't have it because the library is a shithole and Google told me this was the only bookstore within a 50-mile radius that carried it but I don't know why Google thought it wasn't necessary to also tell me the bookstore has an employee that would trigger my previously unknown cheek gnawing kink because it is totally necessary!"

Yunho forgets he's supposed to reply at the pause, too busy trying to pick between the dinosaur and zoo animal puzzles.

"Jung Yunho, stop looking at kiddy porn and help me!" Jaejoong hisses.

Yunho takes a moment to frown at the phone, then says, "I am not involved with child pornography and you are a bad man for suggesting it. Also, why are you whispering?"

"Because he was at the front when I came in but now he's not and I don't know where he is and I don't want him to hear me talking about how I want to chew on his face."

"Okay," Yunho sighs, closing the magazine since being distracted by Jaejoong makes him even more indecisive, "even if we haven't determined if your Mystery Man finds your obsession weird and creepy, I'm pretty sure I do. Please stop talking about it before I start associating you with cannibalism."

"Shut up, I'm not respecting your boundaries until you start being helpful."

"Aren't you there to buy a book? Why don't you actually go do that? Ask his name, make small talk. Social interaction 101, Jaejoong. It's what you're supposed to do when you leave the house," Yunho says, switching the speaker off and putting the phone to his ear again. He catches Jaejoong groaning and then hears a dull thunk. "Sorry, damaging store property is on the what not to do list."

"You know I'm absolute shit at small talk."

"He's working. I'm sure he'll welcome your supernatural ability to wax poetic about nothing in particular for hours on end with opens arms." He's actually only being half-sarcastic.

"Why can't you be a nice ex-boyfriend? I can't believe parents are entrusting their children to your care."

"Unless a freak accident happens and you regress into a five year old, you'll just have to deal with my brand of tough love," Yunho says. "Now will you go already?"

Jaejoong grumbles at him petulantly. Yunho considers mentioning he meant five years old physically, not just mentally. "Fine. Finefinefine. Okay. I'm going." A pause. "Right now." Yunho bites at a hangnail. "Heeeere I go."

"I'm hanging up on you."

"Wait, I shouldn't mention the cheek gnawing during small talk, right?"

Yunho hangs up on him.

---

When Jaejoong returns to the apartment later dragging his feet and sulking, Yunho takes it to mean things didn't really go according to plan. This is dangerous; if it went badly enough to make Jaejoong not feel like cooking tonight, it means Yunho might as well starve lest his cooking skills level up from only being able to boil water or make cereal.

"Does he already have someone?"

Jaejoong shrugs.

"Is he straight?"

Jaejoong shrugs again. The fact that he's not complaining loudly about how unfair his life is can only mean one thing.

Yunho sighs. "You didn't actually talk to him, did you?"

Jaejoong collapses at the dining table and buries his face in his arms, nodding. Yunho goes and grabs two beers from the fridge before joining him. "I choked like a choking thing!" Jaejoong says, pouting pathetically as he spins the bottle Yunho hands him. "He was like 'oh I really like this composer, you picked out a really good book, I hope you enjoy it' and all I could do was shove my credit card at him like I wanted to get out as fast as possible which is completely not what I wanted to do which was make out with him on the counter, I mean right, completely opposite, and then he was like 'have a good day, come again' and I. Fucking. Waved. Goodbye. I waved. I couldn't even say one word. One word! I am a failure."

Yunho scratches the back of his head. "I'm not sure if you should go that far –"

"I AM A FAILURE."

"Okay, okay. Whatever you want." Yunho pats Jaejoong's shoulder. "Are you going to go back and try again?"

"That would be even more embarrassing and failtastic."

"Has that actually ever stopped you from doing anything?" Yunho says. He continues before Jaejoong can say anything. "You could at least find out if he likes guys and is single before deciding all is lost."

The beer continues to be left untouched as Jaejoong drops his head onto the table, cheek pressed to the surface. He huffs, the rush of air making his lips vibrate and Yunho smiles at the scene Jaejoong is making, even if it's a more subdued version than usual.

"Should I be jealous that you're so head over heels for someone you've only seen for maybe ten minutes?" Yunho pushes his hand through Jaejoong's hair, a gesture of comfort he hasn't bothered to shake off yet despite its intimacy. It earns him a smile though, so it's a little bit worth it.

"You're so dumb," Jaejoong says, but it's all fondness. "I was just as bad with you. You were just really, really, really dense."

"Your depiction of my personality is so flattering I almost can't handle it," Yunho says dryly, but looking back on it, the incident with the air freshener, galbi grill, and Pokémon plushies makes a lot more sense now though no less horrifying. "What's stopping you from tackling the new guy then?"

Jaejoong's mouth twists to the left, the way it always does when Yunho says something that makes too much sense. It twists to the right when Yunho loses something and has to ask him where it is. "W-Well. Nothing. I guess," he murmurs. Yunho continues to wait patiently, knowing Jaejoong is trying to find a way to articulate the jumble of thoughts in his head so they actually make sense out loud. "I just," Jaejoong sighs. "We were together for so long. I've forgotten what it feels like to have a crush. It's really nerve-wracking, you know? And then I feel dumb for being so nervous when I'm nearly 25 years old."

Yunho scoots his chair closer and sits up a little straighter as he drapes his arm around Jaejoong's shoulders and pulls him in. "You're fine," he says warmly, resting his chin on Jaejoong's head when it falls against the crook of his neck. "Bet you've already knocked the kid off his feet."

He feels Jaejoong's arms wrap around his waist, hugging tightly. "You're going to keep being my cheerleader?" Jaejoong mumbles.

Chuckling, Yunho drops a brief kiss to Jaejoong's hair. "If that's what you need."

Jaejoong doesn't say anything back and a few minutes of silence pass before he finally sits up and smiles at Yunho, his demeanor no longer carrying that frazzled tension. There's no thank you, but he stands up and says, "What do you want for dinner?"

As far as Yunho is concerned, those words are a hundred times better than any gratitude.

---

A few weeks pass until Yunho wakes up one day and realizes there's a stack of books about dead composers growing on the coffee table. It's nearly two feet high and starting to teeter precariously, not to mention close to blocking his view of the television. He makes a note to talk to Jaejoong when the other returns from classes because as supportive as he wants to be, things are getting ridiculous.

In the afternoon, Yunho is catching up on episodes of One Piece when the apartment door slams open and Jaejoong runs in yelling Yunho's name. He rushes out, worried, and nearly collides into Jaejoong by the bathroom, ready to call the ambulance if necessary.

The emergency is this: "His name is Yoochun!"

Yunho stares at Jaejoong's face for a while, at his wide, excited eyes and the grin stretched ear to ear. Then he simply shakes his head and ruffles Jaejoong's hair, shaking the half-melted snow from clumped strands before walking back to his room.

It's lucky it was a good emergency instead of bad; when he sits down again, Yunho realizes he's lost his phone for the fourth time this week.

---

"Okay, you can't embarrass me, all right?"

Yunho smiles and looks over at Jaejoong who's straightening his clothes as they walk to the book store. He made Jaejoong agree that morning to let him tag along under the pretense that he wants to meet this Yoochun for himself, that it's imperative he gets Yunho's approval before anything serious should happen. It's not that he isn't concerned about that, because he does care, but mostly he wants to keep Jaejoong from buying more books as an excuse to talk to Yoochun.

"I promise not to tell him about the time you walked into a street lamp," he says, barely hiding his laugh. "Twice."

Jaejoong punches Yunho's arm lightly and pouts at him. For a moment, Yunho gets second thoughts about going with. He wonders if he's actually okay with Jaejoong caring about someone else or if he's just assumed he is, and it's easier to ignore Jaejoong's attention shifting away from him when he doesn't know what who it's shifting to looks like.

A block away from the store, Jaejoong stops and asks if he looks okay. Yunho's pretty sure Jaejoong doesn't realize he still has his bangs pinned up, something he does whenever he spends time writing term papers or studying for a big exam. He used to tell Jaejoong the geeky look was cute on him but only ever received scoffing and eye-rolling in return.

"You look fine," Yunho says, reaching up to fix the other's scarf. He figures Jaejoong can kill him later if he wants, but for now he thinks the real Jaejoong deserves a chance to shine.

---

It's kind of a blur, what happens.

The beginning's okay. After they walk in, Yoochun glares at him and nearly drools at Jaejoong. Yunho can tell immediately what Jaejoong sees in this guy and doesn't even care that he gets introduced as the Best Friend.

And then.

And then the door opens and a boy with the longest legs Yunho has ever seen walks in. His name is Changmin, he's Yoochun's friend, and suddenly Yunho is jealous of Yoochun for all the wrong reasons.

He thinks of that phone call with Jaejoong and decides maybe cheek gnawing isn't such a stupid thing to want to do to someone because all he can think of is how much he wants to paste himself to Changmin's legs and never, ever let go.

---

Jaejoong is wearing his Hamtaro pajamas when Yunho walks into his room that night and says, "So, tell me again, how come you get to keep the bedroom when you were the one that broke up with me?"

"Because you're a buttface who doesn't tell me I'm sporting really stupid hair right before I go meet the guy I like."

Yunho sits down at the foot of Jaejoong's bed. "Pout all you want," and Jaejoong is, a lot, "but I promise Yoochun couldn't stop staring at you."

"Yeah, because I looked stupid and people don't know how to look away from car accidents," Jaejoong says.

Rolling his eyes, Yunho doesn't even bother arguing with Jaejoong about all the ways he doesn't look like a car crash. "So. Yoochun's friend…." he says instead, picking at the comforter as he trails off.

"… Oh my god. You like him!"

Yunho sputters, but in the end offers nothing to prove Jaejoong wrong. He gives a pitiful Okay, Fine I Am shrug and then yells when Jaejoong tackles him into a headlock.

"I knew it! I thought you were going to burn a hole in that guy's crotch if you stared any harder."

"I was looking at his legs, not his crotch!" Yunho says, trying to pry away from Jaejoong's grip but failing miserably.

Jaejoong lets go eventually, but not without giving him a noogie first. "You know this means we're going on double dates."

Yunho rubs the side of his neck and looks at Jaejoong flatly. "Why don't you work on going on a date first and getting me Changmin's number," he says, getting up and walking towards the door. "I'll think about thinking about double dating with you."

Jaejoong picks up one of his pillows to throw at him. Yunho yawns a good night, still walking leisurely; he knows the pillow isn't going to make it that far past the end of the bed anyway.

---

Not only does Jaejoong get Changmin's number, but Yunho ends up with a piece of paper detailing the guy's workplace, email, IM usernames, and apartment address too. Yunho is impressed – and incredibly creeped out.

It turns out Changmin spends most afternoons working at the coffee shop across the street from the book store. Yunho waits about a day and a half before he caves and visits, muttering to himself while on the subway about what to say.

Except when he gets there, walks inside, and sees Changmin smiling as he takes a customer's order, Yunho feels like he's suddenly got numb tongue. His feet seem to be stuck to the ground, but then another person enters the shop and Yunho stumbles forward to the counter right as the former customer walks away.

"Hi, what can I get for – oh. Hey, you were at the book store the other day. Yunho, right?"

Changmin remembers him. Remembers his name. Yunho feels like hugging him and doesn't trust that he wouldn't if there wasn't a physical object between them. He clears his throat and nods. "Yes. Um. I… didn't know you worked here."

"Really." Changmin raises an eyebrow at him and Yunho is surprised by how intimidating it is. "So Jaejoong didn't take advantage of Yoochun's infatuation with him and pretty much squeeze out every piece of personal information about me short of giving you my national identification number?"

Yunho tries not to blush too hard. "Does that mean I can email you?"

Changmin glances behind him and Yunho realizes there's a line forming behind him. Now he's really blushing. "How about I get you something and then we'll talk," Changmin laughs.

Nodding, Yunho smiles and orders a shot of espresso.

"One vanilla latte with extra whipped cream, coming right up."

"… B-But I said espresso."

Changmin looks at him pointedly. "You are not a shot of espresso. You are a vanilla latte with extra whipped cream. Or a hot cocoa with extra whipped cream on bad days." He snatches a few bills from Yunho's hand as the register pops open. "Has anyone told you too much whipped cream is bad for you?"

Yunho frowns. "I like it."

Changmin laughs. "I like it too."

---

Yunho ends up waiting for over an hour before Changmin can get away from behind the counter. He finished his latte half an hour ago so when Changmin sits down with a new cup and slides it over, whipped cream piled even higher, Yunho's pride is the only thing keeping him from asking Changmin to pseudo-marry him.

Taking a sip and giving himself a cream mustache, he says, "I was thinking we could skip over the first date and go straight to the third where one of us goes over to the other's place."

Changmin smiles and reaches over to wipe Yunho's top lip clean with his thumb, then sucks it into his mouth. "That's so weird," he says around it, then slips it out. "I was thinking I make some mean hotpot."

Yunho doesn't know if he fully comprehends what he's getting himself into, but he's pretty sure it's awesome.

---

"Jesus, where have you been?" Jaejoong calls from the living room when Yunho gets home, sky outside mostly dark. "You'll probably have to reheat dinner."

Yunho plops down on the sofa next to him. "My face hurts," he says brightly.

"Call it a hunch, but I think it's because you're smiling so hard you're about to break it." Jaejoong sets aside all the papers in his lap. "Are you going to say why or is it just to creep me out?"

"He cooks!" Yunho says, grabbing Jaejoong's shoulders. "And he's going to cook for me! On a date! I have a date!"

"I'm assuming you mean Changmin," Jaejoong says, eyes wide but otherwise letting Yunho manhandle him freely. "Otherwise I'm calling you a slut."

Yunho rolls his eyes. "Yes, I mean Changmin," he says, falling back against the couch, grin still stuck. "He's kind of amazing. And by kind of, I mean ridiculously."

"Well, I'm glad it's going peachy for you," Jaejoong huffs.

Calming, Yunho turns to face Jaejoong, confused by the resentment he's hearing. "Did something happen with Yoochun?"

"No!"

Yunho blinks. "Okay. Did something else happen?"

Jaejoong groans, rubbing his face. "No, nothing happening is the problem! We've done nothing but talk for forever. Am I not being obvious enough? Does he not like me that way?"

"Maybe you should strip in front of him and see what happens." Jaejoong glares daggers at him and Yunho holds his hands up. "Okay, okay. Why don't you just ask him out?"

"Because," Jaejoong mumbles.

"Because what?"

Jaejoong makes some incoherent grumbling noises. "Because I want him to ask me out, okay?"

Yunho stares for a second, and then starts laughing. He continues laughing even when Jaejoong starts smacking him repeatedly while yelling for him to shut up. "You are such a girl!" he howls, falling back onto the armrest.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Yunho manages to hold Jaejoong off long enough to say, "Okay, okay, wait! I'll talk to Changmin about it, all right?"

Jaejoong backs off. "And you won't make fun of me about it?"

Yunho sits up and follows protocol, drawing an X over his heart. "And hope to die," he says. "By your hand."

"Thanks," Jaejoong says, sighing. "I just really like him, you know? Even if I'm being girly about it."

Pulling Jaejoong into a loose hug, Yunho strokes his back. "It'll work out. You've got me as your cheerleader, remember? I'm failproof." He smiles when he feels Jaejoong laugh against his chest.

After a while, Jaejoong says, "So Changmin cooks?"

"He can make hotpot."

"You're a lucky bastard, Jung Yunho, finding all these guys who know how to cook so you don't starve to death."

"I know."

---

Yunho thought that the weekend would take eons to arrive; but then he wakes up Friday morning, realizes that it's Friday morning and in 12 hours it'll be Friday evening, and promptly starts freaking out.

Also he's running late for work and kindergarteners are surprisingly punctual.

He rushes out to the kitchen where Jaejoong is waiting with pancakes wrapped in foil. "Hey, for tonight—"

"I'll pick out some clothes for you."

"Great. Also could you—"

"And I'll buy some wine after classes for you to take over."

"You're the best," Yunho says, grabbing his on-the-go breakfast. "I love you platonically very much."

Jaejoong literally kicks him out. "Go to work, you big pedo."

---

The building Changmin lives in is just off campus and instead of buzzing the intercom to be let in, he simply tailgates a group of guys with approximately ten 24-packs of beer in their arms. When he gets up there, the door to Changmin's apartment is slightly ajar and he hears faint kitchen noises coming from inside. Knocking loud enough to hopefully be heard, he lets himself in.

And immediately regrets it when he hears Changmin's voice shout, "Oh my god, get out!"

"I'm sorry the door was open I didn't mean to it's really rude of me I know I'll go stand outside and wait."

Changmin comes around the corner, wearing a red apron with the obligatory Kiss the Chef on it plus a wooden spoon in his hand. His eyes widen when he sees Yunho and he reaches out with the empty hand. "No, not you! You can stay. I definitely want you to stay."

"Oh."

"I was talking to Junsu," Changmin says, and as if on cue, a shorter man with a faux hawk appears in front of them. "He's my roommate and is just about to leave."

Even though Yunho thinks Changmin looks pretty scary glaring, Junsu just laughs and says, "He's hot, Changmin-ah. Nice job."

Yunho flushes and feels slightly uncomfortable. "Um. Thanks?"

"Dude, don't worry, you're all his," Junsu says, slipping on a jacket. "I like tits."

"Seriously, I'm going to throw you out the window if you don't leave soon," Changmin all but growls, teeth clenched.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Junsu toes his shoes on as he sneaks a peek at the wine Yunho's holding. "Good choice." He then pats Yunho's back as he leaves, calling over his shoulder, "Don't get too drunk and forget to put on a condom! Safe sex is what the cool kids do!"

Changmin slams the door shut, then turns and gives Yunho a relieved smile. "God, I'm really sorry you had to meet him. And um, hi, I guess."

Yunho chuckles. "Hi," he says. "And I, uh, I'm pretty good at holding my liquor so. We're okay."

Changmin's cheeks turn a fairly impressive shade of pink and Yunho bites down on his lip to keep from rushing forward and kissing him because this is still a first-third date, not a third-third date.

"Dinner's almost ready," Changmin says in a rush, pushing away from the door and slipping past Yunho back to the kitchen. "I'll show you where the glasses are."

As he follows, Yunho stares at Changmin's legs and thinks it's really good they'll be out of view while they eat.

---

It doesn't take long for Yunho to realize that the more Changmin talks, the more Yunho falls for him. He's a computer science major with a third year standing even though he's barely through with sophomore year, but is taking a minor in audio engineering, works at the coffee shop because he likes people-watching, and makes amazing hotpot.

"You know at concerts, there's the person who stands over that huge mixing board on the floor? I want to be that guy."

"Do you like music?" Yunho says, reaching for his wine. "Or is that a stupid question."

Changmin smiles for the hundredth time since they sat down and, like the last 99 times, Yunho melts a little more. "I do now. Hated practicing when I was little though and my parents signed me up for piano without asking, but it's nice to be able to sit down and sight read something with little trouble."

"Impressive. I can only play the drums."

"God, I wish my parents had let me learn that," Changmin says, shaking his head. "But it was hard enough convincing them that guitar was just as worthwhile as piano."

Yunho laughs shortly under his breath. "You play guitar too?"

Changmin flushes slightly. "And violin," he mumbles before biting the rim of his wine glass.

"You should play for me after dinner," Yunho says, ignoring Changmin's embarrassment. "I bet you're amazing."

"What? No. Nonono. I suck," Changmin says, shaking his head furiously. "Horrible. Atrocious. Repulsive."

"That's a little harsh," Yunho says. "I think you should give me a chance to judge for myself."

"Not gonna happen."

Yunho hums, studying Changmin for a few moments, and tries to hide a smile when Changmin starts squirming across from him. "What if I got you drunk?"

Changmin blinks at him before laughing. "I think you are the only guy in the world who's ever said that in order to get something that's not sex."

"Does that mean you'll play?" Yunho says, then squeaks when he feels something slide up his leg and pause over the curve of his knee.

"It means I hold my liquor pretty well too, but you're welcome to try."

---

Yunho does actually try, but he fails. Even though he made Changmin drink over half the bottle, leaving a permanent blush on his cheeks, he moves like he's still sober and definitely rejects Yunho's begging in the same manner.

"This movie okay?" Changmin says after Yunho drapes himself unceremoniously on the couch.

Yunho nods, barely looking at what Changmin's holding, because he really doesn't care what the hell they watch as long as it gets Changmin away from the DVD player and next to him. Which isn't what happens because the microwave beeps just then and Changmin goes to get the popcorn. Yunho decides popcorn is the food of the devil.

Changmin finally plops down next to him as the opening sequence starts, close enough so that their thighs touch, and leans into Yunho's side like it's the most natural thing in the world. It takes maybe half a second for Yunho to reciprocate likewise, arm wrapping around Changmin's shoulders, and he grins when Changmin presses some popcorn to his mouth. He reconsiders the devil food decision when his lips brush over skin and Changmin shifts surreptitiously beside him.

About fifteen minutes in, Yunho begins to realize that this close proximity is doing nothing for his attention span. Watching Changmin, however, gets better results so he ends up doing that instead. It's going pretty well until Changmin looks over ten minutes later, thus bringing their faces really, really close together.

He doesn't realize he's holding his breath until Changmin says evenly, "If you want to make out, you can just say so."

"What! No," Yunho says with more force than necessary. "No, the movie's – the movie's great. I love," he glances at the screen, "I absolutely love aerial shots. Bird's eye view is my favorite perspective. I really enjoy how… high. It is."

The light from the TV is enough to show Changmin trying to stifle a laugh.

"Okay, look, I've seen this before and you're just." Yunho trails off because Changmin's staring at him like he doesn't believe a word Yunho's saying. Which is fair because Yunho doesn't believe himself either. "Okay, yes. Yes, I would like to make out with you."

Changmin moves away just enough to put the popcorn bowl on the coffee table before straddling Yunho's lap. "You're really dumb," he murmurs, cupping Yunho's face. "Owning the movie means I've seen it too."

"I'm really dumb," Yunho says with a happy sigh.

He makes a small noise when Changmin's mouth finally touches his, just a little chapped but still so soft, and it's about a million times better than watching some ridiculous movie. It's about a million times infinity better when his hands settle on Changmin's thighs and slide up to grip where they meet Changmin's hips.

The hero is kissing the girl on-screen while triumphant music plays in the background when they finally pull apart for more than two seconds. They've moved to lying on the sofa, Changmin on top, with their shirts untucked and pushed halfway up their chests.

Yunho brushes his mouth over Changmin's and murmurs, "I'm going to say something you're going to hate right now."

"Then don't say it."

"I have to," Yunho says, pushing Changmin away maybe half a centimeter. "I should go soon."

Changmin pulls a face and groans. "Yeah, I hate it."

"I'm sorry. I'm tired."

Changmin raises an eyebrow, amused. "I bore you?" he says as his nails trail up and down lazily over Yunho's stomach, making Yunho moan softly.

"Oh god, that came out wrong." Yunho closes his eyes and tries to use whatever willpower he has to resist pressing up into the touch. "Not because of you, because of work. Kindergarteners are kind of a handful."

"Well, I don't think I can continue to seduce you after you've mentioned small children," Changmin says, slipping his hand out.

Yunho gives him another small kiss. "But I really want to see you again soon?"

Changmin sighs and it's definitely one of those bad sighs. He pushes against Yunho's chest and sits up, straightening his shirt. "I would love to say we could meet again tomorrow, but I have a 15-page paper due Wednesday that I told myself I would finish this weekend because it's worth 40% of my grade and I only have a title so far."

Yunho sits up too and attempts to straighten his hair. "I don't want you to fail college."

"How sweet of you," Changmin chuckles, then gets up to turn on the lights. Yunho squints as he tries to adjust to the sudden brightness. When he does, he sees a very thoroughly kissed Changmin standing at the foot of the couch and it is an awfully nice visual. "If you want, you can come over Wednesday night and celebrate me not failing college? Or is Mr. Jung not allowed out on school nights?" Changmin smirks.

"Haha," Yunho says flatly as he stands, but he's smiling a little, arms automatically linking around Changmin's waist when he reaches him. "I'll be here and I'll bring two bottles of wine."

"I accept your challenge," Changmin grins, leaning in again.

---

On Wednesday, Yunho leaves straight from work to go to Changmin's, sending Jaejoong a text to remind him he won't be home until late, and stops only to buy the promised bottles of wine. The scene he finds when he actually arrives at Changmin's is less than stellar.

For starters, Yoochun is there and he looks slightly drunk. And teary. That part's a little awkward. It's also a little awkward when Yoochun spots him and runs to him so fast he barely has time to pass the paper bag in his hands to Changmin in order to make room for an armful of Yoochun.

"He won't tell us what happened," Changmin says, setting the bag down in the kitchen. "Clearly he's reacting better to you so maybe you should try."

"Um, okay," Yunho says, then tries to maneuver over to the couch with Yoochun fused to his side. He is nearly starting to sweat when they finally sit down. "All right, what happened?"

Yoochun buries his face in Yunho's shoulder and shakes his head rapidly. Yunho makes a face at Changmin; this was as bad as getting one of his five year olds to admit that they ate some glue.

Junsu drops onto the beanbag a few feet away. "It's obviously about Jaejoong."

It is obvious, because Yoochun lets out a loud wail at Junsu's words. Yunho decides that if Yoochun's going to act like a child, he's going to get treated like one too. "If you don't tell us what's wrong by the time I count to three, I'm going to call Jaejoong and tell him you have a stuffed animal kink. 1… 2—"

"WORD VOMIT," Yoochun says into his shirt.

Yunho's eyes widen and he would jerk away if Yoochun wasn't holding on so tightly. "Um. Run that by me again?"

"He kissed me! Like, on the mouth and for more than two seconds and I tried to tell him 'I like you and that was really awesome and you should do it again' after but only gibberish came out and he was like 'what was that' and I said 'sorry, word vomit' and then he looked really upset and left!"

"… O-Oh." Yunho wonders if it's supposed to be funny, because it sounds funny, but Yoochun is upset so that means it's probably not. Yet he images Yoochun saying "word vomit" to Jaejoong in his head and he has to bite his lip really, really hard in order to not laugh. "Oh, Yoochun."

Junsu and Changmin excuse themselves to go laugh their asses off, a luxury Yunho is very jealous of right now.

"You two are impossible," he says, loosening Yoochun's death grip enough so he can breathe somewhat easier. "You like him. He likes you. Why aren't you going out yet?"

"Because I'm a word vomiter! Why would he ever go out with a word vomiter? I wouldn't."

Laughter erupts louder than before from the direction of the bedrooms and again, Yunho bites the inside of his cheek until he calms down. "He kissed you. He'll forgive you."

"I think you're lying."

"You don't have to believe me, but since I've known Jaejoong longer, it's probably best you do."

Yoochun finally pulls away, sniffling loudly as he does. "Thanks, Yunho. You're a good guy."

Yunho pats Yoochun's back awkwardly. "Don't mention it."

"Sorry I ruined your night with Changmin."

"It's okay."

And Yunho really tries to tell himself that when he goes to find Changmin to tell him he's leaving because he needs to go be a good best friend to Jaejoong.

"What's your Thursday schedule like though?"

"Only morning classes. Done by 10:30, home by 11."

"Can I call you during naptime?" Yunho says, smiling.

"That is so sexy," Changmin says wryly. "But sure. Of course."

Yunho tries to keep the goodbye kiss shorter this time. The kiss for Changmin's not failing college goes a little less according to plan.

--

As expected, when Yunho walks in the door at 6:03PM, Jaejoong is on the couch with his Hamtaro pajamas already on (hood drawn up and drawstrings pulled tight), giant down comforter wrapped around his frame, and a pint of chocolate chocolate chip Häagen-Dazs ice cream balanced on his knees.

"Oh sweetie," Yunho says, sitting down and immediately gathering Jaejoong to his chest after he pries the ice cream away for safety.

"I thought he really liked me, you know?"

"He does."

Jaejoong continues like he didn't even hear Yunho. "But I finally worked up the courage to kiss him and he just. He said. Or he didn't. I mean, like he didn't want to exert the effort to actually throw up or something, so I got some half-assed gibberish! I kissed him and pretty much laid it all out and he just – babbled at me. God, I feel so fucking stupid."

"You're not stupid and he wasn't rejecting you," Yunho says. "I was just at Changmin's and Yoochun was there—"

"You saw him? What the fuck—" Yunho slaps a hand over Jaejoong's mouth.

"Listen to me. He wasn't rejecting you. He is head over heels about you, okay? I promise. It was like the apocalypse was coming with the way he was acting. Look, he was crying on me." He slides his hand down and watches Jaejoong chew on his lower lip.

"Really?"

Yunho smiles a little, nodding. "Really. He likes you just as much as you like him. Your kiss just, broke his brain I think, so he forgot how to talk. In any case, I told him to call you tomorrow so you two can sort things out, and finally go out on a date even, god forbid."

Jaejoong is silent for a moment, then moves away to unravel the comforter and hold it open for Yunho. Yunho hesitates for a second, because technically he's going out with Changmin now and even if there isn't anything going on between him and Jaejoong anymore, there had been at one point so he's not sure if they should still be cuddling under blankets.

Except Yunho knows how bad it has to be for Jaejoong to put the hood up on his Hamtaro pajamas so he scoots close and lets Jaejoong wrap him up snugly.

"You're the best," Jaejoong murmurs.

Yunho laughs quietly. "So I've been told." He clears his throat, then adds, "Are you um. Going to tell Yoochun about our… history?"

Jaejoong doesn't acknowledge his question in any physical way, but murmurs after a beat, "I've thought about mentioning it before."

"Oh. Okay, 'cause. I think I'm going to tell Changmin tomorrow. Wanted to let you know."

This time Jaejoong looks at him with a smile. "Sounds like something you would do. I hope it goes well."

"Thanks." Yunho squeezes Jaejoong briefly. "So. Since you probably don't feel like cooking and it's best for all of humanity that I don't go near the kitchen, do you want to order some jajangmyeon with extra, extra, extra, extra pickled radish?"

"Yes, please. And one more extra."

---

Technically naptime is on the schedule from 12:30 to 1:15, but today Yunho has trouble getting Jinho to stay still for more than two minutes at a time. The little guy finally collapses from exhaustion at 12:50 after being chased around the room. Yunho feels like he could use a power nap too, but sits at his desk instead and calls Changmin, hoping he hasn't wandered off.

"…Mmph-'lo?"

"… Were you sleeping?"

"Oh. Hyung. Hi. Yeah, sorry," Changmin says, yawning. "Was up before seven this morning."

Yunho hmphs petulantly. "Everyone gets to rest except me."

Changmin chuckles low and scratchy into his ear, and it's soothing. "Aww. Is widdle Yunho jealous?"

"Shut up," Yunho mutters, but he's definitely grinning. "Anyway, do you have twenty minutes to talk?"

"Yes, but you know I don't condone exposing little kids to phone sex."

"God, you are hilarious," Yunho says, clearing his throat. He straightens in his chair too, even though Changmin can't see him. "Actually it's kind of serious."

"Oh." Yunho hears shuffling from Changmin's end. "Okay, promise I'm fully awake and listening."

"Okay, um," Yunho starts, trying to find the right words. "I guess there's no good way to get into this, or – I mean – maybe you've already noticed since you're good at that sort of thing. Observing, you know. So maybe this won't surprise you at all, but I just. Just wanted to get it out there because I really like you and don't want this hanging over me so yeah. Just. All out in the clear." He fails miserably.

"Maybe you should try that again," Changmin says, chuckling.

Yunho takes a deep breath. "I wanted to let you know that Jaejoong and I used to go out. It was pretty serious. Obviously, since we you know, moved in together. But we were horrible together and kept fighting so we're absolutely done and only friends. Strictly friends."

There's silence on the other end and Yunho looks at the screen of his mobile to see if Changmin's still on the line. He is.

"…Changmin? Hello?"

When Changmin's voice filters through again, it's much softer than before. "When did you break up?"

Yunho rubs his face, already not liking where this is going. "About four months ago? I know you're wondering why we're still living together," he says quickly. "It's only because the apartment's in a good location and not outrageously expensive. Really. That's it."

"You know, when I saw you in the book store I thought there was something off about you two, even though Yoochun said you were Jaejoong's best friend."

"Changmin," Yunho says softly. "Come on. I'm telling you this so you know you can trust me."

There's nothing but soft, fuzzy static again, then Changmin says tightly, "Maybe we should talk about this in person."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Yeah, we can do that. Sure." Yunho closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll come by after work? Around four?"

"I'll be here," Changmin says. "Bye."

Yunho hears a click before he can open his mouth. It's probably for the best since he thinks if he did now, he'd be sick. He sits there motionless with his head in his hands until the timer on the edge of his desk goes off, signaling the end of naptime. Yunho smacks at it harder than usual and swallows down the nausea.

He puts a smile on and goes to wake up the kids, but suddenly feels like he hasn't slept for days.

---

Yunho's glad Junsu's the one that buzzes him in. He's had the whole afternoon to think about it, but still isn't sure what he's going to say – mostly because he doesn't know what Changmin's going to do. He wishes he could say with certainty that Changmin just needs to look at his face to see that he's telling the truth, but he remembers the way Changmin's tone changed over the phone and he's fairly sure it's not going to be that easy.

He knocks on the door and waits, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He can hear the muffled sound of movement, but it takes a while before the latch clicks and slowly opens to reveal Changmin on the other side. Changmin only lets it go enough so that most of his body is visible; it's quite clear he doesn't intend to invite Yunho in.

"Hi," Yunho says, barely meeting Changmin's eyes. Over Changmin's shoulder, he catches a glimpse of Junsu. There's something off about him and it takes Yunho a few seconds to notice that it's the first time there's no smile on Junsu's face.

"Listen," Changmin mumbles, "I'm no good at stuff like this so—"

"Please don't say you can't do it, because you know that's not fair."

Changmin stiffens a little and Yunho knows he's caught him off guard. What he doesn't know is if he should be happy that he already knows Changmin so well or disheartened that that's really what Changmin was going to say.

"What if I ca – what if I'll always be paranoid about you guys getting together? I've only known you guys for two weeks but I've seen how affectionate both of you are and I just—" Changmin runs a hand through his hair, pulling on it briefly. "Since you called I've done nothing but think about you guys sharing the apartment and – I know it's stupid, but I still…"

"We don't do anything – we sleep in separate rooms!"

"I'm sorry," Changmin says. "I like you a lot but I'm also a dumb stubborn bastard. I promise I tried really hard, but I just can't get over it."

Yunho takes a step forward, frowning at the way Changmin tenses up again. He puts his hand on the doorframe. "Can you just let me in? We'll sit down and talk about it properly."

For a second, Changmin looks as if he'll cave, but Yunho's shoulders sag when Changmin just shakes his head again. "You're really great, Yunho. I'm just not so much, I guess."

"You're wonderful," Yunho says, voice bordering on pitiful. "Look, whatever you need to hear, I'll say it."

"Please, go home."

Yunho stares at Changmin. "Are you really doing this?" he says, needing to hear it because his brain isn't processing it. "You don't make sense! You're not even giving me a chance to prove I'm serious about you!"

"It's not worth it to get angry," Changmin says. "Just go."

"Changmin."

"Bye."

Yunho gets his fingers away just before the door slams shut.

---

It's almost dark by the time Yunho gets back to the apartment. The one he shares with Jaejoong. He had sat for an hour in his car outside Changmin's apartment, then another hour outside his, still trying to make sense of everything and still failing.

"Yunho?" Jaejoong voice calls from his room, then gets louder as he walks down the hall. "You didn't come back at the usual time so I thought you were staying at Changmin's. Did you ea – oh my god, what happened?"

Yunho's eyes sting when he looks up at Jaejoong's worried face so he clenches them shut, rubs at them hard. "Changmin didn't um – I thought he'd – look, don't tell Yoochun. It's a bad idea."

"Don't tell me what?" Yoochun's voice makes Yunho's head jerk up again and only now does he notice Jaejoong's state of undress, making it pretty obvious what he just interrupted. "Um. Shit. Should I go?" Yoochun says, looking uncomfortably between Yunho and Jaejoong.

Yunho shakes his head. "No, don't do that," he murmurs, dragging a palm over his face. "I'm happy you guys worked things out. I'll stay out of your way."

"Or you're going to come over here," Jaejoong grabs his arm and starts dragging him to the living room, "and tell us why the hell you look like shit."

Jaejoong dumps Yunho on the couch and he and Yoochun sit down on both sides. Yunho gives him a weak, pleading look, but Jaejoong doesn't have any of it.

"You've been fucking crying, Yunho. Do you know when the last time you did that was? When your dad said that shit about not wanting a son at all if he was just going to be a kindergarten teacher instead of a lawyer, so you better spill or else."

Yunho drops his head back and stares at the ceiling, blinking furiously. It feels like something is strangling him every time he breathes in. "I think. I think Changmin broke up with me."

"What?" Yoochun says. "That kid fucking worships you."

Not wanting to bring up why Changmin ended it, Yunho says, "It's not a big deal okay. He just did. I'll be fine," and moves to get up but this time two sets of hands push him back.

"It's a huge deal, I don't think he 'just did', and you're so not fine you're scaring me," Jaejoong says, voice quiet but leaving no room for argument. "Was it the thing you were talking about last night?"

"Yes," Yunho says, hoping Jaejoong leaves it at that. Of course he doesn't.

"What? What the hell is his problem?"

"He's insecure," Yunho says, looking over at Jaejoong. "Don't be mad at him. He can't help it."

"What the hell is he being insecure about? It's not like we're still fucking. We're just friends," Jaejoong says, and Yunho turns to look at Yoochun instead, wondering if Jaejoong already told him. By the expression on Yoochun's face, he guesses that's a no.

"Wait," Yoochun says slowly, then gestures between them. "You two…?"

Yunho nods and he feels rather than hears Jaejoong go absolutely silent. He sees Yoochun's eyes flicker down and realizes Jaejoong's holding his hand tightly. Immediately, he tries to detach himself but Jaejoong holds on firmly.

"Jaejoong, stop it," he says, trying to tug his hand away again. "There's nothing to prove."

"I'm not trying to prove anything," Jaejoong says. "I just want to know if there's going to be a problem so I can fix it now."

"Were you going to tell me if this hadn't happened?" Yoochun says, still staring occasionally at Yunho's hand clasped within Jaejoong's.

"If I thought it was necessary."

Yoochun sputters. "If? I think telling me that you guys were an item before falls under totally necessary."

Jaejoong sighs quietly and sounds much more patient when he speaks again. "Yes, Yunho and I went out, but we were absolutely shitty together and fought all the time. It was pretty much friends with benefits except if we were fighting – again, all the time – we weren't even friends. So we broke up and it's been awesome and we're ever only going to be friends from now on so if you have any doubts, you should get over them now because they're stupid and never going to come true."

Yunho jerks his hand away from Jaejoong's grip after he's done and stands up quickly, all the talking fast becoming too much. "Look, just," he says, glancing at Yoochun but mostly staring at the wall behind him. "You've been talking to Jaejoong for months. You should know what kind of person he is, what he's capable and not capable of doing. Don't ruin a really good thing." He turns toward Jaejoong. "And my dad's my dad. He was never going to go through with all that stuff he threatened me with. Changmin's barely known me for two weeks. Please don't comfort me like he's going to change his mind if he just sleeps on it. It's not going to happen and that's – I'll deal with it."

"Yunho—"

"No." Yunho sighs and rubs his temples. "I know you're worried and I'm sorry for worrying you, but I saw his face. He meant it. A week-long fling isn't worth all this drama." He slips past Jaejoong and heads toward his room without even saying good night.

Yunho doesn't bother with anything except crawling into his bed as soon as possible, ignoring the way his jeans twist uncomfortably as he burrows in. It'd be best if he could bury himself underneath a bunch of pillows and blankets and disappear; instead he just throws the blanket over his face when he remembers there's still work to go to tomorrow.

---

It's not easy trudging through each day, but at least it never gets any harder. Yunho's thankful that his job is so distracting, that there's no time to think about Changmin – or not think about him – when he's constantly trying to keep his kids from eating clay and fixing their boo-boos.

Even though he and Changmin only went out for a week, he feels like he's experiencing the break-up of a much longer relationship. He can't bring himself to delete Changmin's emails or text messages, and even seeing things like Yoochun bringing over coffee in the morning for Jaejoong makes his limbs feel heavy.

He knows Jaejoong's trying not to make it hard for him and, for the most part, either goes over to Yoochun's place or out period so Yunho doesn't have to see anything. Yunho supposes it helps, but it's also easier to think when there's no one around.

It's a bit ironic that just when he thinks he's starting to feel normal again, he gets a phone call from Junsu as he's leaving work one day.

"Can you come over?"

"Is something wrong?" Yunho keeps his tone even but prepares himself for the worst.

"Jaejoong's here. He's kind of – he's a wreck. Yoochun texted me earlier and said Jaejoong's mad at him but he has no idea why and we don't either."

Yunho leans against his car door and sighs quietly. "Is he sitting there with his hands over his head?"

"Um. Yeah. How did you know?"

"Doesn't matter," Yunho says. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Yunho hopes it's been long enough.

---

Junsu's waiting for him by the door when he arrives, which is odd.

"Jaejoong said he didn't want you to come over when we asked him earlier, that you were busy and didn't want to bother you," Junsu says as they walk up the stairs. "I thought if he heard your voice on the buzzer, he'd get angry at us or something."

It makes sense and Yunho nods. He hears Changmin's voice through the door before Junsu opens it, which means Junsu must have too. The glance thrown his way is hard to miss, but shakes his head. "I'll be fine."

Nothing inside the apartment has changed; but it's only been a few weeks – why would it?

He steps inside quietly and sees Changmin's head above the back of the couch and the top of Jaejoong's shoulders. Walking around, he sits down on Jaejoong's other side before either Jaejoong or Changmin can notice him.

"…Yunho? What are y—" Jaejoong gets cut off when Yunho pulls him in and hugs him tightly, fingers combing through Jaejoong's hair. Faintly, he hears Changmin hiss Junsu's name, but he ignores it. That's not what he came for.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he says, feeling Jaejoong tense against him, but he just squeezes tighter. Changmin gets up and disappears somewhere behind Yunho, exchanging more harsh words with Junsu. Yunho tunes them out.

Jaejoong shakes his head and Yunho sighs, pulling away a bit to look at the other's face. "Have you seen yourself?" he says, wiping his thumbs under Jaejoong's eyes. "You look like shit. Remember what you said to me? Spill or else."

"It's stupid," Jaejoong says pathetically. "I can't say 'cause it's stupid and I hate feeling stupid and I'm sick of always being like this around him."

Yunho pulls his mouth tight, then reaches and takes his phone out, flipping it open and showing the screen to Jaejoong. "He's called me 8 times in the past half hour and I don't think it's because he just wants to hear my voice."

Jaejoong takes the phone from him, pressing a random key when the screen goes black so it lights up again. "I'm scared he doesn't find me attractive enough to do more than fool around," he says finally, so quiet that Yunho has to strain to hear him.

It sounds outrageous but Yunho knows that's the last thing Jaejoong needs to hear. "Honey, you made the guy word vomit from one kiss."

"But it's been over a month!" Jaejoong says, flinging his arms up. Yunho grabs his phone back before it gets accidentally thrown against a wall. "I walk around half naked in his apartment after taking a shower and he just. Fucking smiles at me! I mean – do I actually have to throw condoms at his face to get a reaction?"

Yunho looks at him sympathetically, propping one arm up on the back of the couch and resting the other on Jaejoong's legs that he has drawn up to his chest.

"I don't want to have to say everything out loud," Jaejoong mutters. "I know it shouldn't be, but it's embarrassing to go 'hey, you do want to have sex with me, right?', especially if the answer is no which will mean the end of the world and you'll never see me again because I'll have found a giant boulder to crawl under and die."

"Stop it," Yunho says, quiet but firm. He leans in and presses his mouth to Jaejoong's head, lingering. "I'm willing to bet everything I have that Yoochun most definitely wants to sleep with you. It's just sometimes you do have to ask."

His phone starts buzzing in his lap, Yoochun's name flashing on the screen.

"Will you please go back and talk to him?" Yunho says, shooting Jaejoong a small smile. "Other people need to use my voicemail too."

It's not a big one, but Jaejoong smiles back, nodding slightly. "Thanks for coming over," he says. "Though I guess I should thank Junsu too, huh?"

"For calling me?"

Jaejoong nods. "I was going to, but I didn't want to make things weird for you."

Yunho frowns. "You… were going to call me?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to be a burden on these guys since I know I'm a handful to deal with, but you were still at work and I didn't know where else to go."

"Junsu said you…" Pieces start connecting suddenly and Yunho whips around to look behind them, but no one's there. "I um. What?"

Jaejoong looks almost as confused as he is. "Am I missing something?"

Yunho looks back at Jaejoong and shakes his head. "No. Just that Junsu is surprising," he says. "Are you ready to go? You took the train, right? I didn't see your car out front."

"I can go back to Yoochun's by myself," Jaejoong says, gaze flickering over Yunho's shoulder for the briefest moment. "… Maybe you should stay."

Yunho snorts. "No. I – I'm done with this. I came here for you."

Jaejoong stares at him for a bit, then nods and stands up. "All right, let's go. I'll tell them we're leaving."

Yunho stays on the couch, listening to Jaejoong's muted voice down the hall. He gets up when Jaejoong returns, walking probably faster than he needs to back to the front door. But he falters when he passes the kitchen doorway. On the counter are the two bottles of wine he brought the last time he stepped inside this apartment, still sealed and turned so the labels face out neatly.

It almost makes Yunho turn around.

"Are you ready?" Jaejoong says, breaking Yunho's concentration. He's holding the door open, watching Yunho calmly.

"Yeah," Yunho says, and leaves.

---

The good thing about Jaejoong and Yoochun is that they always recover from any setbacks in record time. Yunho tells Jaejoong that he doesn't have to keep Yoochun away anymore, that he likes having Yoochun around – which is true. He's fun and Jaejoong laughs more when he's around.

The start of the last week of school comes around the corner faster than Yunho expects. This was his first very own kindergarten class and he's finding it a little hard to let go and entrust them to the care of a brand new group of teachers. They don't know that Jaehee only eats red apples or that Minjoo's favorite books are about puppies or that Yoori likes napping by the window because the sunlight keeps her warm while she sleeps.

Perhaps the slump he feels about the end of the school year is what brings him to the park a few blocks from his apartment. There's an old playground there, nothing more than a few swings and slides, but it's quiet and secluded. Yunho needs that.

But never in a million years would he have expected to see Changmin there, sitting crouched at the bottom of a slide as if he's waiting just for Yunho.

Before Yunho can walk away, Changmin spots him and they stare at each other until Yunho's feet seem to move on their own, bringing him closer until he's standing just beyond Changmin's reach.

There's a pink tinge on Changmin's cheeks and it's striking to see him look so vulnerable for a change.

"What are you doing here?" Yunho says.

"What are you doing here?"

"I come here to think."

Changmin kicks at the gravel beneath his feet. "Okay. I'm thinking then."

Sighing, Yunho moves the rest of the way closer and crouches down in front of Changmin. "Why are you drunk and hanging out in a playground by my place?"

He can see Changmin fighting with himself and wishes he could get rid of the part of Changmin that's always thinking, making things harder than they need to be. It's a fleeting wish because he doesn't know what kind of Changmin that would leave him.

"Because," Changmin mumbles, hands on his knees, "it sucks more without you."

Yunho drops his head, eyes closing momentarily. "You chose to do that," he says. "I wanted you to give me a real chance."

Changmin's pointer finger twitches. "What if I want to undo it?" he says. "What if I've been wanting to for a long time but I just. And you were."

Yunho lifts his head and gives a small, but reassuring smile. "Can you say it if I tell you I forgive you first?" Changmin looks shocked as Yunho stands up and holds out a hand. "Come on, I haven't eaten yet and I assume you haven't either? There's a bibimbap stand down the block. My treat."

Changmin stands but doesn't take Yunho's hand. "But I didn't say it."

Without missing a beat, Yunho slides his hand under Changmin's and holds on firmly. "You said it."

---

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Yunho unlocks the door and holds it open for Changmin. "It's okay."

"Is Jaejoong…?"

"He's at Yoochun's."

"So we're…"

"Alone."

Changmin stands in the living room awkwardly. "Oh."

Yunho hugs him from behind, chin tucked over Changmin's shoulder. "Popcorn and a movie?" He sees Changmin smile out the corner of his eye.

"Only if it has great aerial shots."

---

They put in the Princess Bride which does have some aerial shots, but not that many, though it doesn't matter anyway when they both fall asleep not an hour in, half-eaten bucket of popcorn perched dangerously between them.

The ending music wakes Yunho up and he grabs blindly for the remote, pressing random buttons until everything shuts off. Changmin is still sleeping like the dead, cheek pressed flat to Yunho's shoulder. He's loath to wake Changmin up, but the sofa is about five years too old to be slept on.

Changmin stirs a little bit as Yunho drags him down the hall to his room and they stumble along together, miraculously not running into anything with sharp edges.

Yunho drops Changmin on the bed, then pauses with his hands near the hem of Changmin's shirt. "Can I take your clothes off?" he says, ignoring the awkwardness of the question.

Changmin simply stretches on the bed and smiles at him, the glow of street lights barely seeping in enough for Yunho to catch it. "To sleep or to put out?"

"I didn't know there was a choice," Yunho says, reaching up and combing his fingers through Changmin's hair.

"There's a choice," Changmin says, slipping his own hand underneath Yunho's shirt. Yunho's reminded of the time on Changmin's couch. "Do you want to know something?"

"Hm?"

"I would've slept with you on the third date."

Yunho's breathing turns slow and even. "What would you do on a first date?"

"With you?" Changmin sits up and slides his other hand under Yunho's shirt too, pushing it up. "I'm not sure." Yunho's chest is bare before he realizes it and the puffs of air against his throat are warm. "Something like this maybe."

Pulling away a little, Yunho studies Changmin's face closely.

"I'm sober."

Yunho nods and doesn't wait a beat, cupping Changmin's face and kissing him slow and smooth. His hands drop to Changmin's waist again, shoving his t-shirt up and moaning softly at the feel of skin. He breaks the kiss long enough to tug Changmin's clothing off and lower Changmin onto the bed before climbing on top, chests pressed together as he captures Changmin's mouth again.

It's not frantic, but their hips move together steadily, belt buckle catching against buttons. Yunho keeps kissing Changmin messily as he reaches down to undo his pants, smiling and tugging on Changmin's lip when he feels Changmin's knuckles brush his in mirroring the action.

Yunho presses Changmin's hands into the bed at the first brush of skin against skin, and thinks the sound of his name being breathed the way Changmin's doing is the best thing he's ever heard. The heel of Changmin's foot digs into the back of his thigh as they move faster, Yunho's mouth held parted against Changmin's chin.

It's over faster than he wants it to be, but Changmin squeezes his hands and kisses his cheek, and Yunho can do nothing but think of next time, the one after that, and the one after that.

---

"Will you make me coffee in the morning?"

"No vanilla latte with extra whipped cream?"

"Someone told me too much was bad for me."

"Sounds like a smart guy."

"Yeah, I kind of like him a lot."

FIC: {I Can't Get No Satisfaction (Unless It's Yoochun)} [Yoochun-centric; Yoochun/Jaejoong]

2009-06-04T22:54:29Z

i can't get no satisfaction (unless it's yoochun)
yoochun's pimptasticness/everyone; 1,790
light R
happy birthday, yoochun. ♥ may your band members always sacrifice themselves in your times of need.

The morning of Yoochun's birthday, Yoochun shows up to breakfast last as usual. What's different today -- besides it being his birthday -- is that before anyone can say 'good morning' or 'happy birthday' to him, the other four all suddenly sport erections the second Yoochun's feet touch the kitchen floor.

Yunho and Junsu go beet red while shifting surreptitiously, Changmin looks confused, and Jaejoong just mutters, "That's a new record."

Yoochun yawns, the front of his pajama bottoms completely flat. "Morning," he says, grabbing some coffee. He pouts when he sits down between Jaejoong and Yunho, the latter's expression of horror inching up a notch. "Did everyone forget what today is?"

"Wait, go over there again," Jaejoong says instead of answering properly. He rolls his eyes when Yoochun gives him the Kicked Puppy Face. "Okay, okay. Happy birthday, Yoochun, bestest friend ever in the history of the universe." Yoochun beams and follows Jaejoong's original instructions. "Okay, come back." Yoochun does so, looking at him a little more oddly. "... Do it again."

With an exasperated sigh, Yoochun does, dragging his feet. "Why are you making me pace the kitchen before ten o'clock?"

Jaejoong has an unreadable look on his face, staring at Yoochun as if he's just been told that Yoochun doesn't actually exist. Suddenly he stands up and points at the crotch of his sweats, which is showing an impressive tent, and demands, "Why are you making my dick do this!"

"You have one too?" Everyone turns to look at Changmin who sighs after a second and pushes away from the table. He shrugs, unfazed. "It happened when Yoochun-hyung came in, but I made myself believe it had nothing to do with him."

"So um," Junsu starts meekly, though he sounds hopeful. "This is really all Yoochun's fault?"

Yunho buries his face in his hands. "This is not happening. Wake up, wake up, wake up."

Yoochun grabs a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter and peels it. Taking a big bite, he talks and chews at the same time. "You guys, I appreciate the thought, but another iPod would've been fine."

---

Breakfast is cut short and Yoochun is ordered back to his room, quarantined until further notice. The rest of them convene in the living room, their levels of arousal halved but the embarrassment still pretty consistent.

"Okay, we shouldn't panic," Jaejoong says. "This stuff happens all the time."

"Spontaneous group erections happens all the time?" Changmin says, one eyebrow raised.

Jaejoong pelts Changmin with a sofa pillow. "You know what I mean!"

"What's the plan then?" Junsu says. His knees are drawn up, effectively hiding anything from being seen. "Can we get rid of... well, it? Them?"

"We can try," Jaejoong says. "I think we should each take on a different method: cold shower, the old-fashioned way, and doing nothing in hopes it'll just disappear."

"That's only three options," Yunho says. He's got a pillow over his lap, which makes him look ridiculous more than anything. "Are we doubling up on one?"

Jaejoong laughs nervously. "Um, the fourth method is to go have Yoochun take care of it?" The other three blink at him. "What? It's totally legit since it's his fault to begin with."

"I'll be in the shower!" "Jerking off!" "I'm doing nothing!"

Jaejoong sputters after their retreating forms. "Hey, I didn't say it was okay to call dibs yet! Come back here!"

"Good luck, hyung!" Changmin singsongs before disappearing into his room. "Remember, be safe."

"I hope you go blind!" Jaejoong yells.

---

Jaejoong's never felt so uncomfortable going into his own room before. He thinks about knocking but then thinks about Yoochun making fun of him for days and that's definitely not something he needs right now.

Yoochun's sitting cross-legged on his bed with his laptop in front of him and giant headphones held to one ear. He looks up when Jaejoong closes the door behind him. "Hey, did you fix the prob -- oh."

"Please stop staring at it more than you need to," Jaejoong says, leaning against the door and feeling more mortified than he's ever been in his entire life.

Yoochun mouths an apology and lifts his gaze back to Jaejoong's face. "Since you're here, I guess you've figured out something at least?"

"Kind of." Yoochun stares at him expectantly. "Oh! Um. Junsu's taking a cold shower, Changmin's masturbating, and Yunho's just going to stay as far away as possible to see if it'll disappear on its own." Yoochun continues to stare at him expectantly. "... What?"

"Uh, what about you?"

That's the question Jaejoong wishes he was smart enough to avoid. He toes the carpet and mumbles some unintelligible sounds.

Yoochun laughs. "Okay, hyung, let's try Korean and a volume I can actually hear this time."

"I'm here to," Jaejoong starts out loud and clear but drifts off again quickly, "... to solicityourservices."

"I still can't underst--" "You need to take care of it!"

Yoochun stares at him and Jaejoong feels the urge to bury himself alive. "It makes sense, okay?" he says, desperate to prevent any awkward silence. "It's your fault even if no one knows why, so maybe it's your job to... you know... fix it."

A beat passes and Yoochun shrugs. "Well, all right," he says, closing his laptop and setting everything aside. "Come here."

"... Seriously?"

Yoochun gestures at him. "I'm not a sadist, hyung. It looks really uncomfortable."

"Oh my god, I told you not to stare at it!"

"Jesus, you're like the biggest baby I know sometimes. Do you want it gone or not?"

Jaejoong gnaws on his lip, then says, "If I do, we don't talk about it. Ever. It never happened."

Yoochun pats the spot between his legs. "This never happened."

---

It's strange, Jaejoong thinks, that while he's naked from the waist down with a hard-on and ready to spontaneously combust at any moment from extreme humiliation, Yoochun hasn't even broken a sweat. "Are you for real?" he says, figuring he's got no more dignity to lose so why not make small talk. "That you're about to help get me off doesn't weird you out at all?"

Yoochun shrugs, squeezing lotion that he grabbed from the nightstand into his palm, then spreads it with his other. "Yeah, it's weird, but if it's really my fault, I'm not gonna be an asshole and not help."

"Oh," Jaejoong mouths quietly, making a squeakier noise when Yoochun tugs him back so he's resting against Yoochun's chest. "So, um. Are you just gonna... I mean - do I just sit here or. Are you just assisting so I should just go whenever, or is that weirder than weird, as in way too weird. I mean, what's the plan other than you making me stop talking please make me stop talking oh god let me die."

"I suppose that can be the plan," Yoochun says, and promptly closes his hand around Jaejoong.

Who doesn't know if he should stay quiet or let out the longest string of curses ever, so instead, says God's name in vain and fists the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

Yoochun has the nerve to chuckle at him, which Jaejoong doesn't appreciate and is about to express so verbally, but then Yoochun's hand tightens just right as it moves up and down leisurely and Jaejoong's a goner.

It doesn't take long, a few minutes at most, since Jaejoong's been hard for over an hour by this point. Yoochun's also disgustingly good at this, knowing when and just how much to speed up, so when Jaejoong finally comes with a low cry he's about as useful as a pile of jello and sags against Yoochun while he catches his breath.

Yoochun reaches for some tissues and wipes his hand off. "So, did it help?"

Side effect of feeling like jello -- he's just as articulate too. "Nnnrghh."

"I'll take that as a yes."

From elsewhere in the apartment there's two desperate-sounding "Thank you, God"'s and one moan from the other side of the wall that sounds painfully relieved more than anything else.

Jaejoong finds his voice again. "This is definitely your fault."

---

By dinnertime, Junsu looks to be in higher spirits after a brief scare when he thought his penis was going to be numb forever. ("It was turning blue, hyung! I was killing it!") Jaejoong assumes he's getting feeling back slowly but surely.

Changmin, however, is still moving around gingerly after swearing off masturbation for the next two months. ("I just spent the last 20 minutes chafing myself.") Jaejoong gives him ice cream with Yoochun's birthday cake.

"I don't get it," Yunho says when they're all in the living room and giving Yoochun his presents. "We've been around Yoochun for years. Why did this happen now?"

"Sweet! An iPod," Yoochun says, grinning at Jaejoong. "Thanks, hyung." Jaejoong just nods and smiles back; he's still having random episodes where he tries to say something to Yoochun but it comes out in toddler babble instead. "Hey, do you think if I gave Junsu's hair stylist my old iPod with a random mix on it and say they're songs that remind me of her, she'll stop throwing makeup brushes at me whenever I walk by?"

"Shut up, you slept with Sunhee noona?" Junsu whines. "She's been pissy all week and keeps pulling at my hair too hard. Seriously, Yoochun, which ones haven't you slept with already?"

Jaejoong resists facepalming when Yoochun starts counting on his fingers. Yunho has less self-control. "Huh," Yoochun says, like he's surprised at himself. "I think I've slept with all of them now." Junsu throws wrapping paper at him.

"... Wait. All of them?" Changmin says. "All the stylists." Yoochun nods, shrugging like it's no big deal. "You could've mentioned that earlier!"

Yoochun laughs awkwardly. "Uh, I didn't think it was relevant?"

"Yeah, maybe, except when we have to suffer because you ran out of people to seduce!"

Yoochun laughs again, this time like Changmin's said the most hilarious thing he's ever heard. "You think you guys got boners because I haven't had sex in a week, so you had to play martyrs?"

Changmin crosses his arms. "Yes. Exactly."

"You're crazy, Changmin-ah." Yoochun stands up and stretches. "Thanks for the presents and cake. I'm going to bed and pretending this day never happened." He winks at Jaejoong over his shoulder. Jaejoong flushes and tries to suffocate himself in a couch cushion.

Changmin looks at all of them defensively. "You know I've never been wrong."

---

A week later when it happens again, except this time Jaejoong is left blissfully limp, everyone agrees that Changmin is never wrong.

Jaejoong doesn't stick around to find out who gets dibs on Yoochun's hand.

FICLET: {Our Lips Can Touch Here} [Jaejoong/Yoochun]

2009-05-27T11:25:37Z

our lips can touch here
jaejoong/yoochun; 455
pg13
open challenge: half a conversation @ dbsk_flashfic

They both know it's a disaster in the making, but it comes too naturally, running away in a place that's so different yet familiar to find a place to hide -- just for a little bit, just for a while.

The motel is a dingy place with a sign that has five burnt out letters and one that flickers on and off. The clerk doesn't look at them as they exchange a few bills for a key, and they shake their heads and sneak away when she mutters 'receipt' in heavily accented English.

The only evidence they want to leave are ones that don't exist in the first place.

When they arrive at the room, all that greets them is a low-lying twin bed with yellow sheets and a dip in the middle that nearly reaches the ground, plus a chair in the far corner with splintered arms.

Jaejoong drops the one bag he brought and reaches for Yoochun before it even hits the floor, before the door even swings shut, kissing him like he's been holding his breath his entire life and Yoochun's mouth is the only place left with air.

The sun's sliding halfway under the horizon and Yoochun's skin is drowned in a heavy orange glow that melts with Jaejoong's fingertips as they drift over collarbones and dig into the soft flesh there, just hard enough to leave red bruises. If it hurts, Yoochun says nothing.

They're naked except for socks and underwear when they fall onto the bed that shifts under them like it's nearing the end of its days. Suddenly it's like moving through molasses or trying to run in a dream where there's no ground, and Yoochun kisses each of Jaejoong's ankles as they're bared. Jaejoong stares at Yoochun's mouth and counts his breaths.

Pressed together with nothing between then, they do nothing but kiss and touch cheeks and shoulders until the sun turns to dusk and they can barely see each others' blue tinted skin. Then they kiss and touch and move like time works faster in the dark, and the only sound that exists is the air they pass between them endlessly.

If time passes faster in the dark, it slows at dawn until it stills for just a moment, right before the morning shadows appear. Here, Jaejoong kisses Yoochun one more time; then he breathes on his own.

The clerk isn't in the office when they leave, so they slip the key underneath the door and catch a cab to take them back to where they exist again. In the backseat, they pretend to sleep and that their fingers don't touch between the beaded seat mats.

Behind them, the lights on the Eiffel Tower go out.

FICLET: {As Good As New} [Jaejoong, Gen]

2009-05-11T03:24:12Z

as good as new
jaejoong, gen; 561
g
written because jaejoong deserves some serious lovin' lately. and because i'm procrastinating on finals week shit. :D

It's fact amongst the five of them that Jaejoong dates the least, not because he wants to, but because he is the one that gets I thought you'd be different the most. None of the other four will ever admit to it, but when Jaejoong does find a girl, at the same time they tell him they're happy for him they also sit around waiting for her to realize that who she wanted from the beginning was Youngwoong and not Kim Jaejoong.

And when Jaejoong does hang up the phone newly single once again, the rest of them are there in their own ways, prepared to put him back together as always.

Yunho will be the one who hugs Jaejoong immediately after finding out, who pulls Jaejoong in and squeezes so tight that all Jaejoong can do is hold on and breathe, leaving no room to think too much about who he is and who he can't be. Yunho's hugs have a way of making him feel like he could disappear if he wanted to, but he never does and maybe it's just knowing he has the option is what comforts him.

At night, Yoochun will make up an excuse about how the left side of his mattress suddenly feels really lumpy and force his way into Jaejoong's. He'll press up against Jaejoong's back and hold onto him like a teddy bear, breathing heavily into Jaejoong's ear. Somewhere between two and three a.m., he will tell Jaejoong that he can cry if he wants to even though they both know Jaejoong never does and probably never will; but they also know that Jaejoong has never fallen asleep until Yoochun offers those words.

He'll wake up to the banging of pots and pans, and when he finally stumbles out to the kitchen, Junsu will be in the middle donning Jaejoong's red Kiss the Chef apron and covered head to toe in ingredients for making pajeon. Junsu will order him to sit down and refuse any offers for help before they're even made. In the end, Jaejoong will wait until after Junsu burns two batches of pancakes plus accidentally elbow the rest of the mix into the trash to stand up and hug Junsu from behind, grateful for his big heart but also to keep Junsu from destroying the entire apartment.

A week will pass by before Changmin approaches him because neither of them know how to detach from the simple few-words relationship they usually have without spending a couple days apart first. He'll find Jaejoong in the living room and start the conversation by telling Jaejoong how it's good that it didn't work out and then give a list of reasons why the four of them would have never gotten along with her. It is with Changmin that Jaejoong always almost cries, because Changmin is the only one that talks about it without pretending like he isn't, the one who makes Jaejoong listen to how he's been screwed over again all for the sake of letting him move on. But he'll laugh instead while listening to Changmin rant, not wanting to feel sorry for himself or face Changmin's fist for the same reason.

Jaejoong talks about living with the group even after he marries. Sometimes they laugh like it's a joke. Every now and then they laugh like it's inevitable.

DRABBLE: {Baby Got Back} [OT5?]

2009-05-07T22:43:49Z

baby got back
ot5-ish; 200
g
[skinny jeans @ dbsk_flashfic]

"They totally make my ass look big," Junsu says, standing awkwardly with his hands behind him.

"No, they don't," Yunho and Jaejoong say. Yunho sounds like he's actually offering comfort while Jaejoong just stares, even scooting over some to get a better look.

Changmin and Yoochun, on the other hand, chorus, "Yeah, they do."

"You didn't even look!" Junsu says to Changmin, but shrinks away when Yoochun leans forward like he's two seconds away from pouncing. "And you're looking too much, you pervert."

"They're so... clingy," Jaejoong says, biting his lip.

"It's like I can see everything." Yoochun makes grabby hands. "It's like magic." Junsu squeaks indignantly and backs up against the wall, then starts shuffling sideways to where he left his other pants. "Hyung, can we take him home with us?"

"No!" Junsu says.

"You're never going to make it," Changmin says, flipping another page in his book.

"I'm not a mutt you can just pick up off the street!" Junsu darts behind the changing screen.

Yunho sits down next to Changmin just before the sound of two loud thumps, followed by a call for help.

"You know, I think prostitute would've fit better instead of mutt," Changmin says.

DRABBLE: {A Higher Power} [Jaejoong, Junsu]

2009-04-26T14:44:22Z

a higher power
jaejoong, junsu; 200
g
afterlife challenge @ dbsk_flashfic

"You've been staring at me all day," Jaejoong says from the couch, his fingers tapping away at his laptop. "Gonna tell me why?"

Blushing, Junsu walks over with his glass of apple juice and sits down next to his hyung. He continues to be silent for a bit, watching as Jaejoong puts on his huffy protective face and tells his little sister that she's absolutely forbidden to have a crush on Yoochun -- ever. When she signs off after accusing Jaejoong of suffering from PMS, Junsu blurts out, "Do you believe in the devil?"

Jaejoong stares at him oddly for a second, then chuckles and closes his computer. "Have to believe in one to believe in the other."

"Is that a no?"

Sighing, Jaejoong pulls Junsu in by his shoulders. "We've talked about this. I'm not going to hell."

"You're not going to heaven either," Junsu says, pouting. He squeaks when Jaejoong pinches his nose and tugs.

"I can take care of myself," Jaejoong says. "Also I'm going to stop letting you go home if you're just going to come back obsessing over what's going to happen after I die. Got it?"

Junsu nods and smiles into Jaejoong's tshirt. "Yeah."

DRABBLE: {Breathe} [Jaejoong/Yoochun]

2009-01-02T22:08:09Z

breathe
jaejoong/yoochun; 100
g
unspoken challenge @ dbsk_flashfic

Mornings go something like this:

Jaejoong wakes up first and lies there for a little while, a few minutes at most, thinking about which limb he wants to remove from around Yoochun's body first, which loss of warmth will sadden him the least. Most days, it's his hand, moving from Yoochun's back to his cheek, fingertips grazing over the rise of cheekbone and down the slope of Yoochun's jaw. When his thumb paints across the line between Yoochun's lips is when Yoochun stirs, one eye opening and then the other.

And then a smile for Jaejoong to memorize once again.

DRABBLE: {Childlike Something} [OT5, Gen]

2009-01-02T22:02:24Z

childlike something
ot5 gen, 100
g
slide challenge @ dbsk_flashfic.

Changmin steps out onto the balcony and raises an eyebrow slowly. "You need to learn how to say no, hyung."

Yunho nods stiffly. "Yes. I know. Believe me."

"But you let them anyway," Changmin replies, looking pointedly at the backyard – namely, at the area where the other three of their party are clambering over a playground set clearly designed for toddlers. Sighing, he yells to all of them, "YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK IT!"

"Won't work," Yunho says, patting Changmin's shoulder.

Below, as if on cue, Jaejoong budges in front of Yoochun and Junsu to fly down the slide head first.

DRABBLE: {Just Take A Ride} [Jaejoong/Yunho]; {Spice Up Your Life} [Jaejoong/Yoochun]

2009-01-02T13:10:32Z

just take a ride
jaejoong/yunho; 100
g
boys with toys challenge @ dbsk_flashfic.

The second Jaejoong comes into the room with a finger tucked between pages of a magazine, Yunho immediately greets him with, "Absolutely not."

Jaejoong whines loudly, sidling up to Yunho and spouting all sorts of reasons why they should get some, how everyone has them and does Yunho have to be so nonconformist all the time?

"Yes," Yunho answers, raising a palm up to Jaejoong's face, pushing him away. "You don't need one."

"We," Jaejoong corrects. "And yes, we do."

"What we have now is perfectly fine."

Jaejoong grunts in frustration and gets up, shoving Yunho. "Vespas hate you too."

spice up your life
jaejoong/yoochun; 100
pg13 if this were a movie - i claim pg at best.
also boys with toys challenge @ dbsk_flashfic

One morning, Jaejoong practically skips into the kitchen and plops down next to a half-conscious Yoochun and says cheerfully, "Since your dick can't vibrate and you can't be around 24/7, I want a toy."

Yoochun, as per usual, nearly chokes on his coffee. "… Sorry?"

"A toy," Jaejoong repeats patiently. "You know - a vibrator? Bzz??" He does something with his hands that is almost lewd enough to make Yoochun blush.

"If you want," Yoochun mumbles, going back to his coffee and feeling just a little insecure. "I guess."

"I'll let you watch anytime."

Yoochun's mood brightens considerably. "Let's go."

DRABBLE: {A Dongsaeng's Love} [Jaejoong/Changmin]

2009-01-02T13:03:23Z

a dongsaeng's love
jaejoong, changmin; 100
g
fashion challenge @ dbsk_flashfic.

On day 22 of Jaejoong's I Heart Boots phase, he comes home to the apartment and everything is normal. Everything except the part where two steps inside, the room suddenly flips upside down and his view is that of a flat ass. At least that rules out Junsu.

"Yah! Put me down!"

"Sorry, hyung. This is for your own good."

Changmin. Jaejoong flails. "What do you think you're doing!"

"Keeping the floor clean."

"What?"

The next minute consists of Jaejoong squirming and Changmin wrestling to keep him still as he removes the offending footwear.

"No more footprints in the house."

DRABBLE: {Did It All For The Nookie}

2009-01-02T13:00:18Z

did it all for the nookie
gen; 100
g (immature innuendo)
bare feet challenge @ dbsk_flashfic. sequel to question for the ages.

"I demand $500 per half hour."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. $500."

"$5 plus the knowledge that I touched your naked body."

"$5 will let you breathe on my pinky toe."

"Yah!"

"Guys, seriously."

"I am being serious! $5 is a steal."

"Yah, Changmin! You're not that good-looking."

"Guys. I'm getting cold."

"Is it gonna shrivel?"

"Hold on, let me get some popcorn so I can eat while I watch."

"You know what – blow me."

"Is that going to be $500, too?"

"Only if my mouth is on it."

"Yoochun! Don't make us vomit."

"Officially the most unsexy porno ever."

DRABBLE: {Even Habits} [Jaejoong/Changmin]

2009-01-02T12:54:12Z

even habits
jaejoong/changmin; 100
g
post-it notes challenge @ dbsk_flashfic. first jaemin. kinda shaky. :s

Every once in a while, Changmin likes to seclude himself with his novel of the week/month/season, burying himself in blankets and pillows and holds his makeshift bookmark, a post-it note, between his lips as he reads.

A man of habit, he finishes as close to 100 pages as he can each sitting.

Today, Jaejoong plows into his room at page 92.

"Chang-" "Go away, hyung."

"But Chang-" "Hyung. Go away."

The post-it gets ripped from his mouth but Changmin is too engrossed in the plot to care.

The chapter finishes at page 99. Page 100 is Jaejoong's mouth: kiss kiss?

FIC: {And the Rest Is.} [Jaejoong/Yunho]

2009-01-02T12:46:47Z

and the rest is.
jaejoong/yunho; 758
g
written for first round of jaeho_challenge.

There are two suspects at the scene of the crime.

The first, Kim Jaejoong, balanced precariously on a ladder with a bold red apron that lets no one doubt he is the big, bad boss of The Jaeneral Store (the result of a drunken promise with his childhood friend turned soccer prodigy, Jaejoong's never done eight straight shots of anything since then), is reaching for a box of shrimp chips on top of the shelves so he can restock.

The second, Jung Yunho, with every hair on his head held perfectly in place with an entire week's worth of mousse, is frowning at the hole next to the squid strips, where his favorite shrimp chips usually reside. An employee walks by and he inquires about the whereabouts of his snack food of choice since the third grade.

He never receives an answer because there is a shout and the sound of metal shaking and the next thing he knows, there's a mountain of shrimp chips covering his body along with… a person?

If Yunho had any air in his lungs, he'd protest and order the man to get off. If he could feel any one of his limbs, he'd skip the formalities and shove him off instead. Since he is incapable of either, he is forced to lay and wait for the other to take his sweet time.

After what seems like eons, there is a groan above him and the man shifts, and a head of the blackest hair Yunho's ever seen is revealed to him.

"Sorry for falling on you again, Mun – oh. You're not Munhee."

Yunho is ready with a smart retort on the tip of his tongue, but he nearly swallows it instead. The guy is ridiculously pretty. "You do this a lot?" he asks instead and he can't stop staring. Did that sound like a come on? That kind of sounded like a come on.

"Um. Yeah?"

The accompanying look is so sheepish that Yunho can't accept the answer as anything but the truth. "I just wanted some shrimp chips," he blurts out. "You're out of them."

"Oh." Looking off to the side, the man gathers up five bags with one arm and shows them to Yunho. "Did you just want one?"

There's a hiss that sounds like "Psst! Mr. Kim!" from above their heads and they both look up. It's the girl Yunho had been talking to before he was attacked. "Customers are looking," she says in an exaggerated whisper, eyes darting back and forth before landing on them again. "You can flirt while standing too, can't you?"

Yunho does a brief sweep with his peripheral vision because holy crap, it's hard to look away from this guy and finds that yes. Yes, people are looking and wow, he feels really embarrassed.

As if burned, both of them scramble to stand and as Yunho brushes off his butt, he catches sight of the nametag on the other man's shirt that reads Mgr. Kim Jaejoong.

"Yes?"

Yunho blinks. Oh. Did he say that out loud? Smooth. Pointing at the bags still in Jaejoong's arms, he stammers, "The um. Those."

"Hm? Oh. Oh!" Jaejoong holds them all out to him. "You can have them for free. For letting me, you know, fall on you."

"No, no, that's okay!" Yunho holds his hands up politely. "I only came in for one."

"Take them all," Jaejoong insists, already walking towards the check-out. "I mean, they don't expire for another—" He twists his arm awkwardly to find a date. "—ten months!"

Yunho follows right behind him. "It's really not necessary. I'm not even hurt."

But Jaejoong is already stuffing the shrimp chips into two paper bags and shoving both against Yunho's chest. "Happy shrimp chip eating!"

Since he has no choice, Yunho forces a nervous smile and says thank you. "Oh. Uh." He maneuvers both bags into one arm before reaching into his breast pocket to take out his card. "In case you ever, I mean, if someone falls on you," he babbles lamely. "Or something."

Jaejoong reads the card and then looks up, smiling like someone remembered his birthday. "Thanks, Yunho-sshi."

They say their goodbyes and Yunho manages to make it past the automatic doors without tripping over anything.

But halfway to his car, he hears Jaejoong shout after him, "So I really like shrimp chips too!"

Spinning around, Yunho's response is embarrassingly immediate, rushed out with a hint of relief. "Do you want to eat them together sometime?"

Jaejoong grins. "I'll call you!"

FIC: {No One's Fault} [Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong]

2008-12-29T10:35:50Z

no one's fault
yoochun/junsu, jaejoong; 2,906
NC17
written for dbsk_flashfic prompt 'now or never'.

Jaejoong watches Yoochun and Junsu sometimes; sometimes means a lot of the time because he'll catch his eyes wandering more than he would like to admit. They're pretty – that he knows without having to look at all – but there's something else about them that Jaejoong finds fascinating. He wants that something, to grasp it in his hand and pick it apart layer by layer.

It's weird, Jaejoong thinks, how different his relationship is with both of them. He talks non-stop with Yoochun, but when he's left alone with Junsu, very rarely does he find words that don't feel blockish in his mouth. After, he watches the two of them be both of those things at once, laughing and crawling over each other one moment and then completely silent the next.

He wonders what he's worth to them. He wonders why he feels like he's trying so hard to convince himself that he's worth anything at all.

Yoochun's never once suggested that he and their manager switch rooms. But every morning when Junsu shows up for breakfast and Yoochun shows up exactly a minute later, Jaejoong pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek and feels the question lodge itself in his throat, suffocating and heavy.

He's sure it'll make it out eventually.

One day, Jaejoong saw them. He doesn't remember when it was or any idea of how long it's been since, just that that day exists. It's printed very clearly in his mind, the image of Junsu pressed up against the wall, his head tilted back so Yoochun could kiss down the exposed stretch of his throat. It was a mistake, they had forgotten to close the door, but Jaejoong's not sure he wouldn't have stayed the entire time had Changmin not walked by and caught him.

Changmin's been just a little bit nicer to him since then. Jaejoong can't figure out why. He only remembers having stared at Changmin and then walking away.

Sometimes, during the moments when Junsu and he sit alone, wordless, he thinks maybe Junsu would know. And then he wonders if he could ask Junsu just what it is, because he doesn't get it at all. It's frustrating to walk around with the feeling of want chewing away at the pit of his stomach and not know how to sate it.

He fears going insane on the days when that feeling spreads through him like an itch underneath his skin, vicious and unreachable no matter how hard he tries.

Yoochun falls asleep on the couch on one of these days, when the feeling dragged into the night and Jaejoong stands in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, watching. It's intrusive and creepy, but he can't stop, drawn to the way the street lights cast shadows in the dips of Yoochun's shoulders and neck.

Jaejoong's body moves on its own and he finds himself suddenly next to Yoochun. He hovers for a second, then kneels down and reaches out, fingers growing more and more unsteady as they near Yoochun's face. Despite the trembling of his hand, he manages never to touch skin, perhaps too scared of what doing so would trigger.

"…Hyung."

Yoochun jerks awake beneath his palm. But Jaejoong is staring wide-eyed at Junsu who's standing at the opposite end of the room, the same glow that was on Yoochun's skin now highlighting the bare strip between Junsu's shirt and sweatpants.

"What's going on? Hyung?"

Jaejoong's attention is drawn back to Yoochun, who's now sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. Panic creeps up on him and he fumbles as he gets up, a faint numbness already starting to settle in his legs. "Don't sleep here," he mumbles, attempting to cover up what he'd really been doing. "Go to bed." He's almost able to escape when Junsu grabs his elbow. Immediately, he flinches and tries to jerk away, as if Junsu's touch is a brand, but Junsu holds on tight.

"What were you doing?" he says, quiet and calm, completely betraying the way his fingers dig into Jaejoong's flesh painfully.

"Let me go," Jaejoong says, ignoring the question. He feels like he's going to throw up if he doesn't get away. He tugs against Junsu harder. "Junsu!"

"Hey, maybe you should stop." Yoochun's voice carries a tinge of worry, but Junsu doesn't seem to hear it.

"I want to know what he was doing."

"I wasn't doing anything!" Jaejoong argues. He's practically fighting against Junsu now, twisting and jerking his arm harder and harder until finally, he uses all his strength and shoves Junsu against the wall instead. It takes Junsu by surprise and finally makes him let go, but now Jaejoong doesn't care about that at all.

Junsu's body is warm against his, skin soft where Jaejoong's thumbs curl underneath his collar as he fists Junsu's shirt. He can still smell the faint scent of mint in Junsu's breath from his toothpaste; all of it makes him press closer to get more. He's never felt this terrified and out of control at the same time.

"Stop me."

Junsu looks back at him unwavering. "No."

"Junsu."

"Do it."

Jaejoong thinks that he still has a bit of willpower left, but it disappears the second he feels a hand touch the small of his back. He knows the feel of Yoochun's hand almost as well as his own, having been on the receiving end of it for the past five years of his life, but this time the press of fingers makes his heart thump louder against his chest. Jaejoong wants to believe that he's just tense and jumpy, but he doesn't know if he could bet his life on that.

"We already know, hyung," Yoochun says, keeping his hand light against the small of Jaejoong's back. He sounds just the slightest bit apologetic. It confuses Jaejoong who thinks he should be the one feeling that way.

Even in the darkness, the lines and curves of Junsu's face are sharp and Jaejoong raises a shaking hand from Junsu's shirt to let it hover over the other's cheek, millimeters away from touching. Junsu's eyes close and Jaejoong thinks he can feel something spread through Junsu's body, a heat that rushes past his other palm.

The floor creaks and then Yoochun's warmth is added, pressed against Jaejoong's back. It suddenly strikes him what the past few minutes have really been. He's being given permission, complete consent, and he breathes in shakily because of it, unsure of what to do with such power. Yoochun must sense it, because the hand on his back starts to slide up, making him shiver, then continues moving until it's wrapped around the wrist of the hand by Junsu's face. The slightest amount of pressure is applied, but it's enough, and Jaejoong makes a cut off noise when his fingers finally touch Junsu's skin.

It's the catalyst needed; Jaejoong cups Junsu's face and forces Junsu to tilt his head while his other hand pulls the collar of Junsu's shirt to the side, fingers then pressing almost frenetically at the newly exposed skin, searching. He finds what he wants easily and spares one more glance at Junsu's still closed eyes before dipping his head and pressing his mouth against the base of Junsu's throat.

A beautiful, wanton sound leaves Junsu as Jaejoong starts sucking at an old mark Yoochun left behind, and he wonders if Junsu knows the spot he picked was deliberate, if it aches in a special way than if he picked a clean, unmarred part instead. The way Jaejoong's name is carried in Junsu's next breath suggests he knows full well what Jaejoong's intentions are. Jaejoong keeps sucking and teasing the skin until the noises coming from Junsu are constant and he can feel the flesh rise a little against his tongue. It means the mark has gone from faded to dark and vivid, and when Jaejoong pulls back finally, he smiles at the way it contrasts against the untouched skin around it. Circling a finger around the renewed bruise, he nudges Junsu's head upright again and brushes his fingers over Junsu's eyelids, watching them flutter open after.

Junsu opens his mouth, but Yoochun's the one who forms words, murmuring a soft curse against the top ridge of Jaejoong's spine, and Yoochun's fingers press harder against the pulse point in his wrist. Now that he's not occupied with anything, the way he's wedged between the two of them overwhelms Jaejoong just a little and he leans his weight into Junsu. Junsu's hands stray from where they were pressed against the wall and settle on Jaejoong's hips, holding onto them loosely. Together, Junsu and Yoochun kiss Jaejoong's cheek and Jaejoong closes his eyes, imagining their mouths brushing against one another's at the same time.

"Want a change of scenery tonight?" Yoochun says, and Jaejoong only realizes he's not the one being addressed when Junsu smiles against his cheekbone.

Two different hands grab Jaejoong's and suddenly he's being led down the hall by Junsu while Yoochun trails behind. Nerves start twisting up in his chest and he wonders how noticeable his sweaty palms are. They turn into his and Yoochun's room and he then understands what Yoochun meant by change of scenery. As far as Jaejoong knows, Yoochun rarely brings Junsu in here, at least not for anything more than songwriting or completely platonic talks. The reason why is obvious and he feels a little bit guilty, thinking again about how he's never brought up different rooming assignments.

Junsu heads straight for Jaejoong's bed, and Jaejoong's first thought is doubts that the three of them will even be able to fit on it. But neither Junsu nor Yoochun really look like they care, especially when they start stripping Jaejoong down, one taking care of his shirt while the other unfastens his pants deftly. He is naked before he knows it, shivering a little between them. Yoochun presses against his back again and Jaejoong is a little saddened to find that he's still clothed, really wanting the feel of skin against him right now, but his attention strays from that when Junsu starts undressing in front of them.

"Are you watching, hyung?" Yoochun murmurs against Jaejoong's ear, low and throaty, the reason why Jaejoong is never really as harsh as he should be in telling Yoochun to quit smoking. Jaejoong nods as he places his weight against Yoochun, eyes going half-lidded as Junsu runs a hand down his chest and Yoochun mirrors the action on Jaejoong at the same time, fingers tracing the length of Jaejoong's sternum before continuing down to his navel.

By the time Junsu is naked too, Jaejoong has grown half-hard but breathing like he's coming down from an orgasm, inhales and exhales carefully measured. Yoochun, taking his turn to shed his clothing, passes him to Junsu who takes him by the wrists and pushes him down to sit at the edge of the bed. Jaejoong's eyes flicker from Junsu to Yoochun and back, trying to get his brain caught up with his body, but he's cut short when the other two sink down on either side of him and their mouths descend upon his skin, one soft and full, and the other slightly chapped. Both make him bite down on the sounds catching in his throat.

Jaejoong doesn't quite register everything that happens after that, if the hands on his chest belong to Junsu while the ones on his thigh and small of his back to Yoochun – or perhaps the other way around. He doesn't remember either how he ends up on his back, fingers caressing the subtle curves of Junsu's frame while he mouths at the sharp ones of Yoochun's collarbones. The other two are like a drug if the headiness Jaejoong feels is anything to go by and the last thing on his mind is the idea of rejecting the familiar, yet distinctive warmth that's seeping through his veins.

They kiss above Jaejoong while their hands continue to skim his stomach and thighs, anyplace they can reach. Jaejoong watches, mesmerized, as their tongues slide against each other, flicking sharply before unfurling against teeth and lips. Junsu seems to like when Yoochun bites his lower lip the most, and when Yoochun pulls away Jaejoong is right there in his stead, sucking and nipping at the flesh until it's swollen, wet with his saliva, and Junsu is moaning and rocking against his hip.

Jaejoong's attention strays when Yoochun takes his hand from behind and brings it to Junsu's cock. It sits warm and heavy in his hand, wet already at the tip and when Yoochun press against Jaejoong's fingers and together they wrap around Junsu firmly, Junsu bites down on Jaejoong's shoulder hard enough to wring out a gasp. Jaejoong turns onto his side and lets Yoochun guide his hand as they jerk Junsu off, grip tight and unforgiving, and the pace torturously slow. If it were any other moment and Junsu looked as frustrated as he is now, Jaejoong wouldn't hesitate to take pity and help; but it isn't any other moment, it's right now and Junsu is making the most delicious, breathy sounds right in Jaejoong's ear, every exhale causing his cock to twitch, and that outweighs everything.

Yoochun eventually takes his hand away and presses up flush against Jaejoong's back, fingers skittering over Jaejoong's shoulders, arms, and sides while he kisses and drags his teeth over the top ridge of Jaejoong's spine. It causes a chain reaction: Jaejoong shivers and his hand falters on Junsu, making the other gasp loudly. Yoochun laughs softly and Jaejoong feels the vibrations from it against his back more strongly than he hears it. For a few seconds, Yoochun's hand leaves him and when it returns, it's cold and slippery as it digs into his hipbone, but Jaejoong is less focused on that than he is the similar feeling between his thighs. Another shiver runs down his spine when he realizes that it's Yoochun's cock, sliding against his sensitive skin.

When Jaejoong shifts just right, he can make Yoochun's cock slide against his balls, and he wonders if it's amazing or embarrassing when he thinks he could come just like this, just from bringing them off. He doesn't get the chance to find out because Yoochun murmurs Junsu's name and a second later, two hands curl around his cock and Jaejoong can barely hold back the broken moan at the contrasting friction between their palms, one slick, one dry.

It quickly turns messy after that, the three of them doing nothing but rocking against one another faster and faster in between mashed kisses and low moans. In the end, Jaejoong comes first, the double onslaught too much and Yoochun follows not long after, grunting softly into the crook of Jaejoong's neck as his hips jerk shallowly. After Yoochun goes limp behind him, Jaejoong smiles lazily at Junsu's stamina, finding it unsurprising, then nudges at Junsu's cheek with his nose until Junsu looks up. His eyes never leave Junsu's as he works his hand hard and fast and he feels a second rush of heat when Junsu finally spills into his palm, eyes staying open the entire time.

Clean-up is done by Yoochun, who procures a shirt from the floor and wipes them off with broad, good-enough swipes. Jaejoong doesn't care much. He does want to care about what they just did and what it means, but it's hard to when Junsu attaches his face to Jaejoong's chest and Yoochun settles in again, spooned up behind. It doesn't take much debating for him to decide that it can wait until morning and he lets himself drift off, one arm settled over Yoochun's around his waist and the other curled protectively over Junsu's head.

When Jaejoong wakes, it is barely morning, the sky still carrying the tinge of grey that lingers from night before it can turn into the pale, watercolor orange and yellows. Jaejoong unravels himself from beneath heavy limbs, pausing when Junsu shifts. When both continue sleeping, he starts shifting again, scooting carefully towards the foot of the bed until he can climb off.

Stickiness still lingers on his stomach and thighs, but he ignores the discomfort as he finds his underwear and jeans, tugging them both back on. Rustling on the bed makes him look back up, thinking perhaps he's disturbed their sleep, but he sees that it's the opposite and watches as Junsu seems to instinctively curl into Yoochun. It strikes something in Jaejoong and he gets it suddenly. Picking up his shirt, he leaves the room silently.

Hours later, Yoochun and Junsu stumble into the kitchen in only their underwear, bleary-eyed and yawning still. Jaejoong's sitting at the table drinking tea and smiles softly at them, murmurs, "Morning." Yoochun comes over and leans down, clearly to give a kiss, but Jaejoong stops him with a hand to Yoochun's chest. "Coffee's waiting," he says, then pushes against Yoochun as he stands up, looking to Junsu next. "And there's jjigae too, if you're hungry. Otherwise, I think there's still some juice left in the fridge."

"Hyung?" Junsu sounds bewildered, nothing like how he did last night when baiting Jaejoong.

Jaejoong looks down at Yoochun's and Junsu's joined hands, then back up. Taking a step forward, he kisses Junsu's forehead as if to lessen the blow.

"There isn't any room for me. There never was."

FIC: {I Want To Hold Your Hand} [Jaejoong/Yoochun]

2008-12-21T11:18:02Z

i want to hold your hand
jaejoong/yoochun; 493
g, but jaechun need to wash their mouths out with soap.
for linda, who sacrificed her dignity in the name of jaechun handholding erotica.

Two days before Christmas, Jaejoong wakes up in the middle of the night to sounds of rustling from the other side of the room – more specifically, the closet. Immediately, he knows what's going on and throws his blankets aside while trying to roll out of bed at the same time. The numbness in his left leg takes him by surprise and he stumbles when his feet hit the floor, but recovers quickly and he charges towards the direction of the closet, eyes blinking furiously in an attempt to make his eyes adjust to the darkness faster.

"Park Yoochun!" he hisses as he gropes for the figure trying to escape capture. "You get your greasy paws off those presents right now or, I swear to god, I will make sure you'll never be able to produce spawn!"

"I'm not touching anything!" Jaejoong swipes at Yoochun with both arms and catches him around the waist. "Augh, bastard! Let go of me!" Yoochun cries, wriggling against Jaejoong's chest and trying to elbow him off.

"Why – ow, fucker! -- why can't you just wait two damn days?" Jaejoong reciprocates by shoving his foot between Yoochun's, trying to bring the other down by tripping him. It works, but not without forcing Jaejoong to make a sacrifice and go down with. They both cry out as they tumble to the floor, knees and elbows colliding with more fleshy parts. No spawn-producing areas are harmed.

When the chaos dies down, Jaejoong still has his arms around Yoochun's waist while one of Yoochun's has magically found its way up, settled comfortably in a headlock position around Jaejoong's neck. "When was the last time you showered?" comes Jaejoong's muffled voice from Yoochun's armpit.

"Before I went to bed!" says Yoochun.

"Liar," Jaejoong says, struggling slightly before half his face pops into view. "You smell like ass."

"You are an ass," Yoochun retorts. "I wasn't present peeking." Jaejoong looks at him skeptically and he heaves a big sigh. "Was hiding my own."

Jaejoong feels a little stupid and his cheeks warm, arms going lax. "Oh," he mumbles, shifting into a more comfortable position on his back when Yoochun's arm loosens too. He pouts, though, when Yoochun prods his temple.

"Don't I get an apology? Something to make up for trying to kill me in the middle of the night and then insulting my personal hygiene?"

Jaejoong is the one that sighs this time. "I'm sorry, best friend Yoochun, for trying to kill you in the middle of the night," he says, and it sounds like a recitation more than anything, each word emphasized flatly.

Yoochun blinks, then gestures expectantly. "The rest?"

"What?" Jaejoong shrugs. "You do smell like ass." There's a pause, and then limbs start flying again as Yoochun lunges for Jaejoong who doesn't quite roll away in time.

The shrieks of pained laughter stop only when Changmin bangs on the wall and Yunho's voice carries over threatening to break spines.

FIC: {Lifetime of Yearning} [Yoochun/Junsu]

2008-10-11T02:20:08Z

lifetime of yearning
yoochun/junsu; 545
g
written for dbsk_flashfic's 'steal me' challenge. i think i might actually like this one. just a little bit. woah.

There's a field somewhere.

In the spring it's a sea of bright green grass tall as one's knees, replaced by endless miles of wild flowers in the summer, that in the fall wilt away to make a bed of petals softer than the softest bed, and in the winter, becomes a place for hundreds of snow angels and the biggest snow people the world has seen.

Yoochun brings Junsu there, leads him through the grass and they carve paths with their feet that wind with no purpose but to be proof that they were there, they exist. They walk until Yoochun finds the perfect blade of grass. He pulls it out of the ground and turns around to Junsu, who asks him, "Who are you?"

There is no answer, except for the one Yoochun gives by taking Junsu's hand and holds it up, palm to palm against his own. He loops the grass around their fingers and says, "Hey, help me."

Junsu complies; they tie it together.

Yoochun curls his arm around Junsu's waist and ties them together.

The biggest flowers grow on the far end, and Yoochun makes Junsu run, chasing them as if they will wither when the sun disappears below the sky. Junsu laughs behind him, carefree and uncontrollable and if Yoochun could catch sounds in jars like fireflies, he would make everyone forget what night even looks like.

When they stop, Yoochun asks, "What color do you want?" as he reaches for a group of bluebonnets. Junsu is out of breath and his cheeks are flushed pink.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

Yoochun tucks the flowers behind Junsu's ear and answers, "I like blue, too."

The ground hides bumps that make their bike wobble and threaten to fall, but Yoochun peddles faster and Junsu screams behind him, tightening his arms around Yoochun's waist. It's not quite luck that nothing happens. It's like only Yoochun knows which ones will keep them safe.

They fight with sticks until Yoochun cheats and tackles Junsu to the ground, but the fall isn't hard at all even as twigs find ways underneath their sweaters and lumps of earth dig into their sides.

As he picks shriveled petals out of Junsu's hair, Junsu says, "Yoochun."

Yoochun kisses Junsu and feels the way Junsu's mouth fits around his name.

The cold does not deter them in competing to see who can make the biggest snowball and Yoochun taunts Junsu even as he struggles to push his waist-high ball of packed snow. Later, it doesn't move anymore because Junsu has pushed his into Yoochun's path and is trying to melt them together by breathing warm, white air between them.

Yoochun sits on top of his until he gets restless and holds out an ungloved hand to Junsu. Junsu takes off his mitten and they each try to melt each others' cold fingertips.

He slides his fingers up Junsu's wrist and touches the plastic bracelet there, thumbs over K. Junsu and says, "Don't forget me tonight."

Junsu leans into him until he's close enough for his breath to freeze over Yoochun's mouth. "I'll remember you again tomorrow."

Yoochun takes them home and holds onto Junsu until today disappears.

Tomorrow, Yoochun will steal Junsu away and they will go back.

FIC: {Complex} [Jaejoong/Yoochun]

2008-09-22T09:45:08Z

complex
jaejoong/yoochun; 1,405
r
written for dbsk_flashfic and sort of sequel to this.

In the elevator, Yoochun watches Jaejoong watch the numbers light up above the door, but thinks about the bag Jaejoong has in his hand. Thinks about what's inside the bag mostly.

Red, Jaejoong had said when they first stepped inside the sex shop, when he headed straight for the display of colorfully tacky packaged toys and Yoochun lagged behind a step or two, sunglasses perched firmly on his nose. It needs to be red.

So now Yoochun's standing here and sees Jaejoong's pink tongue wet his lips, making them look brighter under the harsh elevator lighting, and is reminded of red, hidden in the bag in Jaejoong's hand.

The bell dings and as the doors slide open, Jaejoong's head turns just a little and he catches Yoochun with a smirk before he steps out, his steps light and teasing just for the purpose of taunting Yoochun as he follows. At the door, he waits and Yoochun is confused until he gets there and Jaejoong wraps arms around his torso from the side, empty hand slipping into a pocket. "Don't have my key," Jaejoong tells him, and pulls out Yoochun's easily.

Yoochun draws horns in the air above Jaejoong's head and thinks of torture and water dripping on his forehead with each jingle of the keys.

Across the threshold awaits more torture as he's made to watch Jaejoong bend over and loosen the laces of his sneakers one row at a time. He resolutely does not stare at Jaejoong' ass.

Which is what he tricks himself into thinking; he fails in practice.

Eight years later (translation: about a minute), Jaejoong finally toes off his shoes and sets them in the coat closet, then turns to face Yoochun, lips quirked and head tilted in that angle that says 'I'm just being innocent-looking because I know it's driving you crazy'.

It's working. A lot.

"Jaejoong," Yoochun says, swallowing, "hyung," and steps in closer until Jaejoong's mouth is cracking into a grin and he can circle his arms around Jaejoong's waist.

"Yes, Yoochun?" Jaejoong answers smoothly, patiently, settling his free hand on Yoochun's shoulder.

Leaning in until his nose nearly touches Jaejoong's, Yoochun whispers exaggeratedly, "You're being a tease, aren't you?"

Jaejoong's eyes go wide and he shakes his head slowly. "Whaaaaaaaat?" he asks, as if in disbelief that Yoochun could suggest such a thing.

Yoochun narrows his eyes. Then, without warning, he tightens his grip on Jaejoong's waist and hoists him up, throwing Jaejoong over his shoulder, pretending to cackle when Jaejoong lets out a cry of protest and starts abusing his back.

"Let me down, you fiend!"

"Sorry, hyung, but we've got a date with the bed." Yoochun pats Jaejoong's ass apologetically as he starts towards their room. "And late for it because of you."

Jaejoong goes limp against him before the giggles begin. "You're such a loser, Park Yoochun. I can't believe I associate with you."

Yoochun enters their room and kicks the door closed before heading straight for the bed, dumping Jaejoong atop the mattress. "Give up now," he advises. "I'm the best you'll ever get." Then, taking the inconspicuous, non-labeled bag still in Jaejoong's grip, he extracts the package from inside and presses it against Jaejoong's chest. "Now. I think you promised me something."

The innocent act returns. "Did I?" Jaejoong asks, furrowing his brow as he takes the plastic box and looks at it oddly. "I don't remember anything of the sort."

"Funny," Yoochun says dryly, hands already slipping underneath Jaejoong's shirt, his fingers tracing the lines of Jaejoong's abdomen. "Because for some reason, in my head, there's the memory of you telling me this morning that if I let you get a toy, you'd let me watch you use it anytime." The shirt slides up, revealing smooth, pale skin. "Are you saying that didn't happen?"

Jaejoong shakes his head. "No, it did."

"Uh huh." Yoochun walks his fingers up Jaejoong's chest. "So you're going back on your word?"

Headshake again.

"Contradicting yourself," Yoochun sing-songs, pressing his knees into the mattress as he touches his forehead to Jaejoong's.

"Am not," Jaejoong protests, pouting up at Yoochun. "Obviously, I meant starting tomorrow, you could watch whenever you want. Today, it's if I feel like letting you watch. Any intelligent person would've known that."

"Why you little," Yoochun starts and pushes Jaejoong back onto the bed, smiling at the loud, sharp laughter it wrings out of Jaejoong. Laughing Jaejoong has always been his favorite Jaejoong. "You just want trouble."

Jaejoong shrugs and plays with Yoochun's collar. "You let me make trouble."

Yoochun sighs. He can't deny the statement. "Okay, Smartypants," he sighs. "You're getting naked."

"God, you're so romantic," Jaejoong says dryly, shooting Yoochun a raised eyebrow. "I don't deserve you."

"Shut up," retorts Yoochun lamely, kissing Jaejoong before the other can speak again.

Jaejoong still giggles, seemingly not bothered by Yoochun's mouth obstructing the sound from his own.

---

Getting the toy out of its packaging proves to be trouble; trouble that consists of an almost nude Yoochun having to physically part from a completely naked Jaejoong so he can go to the bathroom and employ the use of sharp pointy objects.

Attacking the box viciously does not aid in lessening the trouble, rather it increases his frustration so much that when he finally gets the toy loose enough to pull it free from its plastic tie fastenings, his dick is as limp as it was that morning when he thought his performance no longer lived up to Jaejoong's standards.

Staring at the red vibrator in his hand, Yoochun's brain starts thinking this thing is foe, not friend, again.

---

Jaejoong looks nervous.

Yoochun doesn't understand why Jaejoong looks nervous when he's the one whose entire existence now depends on the performance of a battery-operated, gaudy red stick.

"Why are you nervous?"

"You're staring at me weird."

At the foot of the bed, Yoochun goes from cross-legged to having his chin resting between his knees. "You're naked. How else should I stare?"

Jaejoong pours lube on the toy. "Not like I'm an experiment?"

Yoochun watches Jaejoong's fingers work and doesn't comment on how Jaejoong doesn't need to treat it like it's real.

"Oh."

---

Ten minutes later, Yoochun's slowly starting to think that maybe it would be okay if Jaejoong never wanted to have sex with him again because, god, watching Jaejoong like this is doing things to him that he never expected.

Jaejoong's back is arched, pressing his head into the pillow, the angle almost hiding the shut eyes and lip biting. His legs are also spread, curled toes almost reaching the edges of the bed.

Yoochun stopped paying attention to all of that a long time ago, though, when his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the sight of the vibrator disappearing in and out of Jaejoong, on edge every time Jaejoong's fingers turned the switch to make it vibrate more so he could hear the subtle increase in pitch of Jaejoong's whines.

It really would be okay, Yoochun's starting to think. Maybe.

---

Another ten minutes after that, Jaejoong slams his hand down on the bed and tugs the toy out, switching it off before throwing it to the side.

He looks like he's about to cry from frustration, and that startles Yoochun.

"God-fucking-dammit, will you get over here and fuck me already?"

"What?" He's completely confused. "I thought –"

"It's useless when you're here, okay? It's not the same." Jaejoong never really meets his eyes. "I can't do it."

Yoochun realizes he could not be happier.

---

Yoochun turns the toy this way and that, then glances at Jaejoong tucked in the crook of his arm. "Don't think they'll take this back, do you?"

Jaejoong frowns. "I still want to keep it."

"You said you couldn't do it!"

Snatching the vibrator from him, Jaejoong sets it down on the bedside table before curling into Yoochun again. "It'll work. Just when you're not around. Couldn't do it earlier because you were right there and I kept thinking about how dumb it was to being using a toy when I had the real thing a foot away."

Yoochun can't stop the warm and fuzzy feelings when he hears that. "So guess I'll never be able to watch, huh?"

Jaejoong looks genuinely apologetic. "Sorry I can't keep the promise."

It takes a lot for Yoochun to keep from laughing. "It's okay. I promise."

FIC: {Between the Sheets} [OT5]

2008-09-09T03:43:34Z

between the sheets
OT5; 5,761
NC17
written for flashfic challenge 'doubled' at dbsk_flashfic. also, for kallistei.

Changmin wonders, if he concentrated hard enough, maybe he could float above the bed and not be touching anything except the debilitating grossness of the thick humid air.

In the next bed, Yoochun says out loud, "Why can't I float?"

"Hyung, fan me," Changmin demands.

Yoochun snorts. "Dream on, baby boy. You should be fanning me."

If Changmin had any strength to, he would sneer and say something snarky in reply, but seeing as how he feels like melting asphalt, he grunts instead.

"I COME BEARING BEAUTIFUL CUBES OF FROZEN WATER."

Changmin hears Yoochun fly up at the sound of Jaejoong's voice, something that he would do himself if it weren't so hard to lift even his hand much less his entire body. Soon he doesn't need to though. Jaejoong comes over to hover over him, his cheek puffed suspiciously in the shape of an ice cube.

"If I poke you, will you destroy me?" Jaejoong says messily, half the words completely butchered.

"I would," Changmin answers, "except I'm too hot to really do it." He sees Jaejoong's mouth open again and cuts him off before the other says a word. "But if I manage to move again, I'd destroy you twice as much to make up for it."

Jaejoong snaps his mouth closed and chews on his lip instead. Then he moves the ice from his cheek to between his teeth and says, "Wan thome?"

Rejecting Jaejoong's offer on grounds of disgust and lack of hygiene crosses Changmin's mind, but then another drop of sweat trails down his neck and he decides it's just not worth it. He's so hot and sweating so much that he thinks he's going to evaporate right off the bed sheets if he endures it any longer.

Willing to sacrifice whatever energy he has left, Changmin extends an arm up and grabs Jaejoong's shirt, tugging him down until he's low enough to touch the ice to Changmin's lips and where Changmin happily slides his tongue out to curl it around the slippery cube, luring it into his mouth. What has already melted slides down his tongue and throat, making him shiver as he takes any opportunity to escape the heat.

In the midst of all the icy bliss, Changmin's eyes have drifted closed and what he sees when he opens them again is Jaejoong looking down at him darkly; suddenly, he thinks he can taste the cherry chapstick Jaejoong always wears. Something touches Changmin's arm and he realizes belatedly that it's Jaejoong's hand, still a little damp from carrying the ice bucket and as a result, makes Changmin's skin feel cold and hot all at once.

And then there's the realization a second later about what he just did - that he took the ice from Jaejoong's mouth. With his tongue.

Oh. Fuck.

Jaejoong's tilting his head and Changmin doesn't think there's going to be any disgusted yelling going on but the silence of the room sinks in just then and Changmin is reminded that Yoochun's still there. And he sees then, right on the edge of his peripheral vision, Yoochun watching them motionlessly, his mouth parted slightly and face unreadable.

Changmin's attention is stolen back by Jaejoong when he notices that Jaejoong's head is lowering towards his but this time there is no ice between his lips, just the one that's still in Changmin's mouth, melting cherry-Jaejoong down his tongue.

The door slams open, causing Changmin to bolt up and nearly choke on what's left of the ice cube. But Jaejoong is right there patting his back and murmuring if he's alright and Changmin wonders if That Moment has passed now, and whether he's glad or disappointed over it.

"Look what we stole!" Junsu announces at the door, holding up a 6-pack of Coke and a bottle of something else that they're clearly not old enough to be drinking and being completely oblivious.

"You mean what I bought," Yunho correct from beside him, equally oblivious. "Management will kill us if they find out."

Junsu shrugs. "So? Don't let them find out," he says, like it's just that simple. Yunho rolls his eyes.

"Are you going to tell us what you stole slash bought anytime soon?" Yoochun butts in.

"Don't be dumb, Park Yoochun," Junsu snorts, walking over to Yoochun and setting the goods down on the table. He points to the label. "Read it yourself."

Yoochun does and, after a few seconds, says, "Yeah, management will tear us limb from limb." Too bad he's grinning too much for the words to sound the least bit dissuading.

From the bed, Changmin's no longer choking and says, "I just want the alcohol."

When no one reacts, held back by their raised eyebrows and slightly gaping mouths, Changmin gets up and walks over to where the other three are to grab the bottle himself. He has no idea what the hell he's doing, but he's doing it anyway, uncapping the bottle and taking a swig within seconds.

It tastes weird and gross and makes Changmin cough afterwards, but at least he knows it'll burn away his embarrassment eventually.

Behind him, still on the bed, Jaejoong says, "Holy. Fuck."

---

Rum is what Yunho bought and what Junsu stole, and it disappears faster than the Coke does. Changmin doesn't know who initiated passing around the bottle, but after only three rounds, he pretty much doesn't know anything at all except for the growing warmth in his body and how that's the last thing he needs right now.

He gets up, a little wobbly, while the others continue doing shots, and goes to sit at the table and stares at the ice bucket for a bit. His skin itches. He feels fucking miserable.

Changmin looks away and the first person he makes eye contact with is Jaejoong, who's raising the rum to his mouth but pauses when he notices Changmin.

"… Hyung."

Jaejoong passes the bottle to Junsu silently before getting up as well, and he amazingly barely stumbles in his trip over to meet Changmin.

The second Jaejoong's within reach, Changmin lifts his hands to grab onto the sides of Jaejoong's shirt, head falling forward to rest against Jaejoong's stomach. He feels Jaejoong shift and then hears the sound of ice clinking against each other in water, but still shivers in surprise when cold fingers touch the back of his neck and makes droplets of ice water trickle down his throat.

Changmin twists his hands into Jaejoong's shirt even tighter, asking for more physically instead of verbally. Jaejoong gets it.

Even though he's being pulled up without an explanation, Changmin follows obediently, past the threesome giggling to each other on the floor and all the way to the bed. He continues to not say a word when he's made to sit, made to raise his arms, and when his shirt is pulled off swiftly.

"Yunho-yah," Jaejoong says, dropping to his knees between Changmin's legs. The giggling gradually dies down. "Bring me the ice."

Changmin isn't sure what he's supposed to focus on more, Jaejoong unbuttoning his shorts or that two extra people come tagging along with the ice. And it isn't until he's being made to scoot back and lie down on the bed does Changmin realize that he's only in his boxers, the sheets sliding cool against his skin.

Jaejoong sits on the edge of the bed, right where Changmin was moments before, and takes the ice from Yunho. He sets the bucket on the bedside table and dips his fingers in it again, this time pulling back with a piece of ice instead of just wetted fingers.

The first touch is against Changmin's neck, Jaejoong sliding the ice along his collarbone from one side to the other and back again slowly. He reaches as high as Changmin's jaw and as far as the ends of his shoulders, but never strays further than that, keeps moving the ice over Changmin's throat until it melts away completely.

Changmin nearly forgets to breathe.

The bed dips on Changmin's other side as Jaejoong goes back for another piece of ice. Process of elimination reveals it to be Junsu, who whines, "You're so spoiled," and then blows against his damp skin, making him gasp softly.

Before Changmin can reply, the coldness is back, on his chest, but it feels different this time, almost the same as when Jaejoong's hand had touched his skin earlier. Lifting his head lets Changmin discover that instead of using his fingers, Jaejoong had put the ice between his teeth, and the ice and his lips were now sliding down Changmin's stomach expertly.

There's a moment of clarity or something like it where Changmin thinks, 'what the fuck am I doing', but then the bed dips again and he exhales any questioning thoughts when fingers slide up the inside of his thigh, stopping just underneath the hem of his boxers.

"Hyung, stop hogging all the fun," Junsu whines while latching onto Changmin's arm.

"Quit complaining." Changmin's eyes drift to where Yoochun's standing behind Junsu. "Your big butt is taking up the entire bed. Move over."

There's squirming and shoving, but Changmin's drawn to the distinct sound of Yunho's laughter – so he's the one doing the leg groping.

Jaejoong sits up and swallows what's left of the ice, then leans down close to Changmin's face and murmurs, one hand brushing away Changmin's bangs, "Do that thing with your tongue again."

Changmin's about to ask what thing when he remembers exactly what thing Jaejoong means. He nods.

He feels before he sees Yoochun and Junsu still abruptly in order to get front row seats to watch. Yoochun seems more eager than Junsu. Changmin does his best to ignore them both, but can't decide if the way his heart is pounding faster against his ribcage makes it easier or harder to do so.

By now, Jaejoong's already got the ice in his mouth, the hollowing of his cheeks making it clear that he's sucking on it, and Changmin closes his eyes briefly, imagining Jaejoong's tongue swirling around it, licking the corners smooth.

Everything up until now could just be shrugged off as Jaejoong's eccentricities or his habit of indulging those around him, but Changmin thinks that if he willingly does the tongue thing again, no explanation would work.

Jaejoong's hand slides up Changmin's chest, absorbing some of the water that still hasn't evaporated, as he bends down, ice appearing between his lips. Changmin wets his own quickly with his tongue, though they still feel as dry as ever afterwards.

For a moment, Changmin simply focuses on the dark intensity of Jaejoong's eyes and the flush on his cheeks, warm from the alcohol. He reaches up and, instead of grabbing Jaejoong's shirt again, curls his fingers behind Jaejoong's neck to tug him down, pausing at the last second in case Jaejoong gotten any less drunk and wants to back out.

That doesn't seem to be the case though, as Jaejoong simply swipes his thumb over Changmin's mouth and closes the distance himself, making Changmin gasp almost inaudibly as the cold touches his lips.

This time, Changmin is all too aware of his tongue sliding out to take the ice and the way the tip brushes against the corner of Jaejoong's mouth, tasting remnants of rum. Hand tightening in its grip against Jaejoong's neck, Changmin curls his tongue slowly, closing his eyes when he catches Jaejoong's tongue too, but it all goes by fast after that, the ice falling into Changmin's mouth and him opening his eyes again to Jaejoong's wet, red parted lips.

"Holy…" Junsu breathes after a while, clasping his hand over his mouth.

"… Shit," Yoochun finishes, staring even more blatantly than the first time.

Suddenly, Changmin is panicking. He drops his hand from Jaejoong's skin and tries to get away as much as possible, growing more anxious when he realizes he's trapped on all sides. He shouldn't have done that. Jaejoong shouldn't have let him do that. What the fuck is wrong with him?

Jaejoong immediately shushes him, leaning in even closer and letting their foreheads touch. "It's fine. Stop."

Changmin turns his head away. "Where are my clothes? Hyung, please give them back."

"They're right next to me," Jaejoong answers, and starts petting Changmin's jaw. "But you're okay, alright?"

"Nothing about that was okay," Changmin says, trying to remove his arm from Junsu's grip next, but finding it nearly impossible when Junsu's response is to latch on harder. "Hyung, let go!"

He doesn't know if Junsu ends up listening or not because Jaejoong earns his complete and utter attention the second he presses their mouths together firmly.

It's Changmin's first real kiss and his body freezes up, eyes wide as they stare into Jaejoong's. He feels everything else go still too and wonders if the loudest thing in the room is his heart beating faster and faster until he can't breathe.

And in that moment, Jaejoong's eyes close and he kisses Changmin for real, but it's slow and hesitant and almost makes Changmin think that maybe Jaejoong's asking if it's okay that he's his first kiss. All of it makes Changmin want to laugh, because really, it's too late now when Jaejoong's mouth has been touching his for so long, the title can't belong to anyone else.

When Jaejoong pulls back, his eyes are still closed, but he murmurs against Changmin's mouth, "Okay, right?"

"We're drunk," Changmin whispers back, and he's trying so hard to understand.

"I know what I'm doing."

There's an abrupt scuffle and Changmin blinks when he receives a kiss on the cheek. Turning his head, he sees Yoochun trying to suppress giggles, then Junsu whose expression looks every bit like that of a culprit.

"… Hyung."

"Kissing's really fun, Changmin-ah," Junsu says matter-of-factly. "Don't be a spoilsport."

Changmin really has no reply for that, rendered speechless in a way that only Junsu can achieve. Yoochun grabs the opportunity instead, agrees, "Super fun," before he launches himself over Junsu and straddles Changmin's waist.

Jaejoong starts laughing and Changmin can't tell if he wants to, too, or just shove everyone away and lock himself in the bathroom for the rest of time.

Yoochun doesn't give him either option. "Hey," he says, palms flat against Changmin's chest. "I can kiss you too, right?"

Changmin continues to be speechless because that's just not a question he ever thought he'd come across in his entire life.

"Yah, only after he kisses me," Junsu butts in. "I don't want to taste any of your cooties."

"Well, I don't want to taste yours!"

Jaejoong continues to laugh himself to high heaven so Changmin looks over Yoochun's shoulder to his last resort.

Yunho stands up and walks up to the head of the bed and kneels on the floor, squeezing himself in between where Jaejoong is and the bedside table. "If you don't want to, just say so," he tells Changmin. "But if you want to. It's okay. Really."

Changmin closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath. "I… really, really want to," he finally admits quietly, too scared to open his eyes just yet. He feels a warm hand touch his forehead, brushing back his hair, then a mouth against his that feels wholly different from how Jaejoong's did.

And now he doesn't have to open his eyes to know who it is, as the way Yunho kisses gives off the same steady reassurance that his hugging does, and this time Changmin kisses back, shaky and unsure, but a kiss is a kiss.

"Hyuuuuuuung." Changmin smiles against Yunho's mouth and has to give Junsu just a little credit for being able to be patient for this long. "Stop budging in line."

The kiss is broken when Yunho's laughter gets to be too much, and Changmin turns his head, eyes blinking open finally to look at Junsu. "There's a line?" he asks, more shy than anything.

"Stupid leader," he hears Jaejoong complain. "Using all the leader tricks. So unfair."

"Think you liked my tricks," Yunho shoots back, and there's rustling and sharp laughter from Jaejoong, but Changmin is too focused on Junsu to pay attention to what happens next.

Junsu grins at him. "Who cares? It's my turn."

"Says who?" Yoochun interrupts, and Changmin's gaze shifts again. Suddenly Yoochun's weight against him takes up a bigger part in his head.

"Yah," Junsu protests, taking Changmin's chin and turning his head back while he points at Yoochun threateningly. "You're straddling him, so I get first dibs."

"Someone should just kiss me," Changmin cuts in, even though he finds that he really doesn't mind being fought over.

Junsu points at him approvingly. "Someone like me," he says, and ignores Yoochun's protests, cupping Changmin's cheek as he leans in to kiss him.

Changmin learns quickly, and after the first two kisses, he knows a little of what to do and curls his fingers around Junsu's wrist while moving his lips against Junsu's slowly. But he's not surprised when Junsu gives him something new, pulling back just enough to suck on Changmin's bottom lip and the soft pressure makes him moan a little, hand fisting Junsu's shirt.

"Ugh, you selfish brat," Yoochun says from above, though his voices carries a rather odd tone to it, one that sounds nothing like annoyance. Changmin probably wouldn't be too far off if he marked it as 'extremely aroused'. "Stop sucking his face off already and let me do it instead!"

Changmin laughs, thus breaking the kiss, and only laughs harder when Junsu grumbles and smacks Yoochun's thigh. "Asshole, he was loving my mouth!"

Yoochun rolls his eyes. "Whatever. My turn and praying I don't gag from all the residue you left."

Changmin simply lays back and waits for Yoochun's kiss, curious as to how it will taste and feel compared to the other three. He's momentarily distracted though, when he takes his hand away from Junsu's shirt. "Why is everyone else still fully clothed?"

If Yoochun's grin got any bigger from hearing that, Changmin might start fearing for his life. "Oh, baby," Yoochun lilts, and Changmin rolls his eyes, any fear in him put out immediately. Meanwhile, Yoochun's tugging his shirt off and dropping it to the floor before placing both hands over Changmin's shoulders, the look in his eyes as he hovers over making Changmin start to second-guess his decision.

"Hyung," Changmin says, trying to keep a little control on the situation. "I'm not food. You know that, right?"

"We'll see," Yoochun grins, and crushes his mouth against Changmin's and within two seconds, Changmin's taking back his warning completely because Yoochun's a really. Fucking. Good. Kisser. Even Junsu muttering about Yoochun being a show-off isn't enough to distract him as he kisses back enthusiastically, hands sliding up to rest on Yoochun's shoulders.

Air, unfortunately, is really necessary and Changmin's just the tiniest bit disappointed when Yoochun pulls away, even though he's breathing pretty heavily himself. Yoochun laughs. "You're something, Changmin-ah."

Changmin just grins and leans up to steal another quick kiss, confidence climbing steadily.

"Hey. Heyyy. All of those kisses were way better than the one I got."

Shaking his head, Changmin replies to Jaejoong, "If you have a problem with it, then come fix –" He cuts off abruptly because Jaejoong's more shirtless than he remembers and Yunho's nowhere to be seen at all. But then Jaejoong laughs and slides off the edge of the bed a little, looping his arm through Changmin's to keep from falling off completely and Changmin thinks, oh god, really?

But craning his head, he finds out that yes, really, Yunho is kneeling on the floor and pulling Jaejoong's pants off, and really ungracefully at that. Changmin watches mesmerized as Yunho pushes himself up and takes off his shirt before leaning over to kiss Jaejoong, joined mouths mere inches away from Changmin's face. The question of 'how many times exactly…?' tugs at Changmin's throat, but it stays there, words leaving him when Jaejoong's tongue slides shamelessly into Yunho's mouth.

"Hey, Yoochun."

"Ah?"

"Temporary truce so we can upstage them?"

"Hell, yeah."

Junsu's familiar giggling and the loss of Yoochun's warmth make Changmin look away from Yunho's hand sliding down Jaejoong's chest and torso, because if that's what was going to be upstaged, he didn't want to miss out on it.

In the second it takes for Changmin to turn his head, Yoochun's already in the same position he was moments ago over Changmin, bent knees on either side of Junsu's waist, and his hands are sliding up Junsu's chest underneath his shirt while they kiss. Changmin tilts his head in weird fascination, trying to figure out how it was possible for tongues to work like that.

Even though the other four had paired off, Changmin didn't mind because this was what he enjoyed the most, watching and observing and he can barely keep up as it is, eyes flicking between Yunho straddling Jaejoong's leg on his left, their hands conveniently hidden underneath each others' boxers, and Yoochun and Junsu on his right, displaying the most enthusiastic use of hips he's ever seen.

"Changmin," Jaejoong groans, "do something." But his words end up a little garbled because Yunho lowered his mouth to Jaejoong's throat sometime after he said Changmin's name and Changmin imagines Yunho's mouth must be really talented if takes away Jaejoong's vocals.

It's not that Changmin doesn't want to do anything, because his cock is getting really uncomfortable being confined without the friction it wants, but he has no idea what he should be doing. He went from first kiss to first sexual experience within half an hour and his brain is barely keeping up, and his body is just not coordinated enough to do what he wants it to do.

He guesses Jaejoong has some sort of sixth sense when it comes to these things though, because he reaches behind awkwardly and palms Changmin through his boxers, making Changmin cry out sharply, hips jerking up. Fisting the sheets, Changmin squeezes his eyes shut and prays to whoever will listen to not let his body react like it's still going through puberty. Except, oh wait, he's basically screwed there.

"Fuck, you're really hot, did you know that?" Yoochun asks lowly, somehow keeping his hips moving while he leans over to kiss Changmin again, pulling back occasionally to tug on Changmin's bottom lip.

While his mouth is being thoroughly, but pleasantly, violated, Changmin's underwear has somehow been pushed down to his knees and he whimpers into Yoochun's mouth as fingers curl around his cock, stroking slow, but firm, just enough to keep his body tingling. "Shit," he breathes quietly, tearing his mouth from Yoochun's as he tilts his head back, back arching.

"Oh, god," Yoochun mumbles from above before Junsu interrupts him with, "Like hell you will," and shoves his head away to latch his mouth to Changmin's throat, sucking immediately and making Changmin moan and shiver, skin flushing underneath a thin sheen of sweat.

"Yunho," Changmin hears Jaejoong whisper. "Yunho, I want to fuck him, can I?"

Changmin's body tenses briefly, a little fearful but also more turned on than ever, cock jerking in Jaejoong's palm. Junsu seems to suck even harder, teeth grazing along his pulse, and Changmin watches out of the corner of his eye as Yunho lifts his head and nods, giving Jaejoong a hard and fast kiss before he gets up and pulls Jaejoong's hand away from Changmin's length and nudges the small of Jaejoong's back with his other hand. Jaejoong, in turn, twists around, smiling back at Yunho as his boxers are tugged off completely, and settles himself between Changmin's legs.

Changmin catches his gaze and wonders if Jaejoong is really going to do that, but doesn't wonder for long when Jaejoong slowly lowers his head, tongue appearing between his lips. The second Jaejoong's tongue touches the head of his cock, Changmin's entire body draws taut and he feels like every nerve in his body has gathered at that one point of contact.

But Jaejoong continues to read Changmin's reactions well, and goes slow enough so that Changmin gradually adjusts to the (wonderful, fucking amazing, oh holy shit) feeling.

By the time Jaejoong stops and Changmin deems it okay to breathe again, somehow everyone is naked and Jaejoong is straddling him while Yunho is back at his side, murmuring something in his ear with concern on his face, to which Jaejoong just smiles and shakes his head.

It isn't until Jaejoong has his hand between his legs on Changmin's dick again that Changmin realizes what Jaejoong meant and what Changmin thought he meant are two completely different things and he blurts out, "Hyung," his hand darting out to grab Jaejoong's thigh.

"Changmin-ah?"

Changmin worries his lip, feeling a little embarrassed even though he thinks he probably shouldn't be. "I thought. I mean. You said."

Jaejoong looks confused.

"Said you were gonna… me," Changmin mumbles.

"Ohhh." Jaejoong smiles and shakes his head. "Not today."

Changmin can't help but feel relieved, but that doesn't mean he didn't catch the implication that today wouldn't be the only time they would do this, and he squeezes Jaejoong's thigh involuntarily at the thought.

"But this is okay, right?" Jaejoong asks him, voice soft and kind of hesitant and Changmin wants to laugh because it's the stupidest thing he's ever heard.

He covers his face with his other arm to hide the blush on his cheeks and nods. "Yeah, hyung," he swallows. "It's okay."

"Okay." And then Jaejoong's moving again, shifting above him, and Changmin can't decide if he wants to watch and risk things ending before they start, or miss out on something like this. He runs out of time though, and there's suddenly tight heat around him and he's really glad for whoever's hand is on his stomach that’s keeping his hips from acting on their own.

When it's safe to peek though, Changmin's a bit taken aback because Jaejoong looks like he's in pain more than anything and Yunho's back again, murmuring in his ear. "Hyung? Are you –?"

"I'm fine." Jaejoong laughs softly and rests his head against Yunho's temple. "I do this every time, right?"

Yunho sighs. "You're a dumbass," he says as he gets up, then points at Jaejoong as he starts towards the bathroom. "Don't move."

Jaejoong shakes his head and snorts; meanwhile Changmin, in between his worrying, can't stop staring at where his cock disappears between Jaejoong's legs.

"You guys are so slowww," Junsu pipes up, though his words sound a little odd and Changmin figures it might have something to do with how Yoochun has both their cocks in his hand and is stroking lazily.

Before anyone can reply, Yunho appears again and bends over Junsu to kiss him quickly. "You mean we can last," he teases as pulls away.

"Heyyy," Junsu whines, breath hitching a little. Yoochun grins from above. "Low."

Yunho just laughs and continues making his way back to Jaejoong. There, he kisses Jaejoong's cheek and holds up a tiny bottle and Jaejoong smiles.

"My savior."

"Uh huh," Yunho says, sounding unimpressed as he uncaps the container and pours the contents into his palm. Lotion, Changmin confirms, and yeah, even he knows his hyung is a huge dumbass. "I know that face."

It takes a second for Changmin to realize he's being spoken to. "Huh?"

Yunho laughs. "That's the 'Jaejoong-hyung just did something stupid again' face, isn't it?" he asks, moving his hand behind Jaejoong.

Changmin opens his mouth to reply but nothing comes out except a rush of breath because Yunho's hand is warm and slippery and feels almost as good as Jaejoong's mouth, especially when a finger drifts up and circles along where he and Jaejoong meet. And, oh god, Changmin squeezes his eyes shut as if that'll keep the imagery at bay.

"That face is not," Jaejoong replies for him, and Yunho laughs again.

"Okay, now you can fuck him."

"Thank you, o wise leader."

Changmin just doesn't understand how they can stand to be funny when he's barely keeping from embarrassing himself.

His eyes flutter open halfway when he feels a weight against his chest and sees that it's Jaejoong bracing his arm against him, a warm flush on his face and tongue pressed against his lip in concentration. It's the sexiest thing Changmin's seen in his short sexual history.

Changmin's not sure how he manages to not mess up, but he doesn't and Jaejoong eventually gives him a winning smile for his low moan when he's all the way in.

"Feel good?" Yunho's kneeling next to the bed again and takes one of Changmin's hands as he leans down and rests his head against Changmin's. "He's really pretty like this, right?"

Jaejoong blushes. "Shut up, Yunho."

Changmin worries his lip. "If he moves and I…"

Yunho turns his head to look at Changmin again and presses a smile to the corner of Changmin's mouth. "Need a distraction?" Changmin blinks, not following. "Your mouth, Changmin-ah," he says. "Want to try what Jaejoong did?"

Oh. Yeah, Changmin gets it now. His eyes travel down Yunho's chest until the edge of the mattress cuts off his view. He nods. "Yeah. Wanna."

"God, how does he sound like that?"

"Because he's innocent and pure like me, not a whore like you."

"Fuck you." There's a cut-off breath and Changmin looks over to see Yoochun with his hand in Junsu's hair as he kisses him roughly, their tongues once again doing things that boggle Changmin's brain.

Junsu eventually pushes Yoochun away, groans, "Asshole. Suck me off already."

Rolling his eyes, Yoochun gets off of Junsu and promptly turns around and re-straddles him, this time up by his face. "Better?"

"I'm going to bite this off."

"Whatever," Yoochun says flippantly as he takes Junsu's cock and strokes it a few times before closing his mouth around the tip.

"Ass," Junsu grunts, but he looks complying enough to Changmin as he takes Yoochun into his mouth, tongue swirling around the head enthusiastically.

Changmin looks back at Yunho, really confused. His mouth opens and closes a few times. Yunho pats his shoulder. "Questions later."

"Yunho," Jaejoong interrupts. "Hurry up."

Yunho throws Changmin an apologetic look. "He gets squirmy when he gets impatient. We shouldn't keep him waiting."

Changmin nods and reaches out to touch fingers to Yunho's chest. Smiling, Yunho stands up and Changmin's hand falls more until it's resting just beside Yunho's cock. Licking his lips, he traces his thumb up the underside, mouth parting into a small oh as Yunho shivers from it.

"Oh god, you're trying to kill me, seriously."

Laughing softly at Jaejoong's comment, Changmin moves his hand so he can pull Yunho in a little bit, just the amount needed so that he can shift his upper body over and reach Yunho's cock without having to crane his neck.

"Go slow if you want," Yunho tells him, petting his hair and Changmin nods. He licks his lips. Licks Yunho.

The odd taste hits his tongue, not bad, but it makes Changmin realize that yeah, this is really happening and it's ridiculous and crazy, but everyone else seems to want it as much as he does, if not more. Taking a deep breath, he wraps his lips around the tip and sucks experimentally, smiling to himself when Yunho reacts visibly, fingers slipping in his hair to fist it loosely.

Below, Jaejoong seems to have decided that was enough and starts to raise himself up and Changmin freezes for a second as all the air in his body seems to leave him from that simple movement.

He feels Yunho touch his cheek and that brings him back down to earth, and he curls his fingers around the base of Yunho's cock, stroking lightly as he takes Yunho a little deeper. It distracts him a little from the way Jaejoong feels around him, if only because he's concentrating so hard, wanting Yunho to feel good.

Changmin's concept of time disappears after that, and he doesn't know how long it lasts, the room only filled with sounds of heavy breathing and the shifting of bodies. In his ears is the heavy pounding of his pulse, broken eventually when Jaejoong cries out and Changmin takes his mouth away from Yunho long enough to see Yoochun's hand fisting Jaejoong's cock hard and fast.

The image spurs him on and he starts sucking Yunho harder and faster, moaning softly when Yunho tugs on his hair, other hand digging into his shoulder.

"Oh, fuck," is all Changmin hears before the pressure around his cock tightens and dull pain runs up his side when Jaejoong sinks his nails into Changmin's hip. He barely registers that Jaejoong is coming because all of it triggers his own orgasm and he pulls back, lips parted around the tip of Yunho's cock, gasping and shuddering as he clutches his arms around Yunho's waist and spills into Jaejoong. Briefly, he thinks he never asked if he could do that.

"Changmin-ah," Yunho strains, and there's a hand pushing at Changmin's shoulder but he ignores it, mustering up strength to tug Yunho in and give him one more hard suck. There's a sense of self-satisfaction when Yunho groans and Changmin feels him come against his tongue. He swallows as much as he can, ignoring the new, weird taste, because he wants to do this properly for Yunho.

Yunho nudges at his shoulder again and Changmin listens this time, pulling away with another small lick before falling back onto the bed. And he really likes the look on Yunho's face, he finds.

"Goddammit, I'm getting my kiss." Changmin barely registers those words before Jaejoong's mouth is on his, tongue forcing its way past his lips and he moans as Jaejoong licks up the lingering taste of Yunho in his mouth.

"Oh, you two suck." And then Changmin hears Junsu's satisfied moan followed by something close to it from Yoochun.

Panting fills the room. Junsu says after a while, "You were supposed to aim for my mouth, dumbass."

Jaejoong breaks into giggles against Changmin's chest and Changmin can't help but break into laughter either because Junsu just sounds so, well, put-upon.

Yunho sighs, but there's fondness in his voice when he says, "I'll go get the towels."

Jaejoong takes a deep breath and smiles down at Changmin, kissing him sweetly. "You did good."

"Well, hyung," Changmin says automatically. "It's 'you did well'."

There's more laughter when Jaejoong goes pink and smacks Changmin's shoulder.

"Brat."

FIC: {Moments Endless} [Jaejoong/Changmin]

2008-09-04T07:10:20Z

moments endless
jaejoong/changmin; 379
g
this is all sleepish's fault. :( because i say so. written in 40min in the middle of the night so apologies for craptasticness.

What Jaejoong knows as fact and what Changmin thinks as theory is this: that Jaejoong fell for Changmin on the 584th day since their first introduction.

On the 583rd night, it's raining and Jaejoong's outside spinning circles and catching water in his clothes and letting them slip through his hands. He stops, just for a second, when Changmin appears, jogging out of the house and sheltered under an umbrella that looks like it should've been thrown out long ago.

"Hyung! Get inside already!" Changmin yells, and Jaejoong smiles.

He reaches out a hand - the sky lights up and shakes around them; the watch around Changmin's wrist flashes - and finds out that he wants Changmin to be the puddle that grows in the palm of his hand.

On the 2,737th day, Jaejoong walks down the hall that houses all the awards they've ever won and overhears Changmin tell Yunho about a girl he really likes.

Then asks if he can date her.

Jaejoong knows what Yunho will say. He leaves before Yunho can say it.

It's exactly a year later, the 3103rd night since Jaejoong was first told that the scrawny boy who stood before him was Shim Changmin, that he's told the woman sitting in front of him now is who Changmin wants to marry.

Jaejoong smiles and leaves five minutes into dinner without excusing himself.

Five minutes after that, he has a hand over his throat and tells Yoochun through the bathroom door that she's perfect for him.

On the last night, Jaejoong enters Changmin's room without knocking and crawls into bed with him. He listens to Changmin waking up and tries to remember each of the 3,400 days before.

Changmin says his name groggily and Jaejoong swallows the urge to make Changmin make promises that he has no obligation to give. He asks instead, "Can I still make you kimchi jjigae?" and means "Do you promise not to forget that I've loved you longer?"

Changmin's arms pull him in close and he holds on as tight as he dares. "Always, hyung."

Jaejoong closes his eyes and starts reciting a speech in his head over and over until color fills the room again, and he turns his hand over to let Changmin slip between his fingers.

FIC: {Hard Habit to Break} [Jaejoong/Changmin]

2008-08-29T09:45:04Z

hard habit to break
jaejoong/changmin; 507
R, bordering on NC17
prompt 'broken!tvxq' for in_vazn; hint hint. not the happiest fic you will ever read.

It's routine now, when Changmin comes into Jaejoong's room and interrupts him from whatever he's doing to wrestle a kiss from him.

They used to play one touch behind the scenes as well as on-air, but sometime after Changmin's 21st birthday, a slap was blocked by a kiss and now one touch is just to show that nothing's changed.

This day, like any other day, Jaejoong's lounging in bed reading a book when Changmin charges in without knocking. Walking right up to the side of his bed, Changmin takes the book from him and drops it carelessly onto the floor before climbing on top of him, straddling, hands already quick to work beneath Jaejoong's shirt, touching and stroking and twisting while his teeth tug on Jaejoong's bottom lip until it's bright red and swollen.

Changmin told him once before, when asked, it's because Jaejoong-hyung looks most innocent like that. Jaejoong never pretended like he understood, but neither did he bring it up again after.

Crawling off, Changmin's fingers dig into Jaejoong's waist as he flips him over and Jaejoong doesn't even remember the last time they got to the naked part – Changmin is much more concerned about time constraints and just getting off now than he was at the beginning.

Jaejoong sometimes dreams about the next part, the part where he's pulled onto his hands and knees. First his pants get pushed down, then Changmin's, and then the unmistakable sound of saliva being spit onto a palm. Jaejoong hasn't figured out yet which one's better or worse, dream or reality. But just like choosing between death by fire or water, it's not something he dwells on a lot.

Changmin fucks him silently, like always, and Jaejoong keeps silent too because that's how he was the first time and Changmin never told him not to be. Only when Changmin's about to come does his voice break, because by then Changmin's slamming into him so hard, the air's being forced out of his lungs.

It's never more than five minutes that Changmin stays afterwards, just enough time for him to refasten his pants and fix himself up in front of the mirror on Jaejoong's closet door. Changmin finishes up in four today, sticking around for the extra one until Junsu calls from down the hall, "Changmin-ah, Tae – Bo – Whatever, your date's here."

Jaejoong slowly falls onto his side, pants still around his thighs, while Changmin pauses at the door and says, "I want bulgogi tonight." Then disappears.

Only after the sound of the front door closing do the other three appear in front of Jaejoong. Yoochun cleans him off and then Junsu fixes his pants, and Yunho tells him again, "You know this isn't love, right Jaejoong?"

Jaejoong just asks for his book back, wants to finish it before Changmin gets back so he can make the bulgogi in time.

It's routine, and no one says anything to break it, because everyone knows that if Jaejoong didn't have the attention Changmin gives now, he wouldn't have any at all.