Tonight - Chapter 5 - Part 2
“Loser picks the game,” Jaejoong said, “so that’s you Junsu.”
“I was the loser of the last game. Remember, no pubes?” Yoochun balked and pointed at his crotch.
“But Junsu lost last night’s round of…um…” Yunho didn’t know what to call it so he just looked away, embarrassed.
“I’m picking the game,” Junsu said, reaching into the hat they’d borrowed from Yoochun to hold the folded pieces of paper. He reached in and grabbed one, eager to unfold it. His own game idea wasn’t very creative, but he knew by looking at the folds that he hadn’t selected his idea.
He unfolded it and read it twice to himself before reading it aloud. “It says, ten rounds of poker, person with the least amount of chips after ten rounds is the loser.”
“Poker…does it say strip poker?” Jaejoong asked, gently pulling the paper from Junsu’s fingers to look at it himself.
Yunho blushed. “No. That’s my game idea and it most certainly does not include stripping.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Well, I say it should.”
“I second that,” Yoochun said and Junsu’s heart fluttered madly in his chest.
“But it doesn’t make sense to play strip poker when we are using chips,” Changmin said, though his tone did not indicate whether he was for it or against it. He was simply stating the facts.
Junsu figured he should say something. “We could play it both ways at the same time. If you lose a hand you have to take something off and you lose your chips.”
“Perfect! I like that idea,” Jae said, crumpling the paper and tossing it over his shoulder. “Now what are we using for chips?”
Yunho frowned. “Wait a minute, we haven’t agreed to play strip poker yet.”
“I’m in,” Changmin said with a devious glint in his eye. It seemed he had some sort of strategy brewing behind those innocent features and little boy charm.
Junsu knew that he was Yunho’s only hope. If they stood together, they could probably convince Changmin to change his mind, but then again…Yunho was the one who made him go buy a magazine.
Sorry Yunho, payback’s a bitch. “Count me in,” Junsu said, flashing Yunho one of his cute, angelic smiles.
Yunho mumbled some profanity under his breath then composed himself and started organizing the candy-which was ironically the silver foil wrapped Kisses. “Each person starts with twenty pieces of chocolate.” Jaejoong helped him separate the candy into five equal piles.
Changmin was practically salivating as his eyes raked over the piles of Kisses. He had that hunger in his eyes-literally.
Yoochun reached for a hoodie, but Junsu smacked his leg. “Hey! You can’t add layers now. You play with what you have on,” he said, still in pick-on-Micky mode.
“But I’m cold,” Yoochun said with a whine, looking to Jaejoong for support. He wasn’t wearing much to begin with so he could use whatever help he could get. No socks, just pants and a t-shirt and probably underwear. Oh god, please let him have underwear on, Junsu thought, his mind rebelling as it hopped back onto the Yoochun train.
“Like I care,” Jae said, pushing a pile of Kisses over to Junsu. “I’m counting my Kisses Min.” Changmin’s sneaky fingers halted near Jaejoong’s pile, having inched over when the oldest wasn’t looking.
“But I’m hungry,” Min said, mewling as Yunho stuffed the extra candy back into the bag, obviously not offering it up to their baby.
“Do you want me to make you a snack?” Jaejoong asked in a motherly tone of worry and concern.
“Hey! I say I’m cold and you don’t care, Min says he’s hungry and you’re ready to toss on an apron and dote on him,” Yoochun said, reaching for his hoodie again.
“We have an apron?” Yunho asked with peaked interest.
“No, we don’t have an apron,” Jaejoong said with a sigh. “Fine, wear your stupid hoodie. Min, get your own food. There are leftovers in the fridge.”
Changmin pouted and Junsu chuckled. They were already the perfect family.
Once everyone was happy, warm and fed, Yunho dealt the cards for the first game. “One Kiss to start each round, but after that, bet all you want.”
Everyone tossed a Kiss in the middle and looked at their cards. Junsu smiled when he saw that he had three sevens. That was good, right?
“Su’s smiling,” Yoochun said causing everyone to look at him. “Watcha got?”
Junsu pulled his cards close to his chest and stuck his lower lip out at Yoochun. “None of your business.” But he couldn’t hide the glitter in his eyes.
“I fold,” Jaejoong said, tossing his cards into the center.
“What!? We just started.” Changmin’s eyebrows crinkled as he pouted.
“But Junsu’s obviously packing some heat over there and I want to keep my Kisses,” Jaejoong said, once again having to hide his pile from Changmin’s wandering fingers.
“But if you fold, you have to take off an article of clothing,” Yunho said with a heated eagerness that caught Junsu’s attention. Hold up-was there something hidden in the leader’s words?
Jaejoong batted his eyelashes at Yunho and slowly removed his t-shirt. Junsu momentarily forgot about his three sevens as he watched an electric current flow between the two oldest members. Jaejoong was making eyes at Yunho, specifically bedroom eyes like the actresses in the K-dramas made at their leading men when they wanted…
Junsu blushed. Don’t think about them doing it. Don’t think about them doing it. Ah shit…thought about them doing it. The image of a half naked Jaejoong whimpering in the throws of passion in Yunho’s steady arms made Junsu’s mind have a nuclear meltdown. He hated that his hormones ruled his brain sometimes.
“Well, let’s see,” Yoochun said, eyeing his cards with an unreadable expression of indifference. “I think I’m going to play, so I’ll put in one Kiss.” He tossed in a chocolate and met Junsu’s eyes.
Feeling confused by his mutinous thoughts, Junsu managed to toss in two Kisses. “I’ll see your Kiss and raise you one.”
Changmin and Yunho matched the bet.
“How many do you need?” Yunho asked Yoochun, holding the deck of cards out since they’d agreed that they could draw once. Yoochun took three, Junsu took two while Changmin took four. Yunho, however, only took one.
The betting went around again, Yoochun raising it one, Junsu matching while Changmin folded. Yunho called it and tossed in his Kiss.
Junsu proudly laid out his three sevens next to his two and Queen. Three of a kind was a good hand. “Beat that,” he said and Yunho did.
“Four of a kind, my friend,” Yunho said, laying out his four threes. “I’ll be taking that.” He reached into the circle to grab the kiddy.
Yoochun and Changmin both threw their cards down, neither having a decent hand. Changmin was especially disturbed as the mound of chocolate goodies moved into Yunho’s pile.
Oh well, Junsu didn’t mind too much, it wasn’t like he lost his shirt.
“Losers take off an article of clothing,” Yunho reminded and Junsu paled. Oh, right. He did have to lose his shirt, or perhaps one sock would do. He took off a sock, noticing that Yoochun was taking off his pants.
Why the pants first!? Why not, let’s say, his shirt or…oh that’s right, he didn’t have that much on to begin with, but still, why would he go right for the pants? Junsu kept his gaze averted, away from Yoochun’s creamy white legs which were now sticking out underneath a pair of blue and white checked boxers. Hey, wait a minute…
“Are those my boxers?” Junsu asked, his eyes bulging out of his head.
Yoochun grinned. “These?” He pointed at the underwear in question. “Maybe, do you want them back?”
Yunho was already dealing out the next round of cards.
“No, God! Just keep them,” Junsu said, pouting with forced disgust. He really didn’t mind, he was just startled. Yoochun had never borrowed his underwear before and it made him feel, well…he didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t feel bad, that was for sure.
He snatched up his cards and looked at them. A Jack, Queen, King looked promising, but then all he had was a two and a seven. He’d played poker before, but he couldn’t remember all the good hands.
Not wanting to lose without trying, he decided to drop the two and the seven while Jaejoong folded-again.
The eldest started pulling off his pants. “Yunho, you keep dealing me bad hands…” Jae cooed as his pants slipped over his feet and joined his t-shirt on the floor. Jaejoong was left sitting in his green and blue striped socks and a pair of short black boxer-briefs that hugged him in all the right places. Something was odd…Jaejoong didn’t wear boxer-briefs normally, just regular old boxers, so those must be new-and totally freaking sexy.
Yunho just stared. His mouth opened a little, okay, it totally gaped a lot, but Junsu was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Jae’s legs weren’t nearly as attractive as Yoochun’s, though, much too boney.
Changmin also folded, opting to take off his other sock while Junsu, Yoochun and Yunho upped the bet. Junsu got an ace and a five. Wait, wasn’t that a straight? Jack, Queen, King, Ace…agh! He couldn’t remember. Oh well, he’d just have to put it down when the game was called and hope it was good.
“You look confused,” Yoochun said, eyeing Junsu.
“Huh? Oh, I’m just…hey! Don’t try to analyze me, leave me alone,” Junsu said, clutching his cards to his chest again. Yoochun was paying too much attention to him and it was making him feel uneasy. But what really made him uneasy was the seemingly subconscious actions Jaejoong was making-there was no reason for the languid rubbing of his inner thigh as he gazed longingly at Yunho.
Yunho had noticed it as well, even Changmin’s eyes kept flitting over to watch the pad of Jaejoong’s thumb glide across his skin then gently tug at the bottom of the underwear, snapping it gently against his thigh.
“Jae,” Yunho croaked, coughing afterwards to hide the crack in his voice. “Aren’t you cold? Do you want a blanket?”
Jaejoong licked his lips, twice, his eyes never leaving Yunho’s face. “No. Do I look cold? Because I feel hot.”
Yunho laughed nervously, glancing at each member’s face before calling the game. “Let’s keep playing,” he said, trying hard to ignore Jaejoong.
Turns out, Junsu discovered with great disappointment, that a Jack, Queen, King, Ace amounted to nothing in the world of poker. Yunho won again, this time with a pair of eights.
Jaejoong won the third round, thus holding onto his underwear and socks, while Yoochun ended up almost naked in his boxers as his shirt and hoodie were long gone. If Yoochun lost again, he’d be…Junsu swallowed hard and pushed the thought from his mind. What did he care if Yoochun was naked? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen him naked before.
He’d even touched him when he was naked. Junsu shivered a bit. God, maybe he had really aroused Yoochun when he was shaving him, maybe that’s why he cornered him in the bathroom and…and…Junsu snapped his legs together. Damn, he got hard just thinking about it.
And then there was the nipple thing from a few nights back. Junsu’s mind suddenly remembered the feel of Yoochun’s tongue on his chest and he let out a frustrated groan.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jaejoong asked, flexing his striped covered toes.
“Huh? Nothing, just…” What could he say? I was just thinking about how Yoochun was licking my nipples and I got a little distracted. That surely wouldn’t go over well! “Let’s keep playing.”
The game ended after ten long, cold rounds, though Jaejoong certainly seemed to radiate warmth with his constant stretching and arousing mewls of fabricated pouting. Since four of the five lost each round, they were all naked long before the ten games finished. Junsu alternated between rubbing his arms to keep them warm and using his hands to hide the hair that poked up between his crossed legs. It was a never ending battle between dignity and body heat.
But since Yoochun kept eyeing his lower half, dignity won out and Junsu found his toes growing ice cold.
“Okay, let’s count up our Kisses and see who lost,” Yunho said, shifting his knees to hide himself as he started separating his chocolate candies in a silent count.
Changmin, who had decided to hide his Kisses behind his leg as some sort of strategy, scratched the back of his head and gave them a crooked smile. “I, uh…ate some of mine.” Sure enough, some of his Kisses had degenerated into crumpled up balls of foil with the remnants of the paper strip sticking out like a buried flag.
“If you ate them then you can’t count them,” Yoochun said, his eyes twinkling as he realized his pile was rather large.
“But, they still count, right Yunho hyung?” Changmin’s eyebrows crinkled together as he addressed Yunho with the honorific hyung in blatant attempt for leniency.
“Well…I don’t know…” Yunho had stopped counting and was staring at Changmin’s decimated pile.
“I say he can count them. He still has the wrappers,” Jaejoong said in a surprising tone of mercy. “He can’t help it that he’s hungry. Here, have one of mine.” Jae passed Changmin one of his own Kisses.
“Then you can’t count that one anymore. Changmin gets to count it,” Junsu said, curious as to what Jaejoong was doing. Normally, their eldest would fuss and whine until he got his way, so it was unusual that he was giving away his only salvation from being the loser. No one would do that unless they wanted to lose, so…ah ha!
A light went off in Junsu’s head. He smirked and quickly counted his Kisses two by two and waited for everyone to finish.
The final results were hardly startling as Jaejoong was declared the loser and would thus receive punishment for the night. Thinking back, Jaejoong hadn’t tried very hard to play at all. He had either folded or over bet amazingly horrible hands and if Junsu remembered correctly, Jaejoong had only won one hand.
“I guess I have to pick a punishment, right?” Jaejoong stretched for the umpteenth time that night, flexing his arms as he pulled them over his head and elongated his back. He had a nice chest, that was for sure, but there was really no need for all the theatrics since he already had Yunho’s full attention which, from what Junsu had deduced, was what Jaejoong wanted.
Yoochun grabbed the hat and held it out for Jaejoong. After they had written out their game ideas, each had written out a punishment and folded it up for later. Junsu’s punishment had been rather lame, so he hoped it wasn’t picked, especially now that things were becoming interesting with the whole Jaejoong and Yunho dynamic.
Jaejoong reached into the punishment hat and giggled, playing around as he tried to peak, causing Yoochun to raise the hat higher over his head.
When he finally selected a piece of paper, he took his time unfolding it, much to everyone’s dismay since they were all eager to get back into their clothes and warm up. He read the punishment to himself then hid an embarrassed laugh behind his hand.
“What does it say?” Changmin asked impatiently.
“It says…” he cleared his throat and read it word for word, “Seven Minutes in Heaven with the person on your left.”
“Huh?” Changmin looked horribly confused.
Yoochun, however, did not look confused. “Wow…that’s awfully…” he started laughing. “Have fun Yunho,” he said, receiving a petrified look from their leader.
“Wait. What’s Seven Minutes in Heaven? I don’t know that game,” Yunho said, his eyes darting between Jaejoong and Yoochun.
Honestly, Junsu didn’t know what it was either, but he kept quiet to see how things would unfold.
“Well…it means you have to spend seven minutes locked in the bathroom with me,” Jaejoong said, only adding after a pause, “in the dark.”
All the blood in Yunho’s face rushed out of his head as Changmin’s mouth dropped open. “What are you going to do in the dark together?” the youngest asked, but at this point, Junsu had a pretty good idea since he knew what he and Yoochun had done together in the bathroom-and that had been with the lights on!
And with a sparkling glint in Jaejoong’s eyes, it seemed he was a winner after all.
(On to Chapter 5, Part 3)
“I was the loser of the last game. Remember, no pubes?” Yoochun balked and pointed at his crotch.
“But Junsu lost last night’s round of…um…” Yunho didn’t know what to call it so he just looked away, embarrassed.
“I’m picking the game,” Junsu said, reaching into the hat they’d borrowed from Yoochun to hold the folded pieces of paper. He reached in and grabbed one, eager to unfold it. His own game idea wasn’t very creative, but he knew by looking at the folds that he hadn’t selected his idea.
He unfolded it and read it twice to himself before reading it aloud. “It says, ten rounds of poker, person with the least amount of chips after ten rounds is the loser.”
“Poker…does it say strip poker?” Jaejoong asked, gently pulling the paper from Junsu’s fingers to look at it himself.
Yunho blushed. “No. That’s my game idea and it most certainly does not include stripping.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Well, I say it should.”
“I second that,” Yoochun said and Junsu’s heart fluttered madly in his chest.
“But it doesn’t make sense to play strip poker when we are using chips,” Changmin said, though his tone did not indicate whether he was for it or against it. He was simply stating the facts.
Junsu figured he should say something. “We could play it both ways at the same time. If you lose a hand you have to take something off and you lose your chips.”
“Perfect! I like that idea,” Jae said, crumpling the paper and tossing it over his shoulder. “Now what are we using for chips?”
Yunho frowned. “Wait a minute, we haven’t agreed to play strip poker yet.”
“I’m in,” Changmin said with a devious glint in his eye. It seemed he had some sort of strategy brewing behind those innocent features and little boy charm.
Junsu knew that he was Yunho’s only hope. If they stood together, they could probably convince Changmin to change his mind, but then again…Yunho was the one who made him go buy a magazine.
Sorry Yunho, payback’s a bitch. “Count me in,” Junsu said, flashing Yunho one of his cute, angelic smiles.
Yunho mumbled some profanity under his breath then composed himself and started organizing the candy-which was ironically the silver foil wrapped Kisses. “Each person starts with twenty pieces of chocolate.” Jaejoong helped him separate the candy into five equal piles.
Changmin was practically salivating as his eyes raked over the piles of Kisses. He had that hunger in his eyes-literally.
Yoochun reached for a hoodie, but Junsu smacked his leg. “Hey! You can’t add layers now. You play with what you have on,” he said, still in pick-on-Micky mode.
“But I’m cold,” Yoochun said with a whine, looking to Jaejoong for support. He wasn’t wearing much to begin with so he could use whatever help he could get. No socks, just pants and a t-shirt and probably underwear. Oh god, please let him have underwear on, Junsu thought, his mind rebelling as it hopped back onto the Yoochun train.
“Like I care,” Jae said, pushing a pile of Kisses over to Junsu. “I’m counting my Kisses Min.” Changmin’s sneaky fingers halted near Jaejoong’s pile, having inched over when the oldest wasn’t looking.
“But I’m hungry,” Min said, mewling as Yunho stuffed the extra candy back into the bag, obviously not offering it up to their baby.
“Do you want me to make you a snack?” Jaejoong asked in a motherly tone of worry and concern.
“Hey! I say I’m cold and you don’t care, Min says he’s hungry and you’re ready to toss on an apron and dote on him,” Yoochun said, reaching for his hoodie again.
“We have an apron?” Yunho asked with peaked interest.
“No, we don’t have an apron,” Jaejoong said with a sigh. “Fine, wear your stupid hoodie. Min, get your own food. There are leftovers in the fridge.”
Changmin pouted and Junsu chuckled. They were already the perfect family.
Once everyone was happy, warm and fed, Yunho dealt the cards for the first game. “One Kiss to start each round, but after that, bet all you want.”
Everyone tossed a Kiss in the middle and looked at their cards. Junsu smiled when he saw that he had three sevens. That was good, right?
“Su’s smiling,” Yoochun said causing everyone to look at him. “Watcha got?”
Junsu pulled his cards close to his chest and stuck his lower lip out at Yoochun. “None of your business.” But he couldn’t hide the glitter in his eyes.
“I fold,” Jaejoong said, tossing his cards into the center.
“What!? We just started.” Changmin’s eyebrows crinkled as he pouted.
“But Junsu’s obviously packing some heat over there and I want to keep my Kisses,” Jaejoong said, once again having to hide his pile from Changmin’s wandering fingers.
“But if you fold, you have to take off an article of clothing,” Yunho said with a heated eagerness that caught Junsu’s attention. Hold up-was there something hidden in the leader’s words?
Jaejoong batted his eyelashes at Yunho and slowly removed his t-shirt. Junsu momentarily forgot about his three sevens as he watched an electric current flow between the two oldest members. Jaejoong was making eyes at Yunho, specifically bedroom eyes like the actresses in the K-dramas made at their leading men when they wanted…
Junsu blushed. Don’t think about them doing it. Don’t think about them doing it. Ah shit…thought about them doing it. The image of a half naked Jaejoong whimpering in the throws of passion in Yunho’s steady arms made Junsu’s mind have a nuclear meltdown. He hated that his hormones ruled his brain sometimes.
“Well, let’s see,” Yoochun said, eyeing his cards with an unreadable expression of indifference. “I think I’m going to play, so I’ll put in one Kiss.” He tossed in a chocolate and met Junsu’s eyes.
Feeling confused by his mutinous thoughts, Junsu managed to toss in two Kisses. “I’ll see your Kiss and raise you one.”
Changmin and Yunho matched the bet.
“How many do you need?” Yunho asked Yoochun, holding the deck of cards out since they’d agreed that they could draw once. Yoochun took three, Junsu took two while Changmin took four. Yunho, however, only took one.
The betting went around again, Yoochun raising it one, Junsu matching while Changmin folded. Yunho called it and tossed in his Kiss.
Junsu proudly laid out his three sevens next to his two and Queen. Three of a kind was a good hand. “Beat that,” he said and Yunho did.
“Four of a kind, my friend,” Yunho said, laying out his four threes. “I’ll be taking that.” He reached into the circle to grab the kiddy.
Yoochun and Changmin both threw their cards down, neither having a decent hand. Changmin was especially disturbed as the mound of chocolate goodies moved into Yunho’s pile.
Oh well, Junsu didn’t mind too much, it wasn’t like he lost his shirt.
“Losers take off an article of clothing,” Yunho reminded and Junsu paled. Oh, right. He did have to lose his shirt, or perhaps one sock would do. He took off a sock, noticing that Yoochun was taking off his pants.
Why the pants first!? Why not, let’s say, his shirt or…oh that’s right, he didn’t have that much on to begin with, but still, why would he go right for the pants? Junsu kept his gaze averted, away from Yoochun’s creamy white legs which were now sticking out underneath a pair of blue and white checked boxers. Hey, wait a minute…
“Are those my boxers?” Junsu asked, his eyes bulging out of his head.
Yoochun grinned. “These?” He pointed at the underwear in question. “Maybe, do you want them back?”
Yunho was already dealing out the next round of cards.
“No, God! Just keep them,” Junsu said, pouting with forced disgust. He really didn’t mind, he was just startled. Yoochun had never borrowed his underwear before and it made him feel, well…he didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t feel bad, that was for sure.
He snatched up his cards and looked at them. A Jack, Queen, King looked promising, but then all he had was a two and a seven. He’d played poker before, but he couldn’t remember all the good hands.
Not wanting to lose without trying, he decided to drop the two and the seven while Jaejoong folded-again.
The eldest started pulling off his pants. “Yunho, you keep dealing me bad hands…” Jae cooed as his pants slipped over his feet and joined his t-shirt on the floor. Jaejoong was left sitting in his green and blue striped socks and a pair of short black boxer-briefs that hugged him in all the right places. Something was odd…Jaejoong didn’t wear boxer-briefs normally, just regular old boxers, so those must be new-and totally freaking sexy.
Yunho just stared. His mouth opened a little, okay, it totally gaped a lot, but Junsu was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Jae’s legs weren’t nearly as attractive as Yoochun’s, though, much too boney.
Changmin also folded, opting to take off his other sock while Junsu, Yoochun and Yunho upped the bet. Junsu got an ace and a five. Wait, wasn’t that a straight? Jack, Queen, King, Ace…agh! He couldn’t remember. Oh well, he’d just have to put it down when the game was called and hope it was good.
“You look confused,” Yoochun said, eyeing Junsu.
“Huh? Oh, I’m just…hey! Don’t try to analyze me, leave me alone,” Junsu said, clutching his cards to his chest again. Yoochun was paying too much attention to him and it was making him feel uneasy. But what really made him uneasy was the seemingly subconscious actions Jaejoong was making-there was no reason for the languid rubbing of his inner thigh as he gazed longingly at Yunho.
Yunho had noticed it as well, even Changmin’s eyes kept flitting over to watch the pad of Jaejoong’s thumb glide across his skin then gently tug at the bottom of the underwear, snapping it gently against his thigh.
“Jae,” Yunho croaked, coughing afterwards to hide the crack in his voice. “Aren’t you cold? Do you want a blanket?”
Jaejoong licked his lips, twice, his eyes never leaving Yunho’s face. “No. Do I look cold? Because I feel hot.”
Yunho laughed nervously, glancing at each member’s face before calling the game. “Let’s keep playing,” he said, trying hard to ignore Jaejoong.
Turns out, Junsu discovered with great disappointment, that a Jack, Queen, King, Ace amounted to nothing in the world of poker. Yunho won again, this time with a pair of eights.
Jaejoong won the third round, thus holding onto his underwear and socks, while Yoochun ended up almost naked in his boxers as his shirt and hoodie were long gone. If Yoochun lost again, he’d be…Junsu swallowed hard and pushed the thought from his mind. What did he care if Yoochun was naked? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen him naked before.
He’d even touched him when he was naked. Junsu shivered a bit. God, maybe he had really aroused Yoochun when he was shaving him, maybe that’s why he cornered him in the bathroom and…and…Junsu snapped his legs together. Damn, he got hard just thinking about it.
And then there was the nipple thing from a few nights back. Junsu’s mind suddenly remembered the feel of Yoochun’s tongue on his chest and he let out a frustrated groan.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jaejoong asked, flexing his striped covered toes.
“Huh? Nothing, just…” What could he say? I was just thinking about how Yoochun was licking my nipples and I got a little distracted. That surely wouldn’t go over well! “Let’s keep playing.”
The game ended after ten long, cold rounds, though Jaejoong certainly seemed to radiate warmth with his constant stretching and arousing mewls of fabricated pouting. Since four of the five lost each round, they were all naked long before the ten games finished. Junsu alternated between rubbing his arms to keep them warm and using his hands to hide the hair that poked up between his crossed legs. It was a never ending battle between dignity and body heat.
But since Yoochun kept eyeing his lower half, dignity won out and Junsu found his toes growing ice cold.
“Okay, let’s count up our Kisses and see who lost,” Yunho said, shifting his knees to hide himself as he started separating his chocolate candies in a silent count.
Changmin, who had decided to hide his Kisses behind his leg as some sort of strategy, scratched the back of his head and gave them a crooked smile. “I, uh…ate some of mine.” Sure enough, some of his Kisses had degenerated into crumpled up balls of foil with the remnants of the paper strip sticking out like a buried flag.
“If you ate them then you can’t count them,” Yoochun said, his eyes twinkling as he realized his pile was rather large.
“But, they still count, right Yunho hyung?” Changmin’s eyebrows crinkled together as he addressed Yunho with the honorific hyung in blatant attempt for leniency.
“Well…I don’t know…” Yunho had stopped counting and was staring at Changmin’s decimated pile.
“I say he can count them. He still has the wrappers,” Jaejoong said in a surprising tone of mercy. “He can’t help it that he’s hungry. Here, have one of mine.” Jae passed Changmin one of his own Kisses.
“Then you can’t count that one anymore. Changmin gets to count it,” Junsu said, curious as to what Jaejoong was doing. Normally, their eldest would fuss and whine until he got his way, so it was unusual that he was giving away his only salvation from being the loser. No one would do that unless they wanted to lose, so…ah ha!
A light went off in Junsu’s head. He smirked and quickly counted his Kisses two by two and waited for everyone to finish.
The final results were hardly startling as Jaejoong was declared the loser and would thus receive punishment for the night. Thinking back, Jaejoong hadn’t tried very hard to play at all. He had either folded or over bet amazingly horrible hands and if Junsu remembered correctly, Jaejoong had only won one hand.
“I guess I have to pick a punishment, right?” Jaejoong stretched for the umpteenth time that night, flexing his arms as he pulled them over his head and elongated his back. He had a nice chest, that was for sure, but there was really no need for all the theatrics since he already had Yunho’s full attention which, from what Junsu had deduced, was what Jaejoong wanted.
Yoochun grabbed the hat and held it out for Jaejoong. After they had written out their game ideas, each had written out a punishment and folded it up for later. Junsu’s punishment had been rather lame, so he hoped it wasn’t picked, especially now that things were becoming interesting with the whole Jaejoong and Yunho dynamic.
Jaejoong reached into the punishment hat and giggled, playing around as he tried to peak, causing Yoochun to raise the hat higher over his head.
When he finally selected a piece of paper, he took his time unfolding it, much to everyone’s dismay since they were all eager to get back into their clothes and warm up. He read the punishment to himself then hid an embarrassed laugh behind his hand.
“What does it say?” Changmin asked impatiently.
“It says…” he cleared his throat and read it word for word, “Seven Minutes in Heaven with the person on your left.”
“Huh?” Changmin looked horribly confused.
Yoochun, however, did not look confused. “Wow…that’s awfully…” he started laughing. “Have fun Yunho,” he said, receiving a petrified look from their leader.
“Wait. What’s Seven Minutes in Heaven? I don’t know that game,” Yunho said, his eyes darting between Jaejoong and Yoochun.
Honestly, Junsu didn’t know what it was either, but he kept quiet to see how things would unfold.
“Well…it means you have to spend seven minutes locked in the bathroom with me,” Jaejoong said, only adding after a pause, “in the dark.”
All the blood in Yunho’s face rushed out of his head as Changmin’s mouth dropped open. “What are you going to do in the dark together?” the youngest asked, but at this point, Junsu had a pretty good idea since he knew what he and Yoochun had done together in the bathroom-and that had been with the lights on!
And with a sparkling glint in Jaejoong’s eyes, it seemed he was a winner after all.
(On to Chapter 5, Part 3)