Bent Kisses 2/?
Title: Bent Kisses 2/?
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu and a maybe a few others)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine so I could make them question their sexuality by inventing games so they had to kiss each other (and me).
Summary: Yunho is having fun studying abroad in America. He has a lot of friends, some Korean, most not. The girls love him because he's tall and exotic. When one of his best friends decides to play matchmaker, Yunho isn't sure if he should let him, because well, even if he is a damn good kisser, Yoochun is a guy. And Yunho is straight.
A/N: this fic is for all you 2U lovers out there, and the only warning it needs is "massive amounts of kissing, and massive amounts of fluff".
Poster credit goes to dami_ah! Thank you darling, I love it! ♥♥♥
Part 2:
Sunday afternoon, Yunho disowned Jaejoong as one of his best friends.
Yoochun sat across from him. The coffee shop was full of students, but Jaejoong was no where to be found.
“Devious drag queen, isn’t he?” Yoochun said, voice low and full of mirth. He sipped at his coffee.
Yunho sighed. “I really should have seen this coming.” Jaejoong had sent them both a text saying to meet him at his table at the coffee shop.
“Yeah, when Jaejoong has an idea.”
“Stubborn bitch.” Yunho took another drink of his coffee and said, “Let’s get out of here. I really don’t feel like being under the suspicious glares of my fellow classmates.”
Rumors and gossip spread fast, and more than one person asked Yunho if he was dating Yoochun now.
Yoochun grinned. “Good idea. We can find Jaejoong and castrate him together.”
Yunho laughed. They left the coffee shop and headed away from the school. Yunho knew Jaejoong was probably in his and Yoochun’s dorm room, cackling like the evil witch he was at a plan well executed. Really. They could go the other way and tell Jaejoong he had no right to play matchmaker like this.
The blue sky gave the impression of warmth, but the air was cool. And then the wind blew. Fallen leaves scurried around their feet. Yoochun wrapped his outlandishly large scarf around his neck. Yunho zipped up his leather jacket.
Yunho had no idea what to say, so he didn’t say anything. After about five minutes, it seemed like Yoochun didn’t know what to say either, but he seemed a lot more composed than Yunho was.
“So do we talk about marketing class, or that project due at the end of the semester? Or should I comment on the weather?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho didn’t look over at him. He watched his feet as he said, “Marketing sucks. I hate that teacher. His English is so confusing. And I don’t want to think about the project, and it’s nice, but a little chilly. Next.”
Yoochun chuckled. Deep, alluring. It made Yunho’s skin shake.
“I can help you in marketing, you know,” he said. Switching to English, he said, “I do speak English pretty well, if you’ll remember.”
Yunho smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Silence again.
“Guess we could always talk about that amazing kiss on Friday night,” Yoochun said and sipped at his coffee.
“It was a kiss,” Yunho said.
“It was an amazing kiss.”
Yunho sighed. “Okay, fine. It was an amazing kiss. But still. Just a kiss for a drinking game, and no offense, but if I had been sober, I wouldn’t have done it.”
“None taken. Just have to know where I stand. Or where you stand, I guess.”
“Firmly on my side of the wall.”
Yoochun laughed. “Ah, Yunho-ah, just jump over the wall. It’s great on both sides.”
Yunho dared to glance at him. The lines of his profile were perfect. Straight nose, curved cheeks. The scarf hid his jaw and neck, but Yunho knew what they looked like to fill in the blanks. “Why are you bisexual?”
Yoochun smiled. “Jaejoong’s been my best friend for years. You can’t grow up with Jaejoong and end up completely straight.”
Yunho smiled. “Too bad I only met him last semester then.”
Yoochun looked over at him and then let his eyes drop to take in Yunho’s body. “Definitely too bad.”
The wind picked up as they entered the city park. Yunho looked up as they passed under the metal archway.
“Jaejoong told me we should be better friends,” Yunho said.
“Should we do everything Jaejoong says? He told me I should throw you up against a wall and kiss you again.”
Yunho grinned.
After another couple minutes, Yoochun said, “This is too weird, because anything I could bring up to talk about would just be filling the silence and awkward.”
“Then don’t talk. I don’t mind just walking.”
Yunho tossed his empty coffee cup into a trashcan. With nothing else to do with his hands, he shoved them in his jacket pockets.
Something beeped, and Yoochun dug out his cell phone. He made a face at the screen and ignored the call.
“Jaejoong,” he said in explanation.
Yunho nodded and then smiled. “My phone is vibrating. Should I check?” It was Jaejoong, and Yunho answered it with a breathy hello.
“Yunho, what …”
Yunho smiled at Yoochun and sort of moaned. Yoochun put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
“Jae … what … what do you need?”
“Where are you?”
“Can’t … don’t know … but, fuck Yoochun.” That last he said with a low moan. “I have to go, Jae. Later.” He hung up.
Yoochun laughed, holding onto the fence to keep upright. “Oh, god. I wish I could see his face right now.”
“He deserves it. Come on.” Yunho grabbed the long end of Yoochun’s scarf and started walking through the park. It was too cold for children to be out, and only other couples and people with their dogs were around. He led the way across the grass, not letting go until his feet hit the wood chips covering the ground around the slides, swings and other playground equipment. He jumped up two stairs, and clambered across the bridge. Yoochun followed him.
Yunho headed to the tallest platform, easily pulling himself up ladders. He paused only long enough to make sure Yoochun was following him, and then he went down the spiral slide. He slipped off and continued running around to the other side and lifted his arms to grab the monkey bars. Half way across, he twisted, lifted his legs and hooked them onto a bar. He hung upside down.
Yoochun’s laughter carried to him, and Yunho turned his body to watch him walk up. He had his phone out. “Who knew big, tough, athletic Yunho turned into a little kid at a playground?”
“Shut up. It’s fun.”
“It’s cute.” He put his phone away. The scarf had fallen off somewhere, and Yunho found it with his eyes, caught on a bar, blowing in the wind. Yoochun went a few bars in front of him. He grabbed a bar, bent his knees, and hand-over-hand traveled to the end. He turned and then came back. Yunho tightened his body and pulled himself up. His fingers wrapped around the cool bar and he unhooked his legs. He dropped to the ground.
Yoochun’s back was to him, and his jacket had ridden up, exposing smooth skin. Before Yunho knew what he was doing, his fingers were sliding along that skin, and then digging into ribs. Yoochun let go of the bar with a startled laugh and fell into Yunho while he continued to tickle under his coat.
“Stop, god, stop. Stop. Stop.”
Yunho laughed and stopped, but he kept his hands on Yoochun’s sides until the other was steady. He stepped away, and then his brain caught up to his actions, and his cheeks went red, and Yunho hoped Yoochun thought it was only because of the cold.
“Come swing,” Yunho said and turned away, heading for the swing set.
“In a minute,” Yoochun said.
Yunho sat on a swing. He immediately kicked off from the ground, pumped his legs, and pulled at the chains to get up in the air. Maybe it would clear his mind a bit. But he was facing Yoochun. He watched as Yoochun put a smoke to his lips. He cupped a hand around it, trying to block the wind. It took three tries for him to get the cigarette lit. A puff of smoke obscured his face for a moment, and then blew away with the wind. His dark hair tangled in front of his face. He continuously lifted a hand to tuck it behind his ears.
Their eyes met and unconsciously, Yunho stopped swinging. Almost hypnotized, he watched as Yoochun’s cheeks hallowed with another drag, lips pursed as he held in the smoke, and then opening, slowly, as he blew out another cloud of smoke. His tongue licked his lower lip, and Yunho looked away, trying to cover his embarrassment with more swinging.
Yoochun retrieved his scarf, wrapping it only once around his neck. The long ends dragged on the ground as he made his way to the swings. He sat in the swing next to Yunho and finished his cigarette. But he didn’t swing. He gripped the chain with both hands and leaned his cheek against them. He smiled.
“So, you come here often?”
Yunho snorted and dropped his feet to slow himself down. “What?”
Yoochun gestured around the park. “Here, park. Come here often?”
“I’m going to assume that’s not a pick up line.”
“Okay. It’s not.”
“Yeah. I come jogging here.”
Yoochun switched to English. “You must be tired. Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”
Yunho laughed.
“Yes. That was a pick up line.”
“English pick up lines are so lame.”
“They’re funny.”
Yunho met his gaze again, and had to look away. Yoochun was looking at him like he would any potential date. And Yunho liked it a little too much. But it was only because he liked feeling desirable. Yeah, that was it. Not because it was Yoochun, just … nice to be wanted.
Yunho kicked off the ground again, swinging hard. He waited for the right moment, put his hands inside the chains and then jumped out, landing lightly on his feet a few feet away.
“Ah, no back flip to impress me?” Yoochun said.
Yunho smiled back at him. “It’s a rule in my family. You swing, you jump.”
Yoochun stood up, took a step and then jumped once. “There. No rule broken.”
Yunho rolled his eyes, but he smiled. He took a few steps to Yoochun and then snagged the end of his scarf again. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho shrugged. “Wherever.”
“Ooh, that’s a cool place.”
Yunho took the scarf and tossed it at Yoochun. He laughed and finished wrapping it around his neck. Then sun was sinking fast, throwing the sky all shades of orange and yellow. The temperature dropped as they walked.
“Let’s grab something to eat,” Yunho said as they left the park.
“Asking me out?” Yoochun said with a smirk.
“No. You can pay for your own dinner.”
Yoochun grinned. “And yours.”
“It’s not a date.”
“Well, it sort of is. When was the last time you met someone at a coffee shop, played around in a park and then went out to dinner?”
Yunho opened his mouth and then shut it. The last time he’d done something like this with a girl it had definitely been a date, and they ended up in bed together.
“It’s not a date,” he said a little less forcefully.
Yoochun chuckled. “Alright. It’s not a date. Where do you want to go?”
Yunho wanted a cheeseburger, but he knew that Yoochun had succumbed to Jaejoong’s eating habits and gone vegetarian, so instead he said, “Pasta?”
“Sure.”
There was a small Italian restaurant a few blocks away, and as they walked Yunho found himself in a discussion about his family of lawyers and how he was breaking the mold by going into marketing and advertising.
Their conversation continued after they were seated and ordered drinks. Yoochun talked about his degree in International business, and how his real passion was music (Jaejoong’s major). Their meals came and Yunho talked about his younger sister, and Yoochun talked about his little brother, and they talked about what they missed most about Korea besides their families (“Dokbokki carts,” Yoochun said with a sigh. “I have a desperate addiction to dokbokki.”)
Yoochun rejected dessert, but Yunho ordered a slice of cheesecake with raspberries all over it. It came with two spoons.
Yoochun chuckled and met Yunho’s eyes. “Still don’t think this is a date?” he whispered, as he picked up a spoon and took a couple bites. Yunho kept his eyes on the cheesecake and off Yoochun’s knowing look. Unfortunately, he was so focused on it, that he didn’t see the check put down and Yoochun paid for the whole meal before Yunho could stop him.
“You can pay me back in the bedroom,” he said with a wink.
Yunho looked away quickly, hoping the slightly dim light in the restaurant hid his blush. He hurried out of the restaurant in front of Yoochun.
It was dark and cold, but only seven at night. Yunho was cold, even with his leather jacket. He jerked in surprise when the fluffy end of Yoochun’s scarf hit him in the face. He stood frozen as Yoochun wrapped it around his neck. It was still long enough to go around Yoochun’s neck too. Yunho had a sudden urge to run away from the situation, but Yoochun smiled and then started walking. Yunho had no choice but to walk with him, or choke to death. Their shoulders brushed.
The scarf smelled like Yoochun. A mixture of cigarette smoke, cologne and coffee. Yunho mentally made an excuse that his nose was cold before burying deeper into the brown knitting. With the smell in his nose, and Yoochun’s warmth next to him, he had no choice but to think about their kiss. It had been amazing. It had made Yunho’s skin tingle, his lips heat up, his head float away. In the heaviest moment, nothing had mattered but the feel of Yoochun’s lips against his and the feel of his body below him.
A voice that sounded like Jaejoong started mocking him. You liked it. You liked it and you want to do it again.
Yunho frowned, eyebrows furrowed. He unconsciously sped up, feet snapping on the sidewalk. And then Yoochun grabbed his elbow stopping him.
“Hey, slow down. What’s up?”
Yunho didn’t dare look at him. “Nothing. Sorry. Just … cold.”
Yoochun opened his mouth and Yunho said, “Please don’t make a joke about making me hot.”
Yoochun shut his mouth with a laugh. “I’m that obvious, huh?”
“Yes. With everything.”
Yoochun’s smile was unrepentant. “At least one of us is. You’re confusing me.”
“I’m confusing myself, and you’re making it worse.”
Yoochun opened his mouth, shut it and shrugged. “Sorry.”
They continued walking back to campus. Yoochun’s hands were out of his pockets for a moment, and then he wrapped them up in his scarf. Yunho wanted to hold his hand, and that was annoying. In Korea, he wouldn’t have hesitated in holding Yoochun’s hand, but … well, in Korea, he doubted that he would have just gone on a date with Yoochun.
Yes, it was a fucking date.
“Fuck,” Yunho whispered. If Yoochun heard, he didn’t say anything.
Once on campus, Yoochun stopped them. He lifted his hands and unwound the scarf from Yunho’s neck.
“Date or not, I had fun,” Yoochun said. “See you in class tomorrow.”
Yunho nodded. He watched as Yoochun walked away. A chill seeped into his body, and it just wasn’t because the scarf had been so warm. He hesitated for another moment and then with a deep breath, ran after Yoochun.
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu and a maybe a few others)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine so I could make them question their sexuality by inventing games so they had to kiss each other (and me).
Summary: Yunho is having fun studying abroad in America. He has a lot of friends, some Korean, most not. The girls love him because he's tall and exotic. When one of his best friends decides to play matchmaker, Yunho isn't sure if he should let him, because well, even if he is a damn good kisser, Yoochun is a guy. And Yunho is straight.
A/N: this fic is for all you 2U lovers out there, and the only warning it needs is "massive amounts of kissing, and massive amounts of fluff".
Poster credit goes to dami_ah! Thank you darling, I love it! ♥♥♥
Part 2:
Sunday afternoon, Yunho disowned Jaejoong as one of his best friends.
Yoochun sat across from him. The coffee shop was full of students, but Jaejoong was no where to be found.
“Devious drag queen, isn’t he?” Yoochun said, voice low and full of mirth. He sipped at his coffee.
Yunho sighed. “I really should have seen this coming.” Jaejoong had sent them both a text saying to meet him at his table at the coffee shop.
“Yeah, when Jaejoong has an idea.”
“Stubborn bitch.” Yunho took another drink of his coffee and said, “Let’s get out of here. I really don’t feel like being under the suspicious glares of my fellow classmates.”
Rumors and gossip spread fast, and more than one person asked Yunho if he was dating Yoochun now.
Yoochun grinned. “Good idea. We can find Jaejoong and castrate him together.”
Yunho laughed. They left the coffee shop and headed away from the school. Yunho knew Jaejoong was probably in his and Yoochun’s dorm room, cackling like the evil witch he was at a plan well executed. Really. They could go the other way and tell Jaejoong he had no right to play matchmaker like this.
The blue sky gave the impression of warmth, but the air was cool. And then the wind blew. Fallen leaves scurried around their feet. Yoochun wrapped his outlandishly large scarf around his neck. Yunho zipped up his leather jacket.
Yunho had no idea what to say, so he didn’t say anything. After about five minutes, it seemed like Yoochun didn’t know what to say either, but he seemed a lot more composed than Yunho was.
“So do we talk about marketing class, or that project due at the end of the semester? Or should I comment on the weather?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho didn’t look over at him. He watched his feet as he said, “Marketing sucks. I hate that teacher. His English is so confusing. And I don’t want to think about the project, and it’s nice, but a little chilly. Next.”
Yoochun chuckled. Deep, alluring. It made Yunho’s skin shake.
“I can help you in marketing, you know,” he said. Switching to English, he said, “I do speak English pretty well, if you’ll remember.”
Yunho smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Silence again.
“Guess we could always talk about that amazing kiss on Friday night,” Yoochun said and sipped at his coffee.
“It was a kiss,” Yunho said.
“It was an amazing kiss.”
Yunho sighed. “Okay, fine. It was an amazing kiss. But still. Just a kiss for a drinking game, and no offense, but if I had been sober, I wouldn’t have done it.”
“None taken. Just have to know where I stand. Or where you stand, I guess.”
“Firmly on my side of the wall.”
Yoochun laughed. “Ah, Yunho-ah, just jump over the wall. It’s great on both sides.”
Yunho dared to glance at him. The lines of his profile were perfect. Straight nose, curved cheeks. The scarf hid his jaw and neck, but Yunho knew what they looked like to fill in the blanks. “Why are you bisexual?”
Yoochun smiled. “Jaejoong’s been my best friend for years. You can’t grow up with Jaejoong and end up completely straight.”
Yunho smiled. “Too bad I only met him last semester then.”
Yoochun looked over at him and then let his eyes drop to take in Yunho’s body. “Definitely too bad.”
The wind picked up as they entered the city park. Yunho looked up as they passed under the metal archway.
“Jaejoong told me we should be better friends,” Yunho said.
“Should we do everything Jaejoong says? He told me I should throw you up against a wall and kiss you again.”
Yunho grinned.
After another couple minutes, Yoochun said, “This is too weird, because anything I could bring up to talk about would just be filling the silence and awkward.”
“Then don’t talk. I don’t mind just walking.”
Yunho tossed his empty coffee cup into a trashcan. With nothing else to do with his hands, he shoved them in his jacket pockets.
Something beeped, and Yoochun dug out his cell phone. He made a face at the screen and ignored the call.
“Jaejoong,” he said in explanation.
Yunho nodded and then smiled. “My phone is vibrating. Should I check?” It was Jaejoong, and Yunho answered it with a breathy hello.
“Yunho, what …”
Yunho smiled at Yoochun and sort of moaned. Yoochun put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
“Jae … what … what do you need?”
“Where are you?”
“Can’t … don’t know … but, fuck Yoochun.” That last he said with a low moan. “I have to go, Jae. Later.” He hung up.
Yoochun laughed, holding onto the fence to keep upright. “Oh, god. I wish I could see his face right now.”
“He deserves it. Come on.” Yunho grabbed the long end of Yoochun’s scarf and started walking through the park. It was too cold for children to be out, and only other couples and people with their dogs were around. He led the way across the grass, not letting go until his feet hit the wood chips covering the ground around the slides, swings and other playground equipment. He jumped up two stairs, and clambered across the bridge. Yoochun followed him.
Yunho headed to the tallest platform, easily pulling himself up ladders. He paused only long enough to make sure Yoochun was following him, and then he went down the spiral slide. He slipped off and continued running around to the other side and lifted his arms to grab the monkey bars. Half way across, he twisted, lifted his legs and hooked them onto a bar. He hung upside down.
Yoochun’s laughter carried to him, and Yunho turned his body to watch him walk up. He had his phone out. “Who knew big, tough, athletic Yunho turned into a little kid at a playground?”
“Shut up. It’s fun.”
“It’s cute.” He put his phone away. The scarf had fallen off somewhere, and Yunho found it with his eyes, caught on a bar, blowing in the wind. Yoochun went a few bars in front of him. He grabbed a bar, bent his knees, and hand-over-hand traveled to the end. He turned and then came back. Yunho tightened his body and pulled himself up. His fingers wrapped around the cool bar and he unhooked his legs. He dropped to the ground.
Yoochun’s back was to him, and his jacket had ridden up, exposing smooth skin. Before Yunho knew what he was doing, his fingers were sliding along that skin, and then digging into ribs. Yoochun let go of the bar with a startled laugh and fell into Yunho while he continued to tickle under his coat.
“Stop, god, stop. Stop. Stop.”
Yunho laughed and stopped, but he kept his hands on Yoochun’s sides until the other was steady. He stepped away, and then his brain caught up to his actions, and his cheeks went red, and Yunho hoped Yoochun thought it was only because of the cold.
“Come swing,” Yunho said and turned away, heading for the swing set.
“In a minute,” Yoochun said.
Yunho sat on a swing. He immediately kicked off from the ground, pumped his legs, and pulled at the chains to get up in the air. Maybe it would clear his mind a bit. But he was facing Yoochun. He watched as Yoochun put a smoke to his lips. He cupped a hand around it, trying to block the wind. It took three tries for him to get the cigarette lit. A puff of smoke obscured his face for a moment, and then blew away with the wind. His dark hair tangled in front of his face. He continuously lifted a hand to tuck it behind his ears.
Their eyes met and unconsciously, Yunho stopped swinging. Almost hypnotized, he watched as Yoochun’s cheeks hallowed with another drag, lips pursed as he held in the smoke, and then opening, slowly, as he blew out another cloud of smoke. His tongue licked his lower lip, and Yunho looked away, trying to cover his embarrassment with more swinging.
Yoochun retrieved his scarf, wrapping it only once around his neck. The long ends dragged on the ground as he made his way to the swings. He sat in the swing next to Yunho and finished his cigarette. But he didn’t swing. He gripped the chain with both hands and leaned his cheek against them. He smiled.
“So, you come here often?”
Yunho snorted and dropped his feet to slow himself down. “What?”
Yoochun gestured around the park. “Here, park. Come here often?”
“I’m going to assume that’s not a pick up line.”
“Okay. It’s not.”
“Yeah. I come jogging here.”
Yoochun switched to English. “You must be tired. Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”
Yunho laughed.
“Yes. That was a pick up line.”
“English pick up lines are so lame.”
“They’re funny.”
Yunho met his gaze again, and had to look away. Yoochun was looking at him like he would any potential date. And Yunho liked it a little too much. But it was only because he liked feeling desirable. Yeah, that was it. Not because it was Yoochun, just … nice to be wanted.
Yunho kicked off the ground again, swinging hard. He waited for the right moment, put his hands inside the chains and then jumped out, landing lightly on his feet a few feet away.
“Ah, no back flip to impress me?” Yoochun said.
Yunho smiled back at him. “It’s a rule in my family. You swing, you jump.”
Yoochun stood up, took a step and then jumped once. “There. No rule broken.”
Yunho rolled his eyes, but he smiled. He took a few steps to Yoochun and then snagged the end of his scarf again. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho shrugged. “Wherever.”
“Ooh, that’s a cool place.”
Yunho took the scarf and tossed it at Yoochun. He laughed and finished wrapping it around his neck. Then sun was sinking fast, throwing the sky all shades of orange and yellow. The temperature dropped as they walked.
“Let’s grab something to eat,” Yunho said as they left the park.
“Asking me out?” Yoochun said with a smirk.
“No. You can pay for your own dinner.”
Yoochun grinned. “And yours.”
“It’s not a date.”
“Well, it sort of is. When was the last time you met someone at a coffee shop, played around in a park and then went out to dinner?”
Yunho opened his mouth and then shut it. The last time he’d done something like this with a girl it had definitely been a date, and they ended up in bed together.
“It’s not a date,” he said a little less forcefully.
Yoochun chuckled. “Alright. It’s not a date. Where do you want to go?”
Yunho wanted a cheeseburger, but he knew that Yoochun had succumbed to Jaejoong’s eating habits and gone vegetarian, so instead he said, “Pasta?”
“Sure.”
There was a small Italian restaurant a few blocks away, and as they walked Yunho found himself in a discussion about his family of lawyers and how he was breaking the mold by going into marketing and advertising.
Their conversation continued after they were seated and ordered drinks. Yoochun talked about his degree in International business, and how his real passion was music (Jaejoong’s major). Their meals came and Yunho talked about his younger sister, and Yoochun talked about his little brother, and they talked about what they missed most about Korea besides their families (“Dokbokki carts,” Yoochun said with a sigh. “I have a desperate addiction to dokbokki.”)
Yoochun rejected dessert, but Yunho ordered a slice of cheesecake with raspberries all over it. It came with two spoons.
Yoochun chuckled and met Yunho’s eyes. “Still don’t think this is a date?” he whispered, as he picked up a spoon and took a couple bites. Yunho kept his eyes on the cheesecake and off Yoochun’s knowing look. Unfortunately, he was so focused on it, that he didn’t see the check put down and Yoochun paid for the whole meal before Yunho could stop him.
“You can pay me back in the bedroom,” he said with a wink.
Yunho looked away quickly, hoping the slightly dim light in the restaurant hid his blush. He hurried out of the restaurant in front of Yoochun.
It was dark and cold, but only seven at night. Yunho was cold, even with his leather jacket. He jerked in surprise when the fluffy end of Yoochun’s scarf hit him in the face. He stood frozen as Yoochun wrapped it around his neck. It was still long enough to go around Yoochun’s neck too. Yunho had a sudden urge to run away from the situation, but Yoochun smiled and then started walking. Yunho had no choice but to walk with him, or choke to death. Their shoulders brushed.
The scarf smelled like Yoochun. A mixture of cigarette smoke, cologne and coffee. Yunho mentally made an excuse that his nose was cold before burying deeper into the brown knitting. With the smell in his nose, and Yoochun’s warmth next to him, he had no choice but to think about their kiss. It had been amazing. It had made Yunho’s skin tingle, his lips heat up, his head float away. In the heaviest moment, nothing had mattered but the feel of Yoochun’s lips against his and the feel of his body below him.
A voice that sounded like Jaejoong started mocking him. You liked it. You liked it and you want to do it again.
Yunho frowned, eyebrows furrowed. He unconsciously sped up, feet snapping on the sidewalk. And then Yoochun grabbed his elbow stopping him.
“Hey, slow down. What’s up?”
Yunho didn’t dare look at him. “Nothing. Sorry. Just … cold.”
Yoochun opened his mouth and Yunho said, “Please don’t make a joke about making me hot.”
Yoochun shut his mouth with a laugh. “I’m that obvious, huh?”
“Yes. With everything.”
Yoochun’s smile was unrepentant. “At least one of us is. You’re confusing me.”
“I’m confusing myself, and you’re making it worse.”
Yoochun opened his mouth, shut it and shrugged. “Sorry.”
They continued walking back to campus. Yoochun’s hands were out of his pockets for a moment, and then he wrapped them up in his scarf. Yunho wanted to hold his hand, and that was annoying. In Korea, he wouldn’t have hesitated in holding Yoochun’s hand, but … well, in Korea, he doubted that he would have just gone on a date with Yoochun.
Yes, it was a fucking date.
“Fuck,” Yunho whispered. If Yoochun heard, he didn’t say anything.
Once on campus, Yoochun stopped them. He lifted his hands and unwound the scarf from Yunho’s neck.
“Date or not, I had fun,” Yoochun said. “See you in class tomorrow.”
Yunho nodded. He watched as Yoochun walked away. A chill seeped into his body, and it just wasn’t because the scarf had been so warm. He hesitated for another moment and then with a deep breath, ran after Yoochun.
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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