Bent Kisses 5/8
Title: Bent Kisses 5/8
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 5:
Yunho refused to give up the small vestige of sleep. His dreams had been amazing, and he reached for the dark hair even as it slipped through his fingers. He sighed, his eyes opened and then he shouted in shock, cursing and swearing and muttering when he saw what time it was. 8:45.
He grabbed his phone first thing, and with eyes still half-shut with sleep, called Yoochun.
“Hey,” he said, voice careful.
“Sorry,” Yunho mumbled. “I just woke-“ He yawned. “-up.”
Yoochun chuckled. “It’s okay. Still have time to meet?”
“Yeah, um … give me ten minutes.”
“Alright. You’re missing out on a show though, so hurry.”
“Huh?”
“MinSu. They’re practically screaming at each other. It’s kind of funny.”
“Record it?”
“Jaejoong is.”
Adam groaned and threw a pillow at Yunho. “Too early,” he muttered.
“It’s almost nine.”
“Huh?” Yoochun said.
“Sorry. Adam is a diva this morning,” Yunho said in English.
Adam mumbled something profane at him.
“I’ll shower fast,” Yunho said. “Don’t drink all the coffee.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Okay. See you soon.”
“Bye.”
Yunho hung up. He threw the pillow back at Adam, who shouted at him and then he hurried to the bathroom to shower. Afterwards, he once again caught himself dressing nicely in jeans and a button-down. He thought about it, decided he didn’t want to look that nice for a ten am class and put on a green, slightly too-tight t-shirt and then tossed on a thick jacket.
“Jaejoong’s right. You’re stupid in love,” Adam grumbled.
Yunho looked over at him, but he was on his side facing the wall. “You okay with that?”
“Yes,” he said. “Have I ever had a problem with Jaejoong?”
“No, but Jaejoong is … “
“Firmly gay where you’re just teetering on the wall waiting to fall off. Yeah. I got it. I’m okay with that. Every guy has this ‘am I gay’ moment, even if they don’t want to admit it.”
Yunho nodded. He’d had that moment too, when he first met Jaejoong and said blond, cute, feminine man had decided they were going to be best friends. Jaejoong liked to hold his hand and sit in his lap, but Yunho hadn’t ever been attracted to him.
“Now, you’re thinking too much,” Adam said. “Go away. I want to go back to sleep and I can practically hear you doubting yourself. Not fair to Yoochun. Go away.”
Yunho sighed. “Okay. You’re right. See you later.” Yunho grabbed his backpack and headed to the café at a jog. He arrived, cheeks red, slightly out of breath and windblown, but Yoochun’s smile was worth the extra effort. He had his hair back in a short ponytail, and wore a long sleeve deep blue sweater and khakis. And flip flops. Yunho only met his eyes for a moment and then his attention was drawn to Changmin and Junsu.
Junsu had his back to Changmin, arms crossed. Eyes pissed off and red.
Yunho slipped into a chair next to Yoochun, gave him a one-armed hug and asked, “What’s going on?”
Yoochun didn’t move from under his arm, and leaned against his shoulder. Yunho thought about moving away and then decided not to, sliding his chair closer.
“Best I can figure, Changmin’s decided he’s straight,” Yoochun whispered.
“Oh really.”
“Yep.”
Jaejoong scoffed and said, “Hi, to you too, Yunho.”
Yunho smiled and turned to his best friend. As always, Jaejoong looked perfect, blond hair styled, black rim glasses. He had on skinny blue jeans and loose white shirt with a deep vee neck, showing off the curves of his peck muscles. He had his phone out, pointed at the MinSu altercation.
“You’re such a slut,” Yunho said affectionately and pinched Jaejoong’s nipple that was almost on display from the shirt.
Jaejoong made a noise and swatted at him.
“Come on, Su, I didn’t mean it,” Changmin said. He touched Junsu’s shoulder and Junsu jerked away from him. “God, you’re being unreasonable. This was fun, but really, girls are …”
“You can’t fucking have your cock up a guy’s ass one day and the next just suddenly decide you’re straight,” Junsu said over his shoulder.
“Oh, god, everyone in this room is so lucky this conversation is in Korean,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yunho laughed.
It drew Changmin’s attention and he said, “What about Yunho, Yunho’s straight.”
Jaejoong snorted.
“Don’t pull me into this,” Yunho said.
“Well, aren’t you?” Changmin demanded.
“You told me yesterday that I was attracted to guys in general.”
“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be straight.”
“Changmin, please don’t be stupider than you already are,” Junsu said.
Changmin did not like being called stupid. His eyes narrowed at Junsu’s back and said, “Fine, whatever. If you’re going to let this little thing spoil our friend-“
“Little thing!” Junsu shouted, turning around. “Little thing? You’re seriously taking this and turning it into a little thing? Fuck you, Changmin. I like you, and more than just friends like each other.”
“Yeah, well, the sex was good.”
Junsu slapped him and turned around and walked out of the café.
Changmin sighed. “Tell me I’m right.”
“You’re wrong,” Yoochun and Jaejoong said at the same time.
Jaejoong continued, “Junsu’s been crushing on you for months, Minnie. He really likes you, and he’s been so excited the last few days and he really thought you were going to give him a chance.”
“I can’t believe you filmed all this. I hate you.”
“Alienating all your friends, good idea.”
Changmin put his face in his hands and sighed. “Then someone please explain to me how a threesome on Friday and Saturday, and the orgy last night equates to love, okay? I don’t get that.”
“Then maybe you should think about just being exclusive with Junsu. See how that goes,” Yoochun said.
Changmin glared at him. “You’re one to lecture me about being exclusive. Is there a gay boy on campus you haven’t fucked?”
“You,” Yoochun said with a smile.
“Whatever. Yunho, your boyfriend is a whore. I hate you all.” Changmin left the café.
Jaejoong turned the phone to Yunho.
“What?”
“How do you feel about the revelation that your boyfriend is a whore?”
Yunho looked at Yoochun and shrugged. “I didn’t realize I had a boyfriend.”
“Neither did I,” Yoochun said, not breaking eye contact.
“God, you two are as stupid as Changmin is.”
Yunho smiled and then said to Jaejoong, “Are you going to go talk to Junsu?”
“Later, yeah. He’s probably already at Eunhyuk’s dorm, fucking out his frustrations.”
“Then don’t you have someplace else to be?”
Jaejoong lowered the phone and pouted. “You’re trying to get rid of me.”
“Who says blonds are dumb?” Yoochun said with a laugh.
“This isn’t fair.”
“You have no one to blame but yourself.”
“Go talk to Changmin,” Yunho said. “I think he needs it more than Junsu does.”
Yoochun smiled. “Go suck him off. You’re pretty good at turning straight guys gay.”
“I can’t do that. I don’t want him to fall in love with me,” Jae said.
“I don’t care,” Yoochun said. “Just go away.”
“Fine, but I hate you both.” He stood up and threw on his jacket with a huff.
“Can’t get love from anyone today,” Yoochun said.
Yunho tugged him closer and kissed his forehead. “I can give you a little.”
“Good.”
“Sorry I was late. I thought I set my alarm.”
“It’s alright.” Their eyes met, and the corner of Yoochun’s mouth turned up.
“What?”
With a laugh, Yoochun said, “Do you have a map, 'cause I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
Yunho chuckled. “God, they keep getting worse and worse. I need to go get some coffee.”
“Wow, putting snuggling with me before coffee, huh?”
Yunho grinned. “You make me stupid.”
Yoochun laughed. “Oh, I’m sure it’s not just my fault.”
Yunho kissed his cheek and then stood up to order coffee. He felt Yoochun’s eyes on him, but refused to look over at him. He was giddy already, and this feeling, this … intensity … between them was a better picker-upper than caffeine. With coffee in hand, he turned around, but Yoochun wasn’t at the table anymore. It took him only a moment to see him sitting comfortably in an over-sized armchair. Yunho wondered if it was big enough for both of them and decided to find out.
“I’m going to squish you,” Yunho said as he sat down on Yoochun’s lap.
Yoochun laughed and after a little rearranging, Yunho ended up with one leg on the floor, the other on the chair, and Yoochun was cross legged between his legs.
“What are you doing after class today?” Yunho asked.
“Not you, unfortunately. I have rehearsals with Jaejoong.”
“Oh right, the recital. How’s that going?”
“Good. Jaejoong’s an insanely good musician and singer.”
“So are you.”
“Thanks. What about you?”
Yunho shrugged. “Get caught up on homework, I guess.”
“Meet me at the library at six? I’ll help you go over Mr. Jenkins notes.”
“Sure. Thanks. He’s so confusing.”
“I’m about ten seconds away from kissing you,” Yoochun said and licked his lower lip.
“That many?” Yunho said, eyes locked on the shining red plump flesh, and then his eyes shut as their lips met.
Someone in the café muttered, “Fucking faggots.”
And Yunho pulled away from Yoochun, blushing crimson.
“Don’t, Yunnie,” Yoochun whispered. “Just …”
“Sorry. I … forgot where we were.”
Yoochun smiled and lifted his face. “Don’t be ashamed, please. People are assholes.”
Yunho nodded. “I know, but …”
“You’re straight?”
“Eh, no, definitely bent.”
Yoochun laughed. “And definitely cute.”
Yunho reached for his bag and said, “I left this reading until the last moment. It’s short, but yeah.” He took out his folder and the assignment for that day, and a highlighter.
“So studious,” Yoochun whispered. “Can’t wait until you get to study me.”
Yunho felt his cheeks darken and then he said, very carefully, “I’m not worried. I hear your class is pretty easy.”
“Ouch,” Yoochun said. “But don’t you dare start this, because you’re a manwhore and you know it.”
Yunho nodded. He did have his fair share of one night stands.
He read through the article once and then again with his highlighter. He was lucky it wasn’t any longer or he wouldn’t have had time. He asked Yoochun what a few English phrases meant and wrote their translations in Korean.
“You better go,” Yoochun said sadly.
Yunho looked at his watch. Ten minutes. “Yeah.” He wasn’t quite done with the article, but it was his own fault for leaving it for the last minute. He put it in his bag and gasped when Yoochun’s hand settled on his back, under his t-shirt.
“You know … “
Yunho shook his head. “No. I can’t skip class.”
Yoochun pouted. “Fine.” Yunho sat there, eyes shut for another moment and enjoyed the warmth of Yoochun’s hand on his skin. He forced himself to stand up. After putting on his coat, he leaned over and pressed his lips against Yoochun’s softly, very much aware of the looks from the others in the café.
“They don’t matter, Yunho,” Yoochun said, dark eyes serious. “Only your friends matter.”
Yunho nodded. “I know. See you at six?”
“Yeah. Have a good day.”
“You, too.”
It was so hard to walk away from Yoochun. The day dragged on and on and on. His normally short advertising class seemed to crawl by, and Yunho had trouble keeping up with the notes. Half way through class, he gave up and decided he’d go through the lecture again when he could think straight.
The slur from the café kept plaguing his thoughts. Anytime he thought of Yoochun (which was a lot), he’d smile and then frown when that voice said fucking faggots in his head again. It didn’t take that long for the voice to sound like his father’s.
“You look like shit,” Jaejoong said when they met for lunch. Yoochun was in class.
“Yeah. How … how do you deal with ridicule, Joongie?”
Jaejoong smiled and held out his hand. Yunho immediately took it, lacing their fingers together.
“Yoochun told me about that asshole in the café. It’s hard at first, but you get used to it, I guess. I mean, if I had heard him say that I would have turned around and told him that we weren’t fucking yet, but if that’s what he wanted, then we would.”
Yunho smiled. “Sounds like you.”
“I’ve been dealing with it for seven years, Yunnie. It still hurts. There’s always that pang, but with friends like you and Yoochun and Junsu and Changmin, and even the straight boys, it makes it easier. What else is bothering you?”
“Can’t hide from you,” he said, “but the other thing bothering me I have no right to be bothered about.”
“Yoochun’s a slut.”
“Yeah.”
“You know he hasn’t been since Friday. That’s something. He’s turning me down even though you’re giving him blue balls. But last night-“
“When you interrupted,” Yunho said with a smile.
“-when I offered, he shook his head and took an extra long shower. He’s never refused a hand job from me, Yunnie.”
“Is it just a fluke though?”
“No. He likes you.”
“I really like him.”
“He’s not completely incapable of having a boyfriend. Before he came out here for college, he was seeing this guy named Sungmin for almost a year, but then Sungmin decided he didn’t want to wait for him to finish his degree and dumped him about two days before he came here.”
“That’s too bad.”
“For Sungmin,” Jaejoong said with a smile. “Yoochun says you’re meeting at the library later. Do you need a chaperone?”
“No, but you can join us if you want. Yoochun’s going to help me go over my notes from our marketing class.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Okay.”
“Did you talk to Changmin?”
“Talk?” Jaejoong smirked. “No, we didn’t talk.”
Yunho’s eyes went wide. “You …”
“I let him fuck me, and afterwards he told me Junsu’s ass was nicer, and I smacked him and told him to get out.”
“And?”
“Don’t know. Hopefully he uses those brains of his and apologizes to Junsu.”
“What about Yamapi? Or Eunhyuk?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Don’t know. They can date each other, I guess.”
“You like playing matchmaker huh?”
“I know good couples when I see them.”
“What about you? Who gets to tame you?”
Jaejoong didn’t look away, but he did blush.
“What’s his name?”
“Shut up. No one.”
“Fine, but I’m going to be really mad if you told Yoochun and you didn’t tell me.”
He shook his head. “I haven’t told Yoochun.”
“Good. Then I’m not jealous.”
Part 6: Confused Emotions
Part 4: Tight Jeans
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 2: Innocent Playground
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 5:
Yunho refused to give up the small vestige of sleep. His dreams had been amazing, and he reached for the dark hair even as it slipped through his fingers. He sighed, his eyes opened and then he shouted in shock, cursing and swearing and muttering when he saw what time it was. 8:45.
He grabbed his phone first thing, and with eyes still half-shut with sleep, called Yoochun.
“Hey,” he said, voice careful.
“Sorry,” Yunho mumbled. “I just woke-“ He yawned. “-up.”
Yoochun chuckled. “It’s okay. Still have time to meet?”
“Yeah, um … give me ten minutes.”
“Alright. You’re missing out on a show though, so hurry.”
“Huh?”
“MinSu. They’re practically screaming at each other. It’s kind of funny.”
“Record it?”
“Jaejoong is.”
Adam groaned and threw a pillow at Yunho. “Too early,” he muttered.
“It’s almost nine.”
“Huh?” Yoochun said.
“Sorry. Adam is a diva this morning,” Yunho said in English.
Adam mumbled something profane at him.
“I’ll shower fast,” Yunho said. “Don’t drink all the coffee.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Okay. See you soon.”
“Bye.”
Yunho hung up. He threw the pillow back at Adam, who shouted at him and then he hurried to the bathroom to shower. Afterwards, he once again caught himself dressing nicely in jeans and a button-down. He thought about it, decided he didn’t want to look that nice for a ten am class and put on a green, slightly too-tight t-shirt and then tossed on a thick jacket.
“Jaejoong’s right. You’re stupid in love,” Adam grumbled.
Yunho looked over at him, but he was on his side facing the wall. “You okay with that?”
“Yes,” he said. “Have I ever had a problem with Jaejoong?”
“No, but Jaejoong is … “
“Firmly gay where you’re just teetering on the wall waiting to fall off. Yeah. I got it. I’m okay with that. Every guy has this ‘am I gay’ moment, even if they don’t want to admit it.”
Yunho nodded. He’d had that moment too, when he first met Jaejoong and said blond, cute, feminine man had decided they were going to be best friends. Jaejoong liked to hold his hand and sit in his lap, but Yunho hadn’t ever been attracted to him.
“Now, you’re thinking too much,” Adam said. “Go away. I want to go back to sleep and I can practically hear you doubting yourself. Not fair to Yoochun. Go away.”
Yunho sighed. “Okay. You’re right. See you later.” Yunho grabbed his backpack and headed to the café at a jog. He arrived, cheeks red, slightly out of breath and windblown, but Yoochun’s smile was worth the extra effort. He had his hair back in a short ponytail, and wore a long sleeve deep blue sweater and khakis. And flip flops. Yunho only met his eyes for a moment and then his attention was drawn to Changmin and Junsu.
Junsu had his back to Changmin, arms crossed. Eyes pissed off and red.
Yunho slipped into a chair next to Yoochun, gave him a one-armed hug and asked, “What’s going on?”
Yoochun didn’t move from under his arm, and leaned against his shoulder. Yunho thought about moving away and then decided not to, sliding his chair closer.
“Best I can figure, Changmin’s decided he’s straight,” Yoochun whispered.
“Oh really.”
“Yep.”
Jaejoong scoffed and said, “Hi, to you too, Yunho.”
Yunho smiled and turned to his best friend. As always, Jaejoong looked perfect, blond hair styled, black rim glasses. He had on skinny blue jeans and loose white shirt with a deep vee neck, showing off the curves of his peck muscles. He had his phone out, pointed at the MinSu altercation.
“You’re such a slut,” Yunho said affectionately and pinched Jaejoong’s nipple that was almost on display from the shirt.
Jaejoong made a noise and swatted at him.
“Come on, Su, I didn’t mean it,” Changmin said. He touched Junsu’s shoulder and Junsu jerked away from him. “God, you’re being unreasonable. This was fun, but really, girls are …”
“You can’t fucking have your cock up a guy’s ass one day and the next just suddenly decide you’re straight,” Junsu said over his shoulder.
“Oh, god, everyone in this room is so lucky this conversation is in Korean,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yunho laughed.
It drew Changmin’s attention and he said, “What about Yunho, Yunho’s straight.”
Jaejoong snorted.
“Don’t pull me into this,” Yunho said.
“Well, aren’t you?” Changmin demanded.
“You told me yesterday that I was attracted to guys in general.”
“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be straight.”
“Changmin, please don’t be stupider than you already are,” Junsu said.
Changmin did not like being called stupid. His eyes narrowed at Junsu’s back and said, “Fine, whatever. If you’re going to let this little thing spoil our friend-“
“Little thing!” Junsu shouted, turning around. “Little thing? You’re seriously taking this and turning it into a little thing? Fuck you, Changmin. I like you, and more than just friends like each other.”
“Yeah, well, the sex was good.”
Junsu slapped him and turned around and walked out of the café.
Changmin sighed. “Tell me I’m right.”
“You’re wrong,” Yoochun and Jaejoong said at the same time.
Jaejoong continued, “Junsu’s been crushing on you for months, Minnie. He really likes you, and he’s been so excited the last few days and he really thought you were going to give him a chance.”
“I can’t believe you filmed all this. I hate you.”
“Alienating all your friends, good idea.”
Changmin put his face in his hands and sighed. “Then someone please explain to me how a threesome on Friday and Saturday, and the orgy last night equates to love, okay? I don’t get that.”
“Then maybe you should think about just being exclusive with Junsu. See how that goes,” Yoochun said.
Changmin glared at him. “You’re one to lecture me about being exclusive. Is there a gay boy on campus you haven’t fucked?”
“You,” Yoochun said with a smile.
“Whatever. Yunho, your boyfriend is a whore. I hate you all.” Changmin left the café.
Jaejoong turned the phone to Yunho.
“What?”
“How do you feel about the revelation that your boyfriend is a whore?”
Yunho looked at Yoochun and shrugged. “I didn’t realize I had a boyfriend.”
“Neither did I,” Yoochun said, not breaking eye contact.
“God, you two are as stupid as Changmin is.”
Yunho smiled and then said to Jaejoong, “Are you going to go talk to Junsu?”
“Later, yeah. He’s probably already at Eunhyuk’s dorm, fucking out his frustrations.”
“Then don’t you have someplace else to be?”
Jaejoong lowered the phone and pouted. “You’re trying to get rid of me.”
“Who says blonds are dumb?” Yoochun said with a laugh.
“This isn’t fair.”
“You have no one to blame but yourself.”
“Go talk to Changmin,” Yunho said. “I think he needs it more than Junsu does.”
Yoochun smiled. “Go suck him off. You’re pretty good at turning straight guys gay.”
“I can’t do that. I don’t want him to fall in love with me,” Jae said.
“I don’t care,” Yoochun said. “Just go away.”
“Fine, but I hate you both.” He stood up and threw on his jacket with a huff.
“Can’t get love from anyone today,” Yoochun said.
Yunho tugged him closer and kissed his forehead. “I can give you a little.”
“Good.”
“Sorry I was late. I thought I set my alarm.”
“It’s alright.” Their eyes met, and the corner of Yoochun’s mouth turned up.
“What?”
With a laugh, Yoochun said, “Do you have a map, 'cause I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
Yunho chuckled. “God, they keep getting worse and worse. I need to go get some coffee.”
“Wow, putting snuggling with me before coffee, huh?”
Yunho grinned. “You make me stupid.”
Yoochun laughed. “Oh, I’m sure it’s not just my fault.”
Yunho kissed his cheek and then stood up to order coffee. He felt Yoochun’s eyes on him, but refused to look over at him. He was giddy already, and this feeling, this … intensity … between them was a better picker-upper than caffeine. With coffee in hand, he turned around, but Yoochun wasn’t at the table anymore. It took him only a moment to see him sitting comfortably in an over-sized armchair. Yunho wondered if it was big enough for both of them and decided to find out.
“I’m going to squish you,” Yunho said as he sat down on Yoochun’s lap.
Yoochun laughed and after a little rearranging, Yunho ended up with one leg on the floor, the other on the chair, and Yoochun was cross legged between his legs.
“What are you doing after class today?” Yunho asked.
“Not you, unfortunately. I have rehearsals with Jaejoong.”
“Oh right, the recital. How’s that going?”
“Good. Jaejoong’s an insanely good musician and singer.”
“So are you.”
“Thanks. What about you?”
Yunho shrugged. “Get caught up on homework, I guess.”
“Meet me at the library at six? I’ll help you go over Mr. Jenkins notes.”
“Sure. Thanks. He’s so confusing.”
“I’m about ten seconds away from kissing you,” Yoochun said and licked his lower lip.
“That many?” Yunho said, eyes locked on the shining red plump flesh, and then his eyes shut as their lips met.
Someone in the café muttered, “Fucking faggots.”
And Yunho pulled away from Yoochun, blushing crimson.
“Don’t, Yunnie,” Yoochun whispered. “Just …”
“Sorry. I … forgot where we were.”
Yoochun smiled and lifted his face. “Don’t be ashamed, please. People are assholes.”
Yunho nodded. “I know, but …”
“You’re straight?”
“Eh, no, definitely bent.”
Yoochun laughed. “And definitely cute.”
Yunho reached for his bag and said, “I left this reading until the last moment. It’s short, but yeah.” He took out his folder and the assignment for that day, and a highlighter.
“So studious,” Yoochun whispered. “Can’t wait until you get to study me.”
Yunho felt his cheeks darken and then he said, very carefully, “I’m not worried. I hear your class is pretty easy.”
“Ouch,” Yoochun said. “But don’t you dare start this, because you’re a manwhore and you know it.”
Yunho nodded. He did have his fair share of one night stands.
He read through the article once and then again with his highlighter. He was lucky it wasn’t any longer or he wouldn’t have had time. He asked Yoochun what a few English phrases meant and wrote their translations in Korean.
“You better go,” Yoochun said sadly.
Yunho looked at his watch. Ten minutes. “Yeah.” He wasn’t quite done with the article, but it was his own fault for leaving it for the last minute. He put it in his bag and gasped when Yoochun’s hand settled on his back, under his t-shirt.
“You know … “
Yunho shook his head. “No. I can’t skip class.”
Yoochun pouted. “Fine.” Yunho sat there, eyes shut for another moment and enjoyed the warmth of Yoochun’s hand on his skin. He forced himself to stand up. After putting on his coat, he leaned over and pressed his lips against Yoochun’s softly, very much aware of the looks from the others in the café.
“They don’t matter, Yunho,” Yoochun said, dark eyes serious. “Only your friends matter.”
Yunho nodded. “I know. See you at six?”
“Yeah. Have a good day.”
“You, too.”
It was so hard to walk away from Yoochun. The day dragged on and on and on. His normally short advertising class seemed to crawl by, and Yunho had trouble keeping up with the notes. Half way through class, he gave up and decided he’d go through the lecture again when he could think straight.
The slur from the café kept plaguing his thoughts. Anytime he thought of Yoochun (which was a lot), he’d smile and then frown when that voice said fucking faggots in his head again. It didn’t take that long for the voice to sound like his father’s.
“You look like shit,” Jaejoong said when they met for lunch. Yoochun was in class.
“Yeah. How … how do you deal with ridicule, Joongie?”
Jaejoong smiled and held out his hand. Yunho immediately took it, lacing their fingers together.
“Yoochun told me about that asshole in the café. It’s hard at first, but you get used to it, I guess. I mean, if I had heard him say that I would have turned around and told him that we weren’t fucking yet, but if that’s what he wanted, then we would.”
Yunho smiled. “Sounds like you.”
“I’ve been dealing with it for seven years, Yunnie. It still hurts. There’s always that pang, but with friends like you and Yoochun and Junsu and Changmin, and even the straight boys, it makes it easier. What else is bothering you?”
“Can’t hide from you,” he said, “but the other thing bothering me I have no right to be bothered about.”
“Yoochun’s a slut.”
“Yeah.”
“You know he hasn’t been since Friday. That’s something. He’s turning me down even though you’re giving him blue balls. But last night-“
“When you interrupted,” Yunho said with a smile.
“-when I offered, he shook his head and took an extra long shower. He’s never refused a hand job from me, Yunnie.”
“Is it just a fluke though?”
“No. He likes you.”
“I really like him.”
“He’s not completely incapable of having a boyfriend. Before he came out here for college, he was seeing this guy named Sungmin for almost a year, but then Sungmin decided he didn’t want to wait for him to finish his degree and dumped him about two days before he came here.”
“That’s too bad.”
“For Sungmin,” Jaejoong said with a smile. “Yoochun says you’re meeting at the library later. Do you need a chaperone?”
“No, but you can join us if you want. Yoochun’s going to help me go over my notes from our marketing class.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Okay.”
“Did you talk to Changmin?”
“Talk?” Jaejoong smirked. “No, we didn’t talk.”
Yunho’s eyes went wide. “You …”
“I let him fuck me, and afterwards he told me Junsu’s ass was nicer, and I smacked him and told him to get out.”
“And?”
“Don’t know. Hopefully he uses those brains of his and apologizes to Junsu.”
“What about Yamapi? Or Eunhyuk?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Don’t know. They can date each other, I guess.”
“You like playing matchmaker huh?”
“I know good couples when I see them.”
“What about you? Who gets to tame you?”
Jaejoong didn’t look away, but he did blush.
“What’s his name?”
“Shut up. No one.”
“Fine, but I’m going to be really mad if you told Yoochun and you didn’t tell me.”
He shook his head. “I haven’t told Yoochun.”
“Good. Then I’m not jealous.”
Part 6: Confused Emotions
Part 4: Tight Jeans
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 2: Innocent Playground
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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