Must Love Music 1/2
Title: Must Love Music 1/2
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin, GDragon/Yoochun, Junsu/Yoochun!bffery w/benefits
Rating: NC-17 (only PG-13 for this part)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Yoochun and I would be making sweet music together
Summary: Yunho moved into a new house. And into a whole mess of complications.
A/N: This is for all you HoSu fans out there.
Poster credit goes to miroticized!! It's gorgeous! Thank you! ♥
Part 1:
Yunho scanned through the listings in the paper, almost on automatic. He’d been searching for his own place for weeks now, but nothing seemed quite perfect. Or it was perfect but he wasn’t allowed to have his dog there. He needed only a room and a place for Taepoong to play. Even a nearby park would suffice.
His eyes stopped on an add. All it said was, “Roommate needed. Must love music,” followed by a phone number. Nothing about rent or pets or smoking.
Normally, he bypassed these ads, but this one he called.
The phone rang four times and then a very groggy voice said, “Hello?”
Yunho panicked and checked the time. He’d been known to wake up way before anyone else would and not think about it. But it was ten am. “Um, hi. I’m calling about the roommate listing.”
“Do you like music or mind if my friends and I are up until the ungodly hours playing and singing?”
“Um, no. I’m a dancer, so … “
“Your perfect then. Come over in an hour. Here’s the address.”
“Wait. Let me … get a pen.” Yunho stood up quickly, knocking his chair over which made Taepoong bark.
“You have a dog?” the man said.
“Yeah, that was my next question.”
“Fabulous. Harang will have a friend. He’s an Alaskan Malamute.”
“Cool. Taepoong is a Siberian Husky.”
“I hope they get along.”
“Me, too.” Yunho was slightly weirded out because it was like he was already accepted into the apartment. “Okay. I’m ready for the address.”
He wrote it down.
“Rent is three hundred a month and then about forty for utilities. We have a sweet deal. It’s a four bedroom house, and … well, you’ll see when you get here.”
“Okay. See you in an hour.”
“You can come now if you want. I might not be all the way awake though. I need about an hour for the coffee to replace my bloodstream.”
Yunho laughed. “Sure.”
“Bring Taepoong with you. There’s a dog park close by.”
“Perfect.”
They said goodbyes and after Yunho hung up he realized he did not know the man’s name. Oh well. He’d ask as soon as he got there.
“Hey, Tae, you wanna go for a walk?” Yunho said, taking the leash down from his hook.
Taepoong barked and jumped up at him.
“I will take that as a yes.” Yunho hooked the leash on Taepoong’s collar. Yunho smiled as he left his bedroom.
His mother was in the kitchen as always. “Yunho, where are you going?”
“Out to look at a house. It’s not far. About twenty minutes.”
His mother frowned. She was not looking forward to the only son leaving the house. But he could not practice his dance routines anywhere in the house, and their backyard wasn’t enclosed and the girls next door liked to perv on him, which was his fault and their parents complained to his parents and he was no longer allowed to practice outside.
Yunho left their house and set off with Taepoong. The dog was so excited to be outside. He jumped around Yunho and tugged on the leash and sniffed at everything, peeing on posts and walls and some poor flowers. Yunho was pretty excited too. The man on the phone had sounded cool and laid back, exactly what he was looking for. But when something appeared to good to be true, it usually was.
He found the house easily. It was a two-story with a large front porch. The yard was small, but covered in flower beds and small trees. A man lounged on the porch swing. He brought a cigarette to his lips and inhaled. Taepoong calmed immediately when another big dog sat up on the porch and watched them approach.
“Hey,” the man said, lips spreading into a lazy smile. “You must be Taepoong’s owner.”
Taepoong’s ears twitched hearing his name.
Yunho smiled. “Yeah. My name is Yunho.”
“Come on up. I’m Yoochun, the one you woke up at some ungodly hour in the morning.”
Yunho chuckled as he went up the porch stairs. “It’s almost ten thirty.”
“Oh, god. You’re one of those morning people.”
“Yeah. I’m usually up before seven. I have dance practice at nine most mornings.” Taepoong and Harang sniffed each other.
“But you said you didn’t mind about being up late.”
“And I don’t. Especially if it’s for music.”
“Good.” He stubbed out his cigarette. “Do you smoke?”
“Not often.”
“That’s one of the few rules we have. No smoking in the house.”
“We?”
“Yeah, this is a four bedroom house. There’s me and there’s Changmin, and Changmin hates smoking. The other room is our music room, although that usually ends up being whatever room we’re in at the moment.”
Yunho was taller than the man by a few centimeters. He wore a gray tank top and black sweat pants. In his hand was a mug of coffee, and he sipped on it as he walked to the front door. Brown hair fell to his shoulders. Right then, it was pulled back in a messy ponytail. He was so skinny, he was almost sickly. Or it appeared that way to Yunho. The man’s collar bones jutted out, but he had square shoulders, and an indication of muscles in his arms.
He opened the blue front door. Harang barreled in before them, but Taepoong froze at the door.
Yoochun smiled at him and then crouched down. “It’s all right, boy. You can come inside.” Yoochun scratched his neck and behind his ears. Taepoong yipped and licked Yoochun’s face.
“Tae,” Yunho said, slightly harsh. “You know better than that.”
Taepoong looked up at him, tongue out and yipped again.
Yoochun laughed. “Come on.”
The door shut behind Yunho. The two dogs sized each other up and then started sniffing each other again.
Yoochun smiled at Yunho. “Please forgive me for not getting to know you like that. Although,” Yoochun took a step back and looked up and down Yunho’s body. “If I didn’t already have someone, I would be interested.”
Yunho swallowed nervously.
Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “If you’re homophobic then you can turn around and not come back”
“Huh?” Yunho said, and tried not to throw up too many mental shields and barriers. “No, I’m … um.”
“Are you gay?”
“W-why?”
Yoochun smirked. “Don’t be ashamed. Changmin is, and his boyfriend is, obviously. My best friend is.”
“I …” Yunho swallowed. He’d never told anyone before. He cleared his throat and then nodded. “Yeah. I … yeah.”
Yoochun laughed. “God, don’t be so excited about it. I’ll show you around.” He turned, and Yunho followed him around the house. On the lower level was a dining room and two main rooms, though one was void of anything but a piano. Yunho could already see himself sliding over the hardwood floors.
“The acoustics in this room are amazing,” Yoochun said. “Junsu, my best friend, likes to sing here the most. Let’s go upstairs. This is Changmin’s aunt’s house, but she and her husband moved to the country, and decided to let Changmin live here for a price. Teach him responsibility and shit. Changmin is a photographer, trying to work his way through school. He wants to work in communications or something. To keep from having to quit school and only work to pay this rent, he had me move in, and then Jaejoong moved in for a little while, but Jaejoong has space issues and Changmin has space issues, and they are so not ready to cohabitate, hence the ad for a roommate. The door at the end of the hall is the master bedroom, and Changmin’s; he has his own bathroom. You and I will share this one.”
Yunho poked his head into the bathroom. It had two sinks. That was good.
“And this would be your room. Mine is right across the hall.”
The room was huge, almost twice the size of his room. There was a dresser in one corner, but also a closet. A big bay window sat at the other end, letting in tones of light. He swallowed. “Wow. Big.”
“Yeah, mine is this big, too. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, it’s … “
Yoochun laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “So when can you move in?”
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Yunho was moved in by the end of the week. He didn’t have a lot of things, and his mother tried to give him things he didn’t need that were already in the house.
Yunho spent all day with Yoochun and Harang, and they went to the dog park. Their dogs got along great.
He met Changmin that first day. Yoochun stopped at a Ramen cart and bought more Ramen than Yunho thought they could eat, but it disappeared as soon as Changmin arrived home. The man was tall with short black hair. His face appeared too young, but his eyes belayed his intelligence.
“Is Jae coming over tonight?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin snorted and ignored the question.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and then said, “They break up at least once a month.”
“Fuck off. We didn’t break up. He’s being a diva.”
Yunho’s first meeting of Jaejoong came on Friday. Yunho was in the music room, the empty one at the front of the house. It was the first time he’d had a chance to test out the space. He’d been sliding on the wood floors for about ten minutes, enjoying all the room.
The front door slammed open. Changmin barrelled in the house and up the stairs. The door did not shut behind him, but let in one of the most beautiful men Yunho had ever seen. And he worked in the entertainment industry.
The man stopped at the door and took his boots off, adding them to the growing pile at the door. He wore ripped-up jeans and an American rocker t-shirt. His hair was a strange burgundy with orange tones in the light. It was long, but not quite past his ears. He pushed sunglasses to the top of his head, and then he caught sight of Yunho. Yunho held eye contact for a moment, and his cold face transformed as he grinned.
“Changmin was right. You’re hot.”
Yunho blushed.
“Yunho, right?”
Yunho nodded.
“Changmin says you’re a dancer.”
Yunho nodded again.
The man grinned and held up his hand, finger raised. He spun his hand and Yunho bristled for a moment and then decided to play along. He spread his arms, lifted his leg and spun twice, easily stopping to look at this man again.
“You looked liked my niece. Where’s the pink tutu?”
“I don’t practice in the costume until the dress rehearsal.”
He laughed, hand covering his mouth.
“Stop flirting with Yunho, bitch!” Changmin shouted.
The man pretended he hadn’t heard. “My name is Jaejoong, by the way.”
“Figured. Changmin says you’re a musician.”
“Changmin says a lot of things, I bet.”
“Not really. Not to me, anyway.”
“Are you coming to the show tonight?”
“Show?”
“Yeah. There’s a club called, well, everyone calls it the Honey, but the full name is The Honey Funny Bunny.”
Yunho laughed.
“Yeah, lame. But it’s the most popular joint around. You’ll come?”
“Yeah. Sounds great.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Good. I have to go apologize and by that, I mean pound into his ass until he’s moaning my name as he comes.”
Yunho blushed again and tried not to think of the two of them naked together.
“Yes, we are that hot,” Jaejoong said and winked, before turning and going up the stairs. “You better be naked, dongsaeng!”
“Oh, god, fuck you two!” Yoochun shouted. A moment later, he came downstairs and slipped on a pair of flip flops. “You don’t want to hear their make up sex. Trust me. Come on.”
Yunho laughed and followed after him. The house had a huge back yard for the dogs, but neither of them had ever said no to a walk.
“So what do you think of Jaejoong?” Yoochun asked with a smirk.
“God, he’s pretty.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah, he is.”
“Why haven’t I met your boyfriend yet?”
Yoochun opened his mouth and then shut it. “Huh. He’s at work right now, but I’m sure he’ll be at the club tonight for the show.”
“Jaejoong was vague on the details.”
Yoochun smiled. “The three of us, me, Jaejoong and Junsu, play at the Honey every Friday night.”
“Wow. Cool. What do you play?”
“The piano. Junsu sings, and Jaejoong plays bass. Well, all three of us sing, but Junsu is our lead.”
“It’s just for fun?”
Yoochun shrugged. “More or less. We get paid, and sometimes we have other gigs elsewhere, but it’s a hobby. Nothing serious.”
“I’m really excited. It sounds like fun.”
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A few hours later, Yunho followed Yoochun down the street. Yoochun dressed no differently than he ever did: jeans, t-shirt, flip flops. But he’d thrown a blue jacket over his shoulders, and tamed his hair into a slightly controlled mass of waves. Yunho had been told to dress nicely, so he was in black slacks, a pale purple button down and a sport jacket. He’d blushed hard when Yoochun had whistled and looked him up and down again.
The sun set, casting a glow over the buildings, making the shadows deeper. Honey Funny Bunny was squished randomly between two office buildings. The neon lights flickered a welcoming. The club was open, but mainly empty. A few people sat at the bar. It took a moment for Yunho to blink in the dim light, and then another moment to register that someone was singing.
The small stage sat in the corner of the club. There were a few lights pointed to it, illuminating the singer. Yunho’s mouth went dry. The voice permeated his entire body, though he did not hear the words. The man’s mouth opened and closed with the song. His eyes were shut, lashes against pale skin. The man’s hair was blue. It was almost enough to distract Yunho from the rest of him. Yunho thought it was the lighting at first. But when the light turned red, so did his shirt, but the hair stayed blue.
“That is Junsu,” Yoochun said, suddenly at his elbow. “I’ll introduce you when he’s done warming up.”
“That’s warming up?” Yunho said, without taking his eyes off the singing man.
Yoochun smiled at him and then crossed his arms. Yunho spared him a glance and then went back to watching Junsu.
“You better not be looking at him like I think you’re looking at him,” Yoochun said.
“Huh?”
“Oh, god, you are.”
Yunho pulled his eyes away from the singer and looked at Yoochun. He noted the narrowed eyes. “What?”
Yoochun opened his mouth to say something, but an arm went around his shoulder and a body wedged its way between them.
“Taken, asshole,” the newcomer said.
Yoochun laughed, arms going around the man’s waist. “Giyong, please, this is my new roommate I was telling you about.”
The guy turned his head and appraised Yunho with a raised eyebrow. “Yoochun is mine.”
Yoochun laughed and laid an open kiss on the man’s jaw. “This is Yunho, babe. Yunho this is Jiyong, my boyfriend.”
Yunho smiled. “Yoochun’s told me a lot about you.”
“Sexy stuff, I hope.”
“No, not to that point yet.”
Jiyong pouted, and then Yunho saw that he was a little shorter than Yoochun, and smaller. Though his clothes were loud enough to counteract that. He wore a leopard print jacket, empty frames and bright green pants with purple high top shoes. His blond hair was hidden under a red hat.
“Was Yunho hitting on you?”
“No, babe. He’s eyeing Junsu.”
Jiyong made a face and said, “Good. Maybe if Junsu is taken, then you’ll stop with the whole best friend excuse.”
Yunho met Yoochun’s eyes in question.
Yoochun sighed. “We’re best friends.”
Jiyong turned around and with a very annoyed look said, “No. You’re boyfriends, even if neither of you will admit it. They are always all over each other, and trust me Yunho, stay away from Junsu unless you’re willing to share him with Yoochun.”
“You’re willing to share me,” Yoochun pointed out.
Jiyong smirked but did not look away from Yunho. “When I want to make sure Yoochun knows who he belongs too, I just tie him up and gag him and have my way with his ass.”
“Oh, god, does he,” Yoochun said. His arms went around Jiyong’s waist again and his mouth landed on his neck.
Yunho smiled. “Yoochun is attractive but not my type, so don’t worry.”
“Junsu’s your type,” Yoochun said.
“I’m who’s type?” another voice asked.
Yunho turned around and his mouth went dry, seeing the man up close. The blue hair did not wash out his skin like Yunho had thought it would. He had cute eyes, reflecting the light with a happy smile.
“Yunho, this is Junsu. Junsu, Yunho.”
Junsu smiled at him. “Ah, the new roommate. Welcome to the insanity. I hope you like it.”
Yunho barely noted Yoochun and Jiyong leaving them alone.
“So, you’re my type,” Junsu said, another grin. He looked Yunho up and down. “So far so good, huh?”
Yunho swallowed. “I-I don’t know. I just met you.”
“Do you smoke?”
“No.”
“Do you like cats?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like music?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a job?”
“Yes, I work at my father’s law firm until I decide what to go to college for.”
“Wow. Cool. Do you mind if my hair is blue?”
Yunho blushed and shook his head. “N-no. It … it looks good on you.”
Junsu laughed, long and so loud that it echoed above the music. “Yeah, you might be my type. After the show, let’s go get some coffee.”
“O-okay.”
Junsu turned away and shouted at Yoochun to let Giyong go, and then he walked away. Yunho almost fainted seeing the guy’s round ass wrapped in tight jeans.
“Told you he was your type,” Yoochun said. He pinched Yunho’s ass as he walked by.
Yoochun kissed Junsu’s cheek and then sat at the piano. Jiyong pulled Yunho to the bar and he had his first shot of the night. He had a few more as the club slowly filled. Yoochun and Junsu kept things interesting, but nothing they did had structure. It was more like they were in someone’s garage practicing then at an official gig. Yunho had a hard time looking away from Junsu’s smile.
“Is this all they do?” Yunho asked Jiyong.
Giyong shook his head. “No. Just wait until Jaejoong gets here. Then the show will really start.”
Yunho wasn’t sure what that meant, but Jaejoong was a musician. He laughed with Jiyong and learned a bit more about him and “the YooSu problem” as Jiyong called them. And as Yunho watched, he could see what he meant. Yoochun and Junsu were very touchy-feely. The kissed a lot. Nothing big, but little pecks on cheeks and shoulders, and their hands were entwined when Yoochun wasn’t playing the piano.
“They’ve been friends since they were six years old,” Jiyong said with a pout. “How do you compete with that? I mean, they were lovers all through high school, and I even caught Junsu sucking on Yoochun one day. It’s … it’s …”
“I get it,” Yunho said. He did, because he didn’t want to get involved with that at all. “Why do you put up with it?”
Jiyong smirked. “Yoochun is addicting. I’ve left him twice, because when you give either of them an ultimatum, they pick each other. Don’t be stupid enough to do that with Junsu.”
“You sound … resigned.”
“Yeah. A bit. But hey. No more talking of this crap. Go buy me another drink.”
Yunho laughed. “All right.” He stood up and went to the bar. The crowd has increased considerably, and he had to push through. Once at the bar, he shouted for two more shots of rum and two sojus. The noise from the crowd tripled. A few of the brighter lights went out, and other brightened near the stage. No one paid him any attention as he made his way back to the table.
Music started, and the crowd cheered. Jiyong tore his eyes from the stage to down his shot.
“Jaejoong showed up,” he shouted.
Yunho nodded. He had figured.
On stage, there were three people amid the swirling lights. Jaejoong stood out from them. He wore ripped-up black pants that were little more than vertical strips of material. He wore a blue shirt, unbuttoned, an amazing set of abs on display. His hair was curly and poufed away from his face. Eyeliner darkened his captivating eyes.
At first, Yunho thought Jaejoong was playing a guitar, but after his eyes got used to the lights he realized it was a four string bass. The neck longer than a normal guitar, the notes deeper. Yoochun blended perfectly on his piano, neither instrument over shadowing the other. Junsu’s voice screamed out the words to a song full of broken souls and vapid emotions.
The song ended, and the crowd cheered.
“Thank you!” Jaejoong said, snagging the mic from its holder. “How are you tonight?”
Another cheer. A few girls shouted out obscene things to them.
Jaejoong laughed. “Maybe later, girls, if you can pry my boyfriend’s fingers out of my back.”
“Not likely,” Junsu said.
The crowd laughed and cheered, and Yunho missed the name of the next song. Jaejoong kept the beat on his bass, Yoochun added piano, quick, poppy, and then Junsu started dancing and Yunho’s eyes, mind and brain focused on the roll of his hips, the slide across the stage. His ass.
God. Damn.
Junsu belonged in a dance studio. Then again, Yunho didn’t know what he did for a living.
This song was vulgar. The three of them sang different parts of the song and the only thing Yunho could describe it as was a verbal threesome. And then Junsu molded himself to Jaejoong’s back, hands sliding up his arms. Their hips rolled together, Jaejoong turned his head. Their dirty, sexy breaths echoed through the mic, and for a moment it looked like they were about to kiss, but then Junsu’s fingers tangled in Jaejoong’s longer locks and he yanked his head back.
Junsu tossed Jaejoong away and continued singing. The people at the club danced with the song, some sang along.
Yunho remembered how to breathe.
“Fuck,” he gasped as the song ended to cheers.
He met Jiyong’s eyes, and then Jiyong scowled as slow notes permeated the noise. “I hate this song.” He crossed his arms and pouted. It was very cute and made Yunho smile. He turned back just as Junsu hit the opening note of the song.
Behind my eyelids
I see your smile
Between my sheets
I feel your skin
Below my body
I hear your voice
Inside my pleasure
I feel your breath
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t sleep when I think of you
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t see you when I’m awake
Junsu swayed his hips to the beat as Yoochun played an amazing solo. His breath ghosted over the microphone, and in a deep voice he sang the chorus again.
Behind the darkness
Behind the door
Behind my body
Give me more
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t wake up alone anymore
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t get off alone anymore
Junsu walked over to the piano while he sang. The only music besides his voice was Jaejoong’s bass. They leaned closer, breath panting in the microphone.
And then their lips met, kiss echoing through the club. They broke apart only far enough to sing the next part together, but their lips still touched.
Inside my body
It’s never you
Inside my soul
Why isn’t it you?
Junsu screamed that line and ripped himself away from Yoochun. He launched into the chorus again, falling to his knees as his voice went ragged with frustration and want.
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t sleep when I think of you
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t see you when I’m awake.
The crowd went absolutely crazy. Everyone but Yunho and Jiyong.
Yunho could understand why Jiyong hated that song. He watched as Junsu stood up, smiling and thanking the crowd. He moved back to Yoochun for another kiss that had the girls cheering wildly. Jaejoong went to a random person and took their drink, tossing it back.
“They’re not through yet either. Before the night is over, they’re going to practically be fucking each other.”
Yunho snorted. The idea was hot, but Jiyong was right. Better to stay out of it then get messed up in that. Yunho hadn’t had a boyfriend before, hadn’t even admitted to anyone he was gay until he met Yoochun. He wasn’t going to have his first relationship be this complicated without it even starting.
He thought of the agreement to meet Junsu after the show, but that wasn’t a good idea. He downed the rest of his soju, and then stood up. Jaejoong was talking to the crowd. Yoochun and Junsu were out of the lights, standing close, sharing a bottle of water. They were holding hands.
“Will you tell them I went home?” Yunho asked.
Jiyong nodded. “Probably the smartest thing you’ve ever done.”
“Why don’t you leave?”
Jiyong sighed and then smirked. “Addiction, Yunho. Addiction.”
Part 2: Desperation
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Pairing: Yunho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin, GDragon/Yoochun, Junsu/Yoochun!bffery w/benefits
Rating: NC-17 (only PG-13 for this part)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Yoochun and I would be making sweet music together
Summary: Yunho moved into a new house. And into a whole mess of complications.
A/N: This is for all you HoSu fans out there.
Poster credit goes to miroticized!! It's gorgeous! Thank you! ♥
Part 1:
Yunho scanned through the listings in the paper, almost on automatic. He’d been searching for his own place for weeks now, but nothing seemed quite perfect. Or it was perfect but he wasn’t allowed to have his dog there. He needed only a room and a place for Taepoong to play. Even a nearby park would suffice.
His eyes stopped on an add. All it said was, “Roommate needed. Must love music,” followed by a phone number. Nothing about rent or pets or smoking.
Normally, he bypassed these ads, but this one he called.
The phone rang four times and then a very groggy voice said, “Hello?”
Yunho panicked and checked the time. He’d been known to wake up way before anyone else would and not think about it. But it was ten am. “Um, hi. I’m calling about the roommate listing.”
“Do you like music or mind if my friends and I are up until the ungodly hours playing and singing?”
“Um, no. I’m a dancer, so … “
“Your perfect then. Come over in an hour. Here’s the address.”
“Wait. Let me … get a pen.” Yunho stood up quickly, knocking his chair over which made Taepoong bark.
“You have a dog?” the man said.
“Yeah, that was my next question.”
“Fabulous. Harang will have a friend. He’s an Alaskan Malamute.”
“Cool. Taepoong is a Siberian Husky.”
“I hope they get along.”
“Me, too.” Yunho was slightly weirded out because it was like he was already accepted into the apartment. “Okay. I’m ready for the address.”
He wrote it down.
“Rent is three hundred a month and then about forty for utilities. We have a sweet deal. It’s a four bedroom house, and … well, you’ll see when you get here.”
“Okay. See you in an hour.”
“You can come now if you want. I might not be all the way awake though. I need about an hour for the coffee to replace my bloodstream.”
Yunho laughed. “Sure.”
“Bring Taepoong with you. There’s a dog park close by.”
“Perfect.”
They said goodbyes and after Yunho hung up he realized he did not know the man’s name. Oh well. He’d ask as soon as he got there.
“Hey, Tae, you wanna go for a walk?” Yunho said, taking the leash down from his hook.
Taepoong barked and jumped up at him.
“I will take that as a yes.” Yunho hooked the leash on Taepoong’s collar. Yunho smiled as he left his bedroom.
His mother was in the kitchen as always. “Yunho, where are you going?”
“Out to look at a house. It’s not far. About twenty minutes.”
His mother frowned. She was not looking forward to the only son leaving the house. But he could not practice his dance routines anywhere in the house, and their backyard wasn’t enclosed and the girls next door liked to perv on him, which was his fault and their parents complained to his parents and he was no longer allowed to practice outside.
Yunho left their house and set off with Taepoong. The dog was so excited to be outside. He jumped around Yunho and tugged on the leash and sniffed at everything, peeing on posts and walls and some poor flowers. Yunho was pretty excited too. The man on the phone had sounded cool and laid back, exactly what he was looking for. But when something appeared to good to be true, it usually was.
He found the house easily. It was a two-story with a large front porch. The yard was small, but covered in flower beds and small trees. A man lounged on the porch swing. He brought a cigarette to his lips and inhaled. Taepoong calmed immediately when another big dog sat up on the porch and watched them approach.
“Hey,” the man said, lips spreading into a lazy smile. “You must be Taepoong’s owner.”
Taepoong’s ears twitched hearing his name.
Yunho smiled. “Yeah. My name is Yunho.”
“Come on up. I’m Yoochun, the one you woke up at some ungodly hour in the morning.”
Yunho chuckled as he went up the porch stairs. “It’s almost ten thirty.”
“Oh, god. You’re one of those morning people.”
“Yeah. I’m usually up before seven. I have dance practice at nine most mornings.” Taepoong and Harang sniffed each other.
“But you said you didn’t mind about being up late.”
“And I don’t. Especially if it’s for music.”
“Good.” He stubbed out his cigarette. “Do you smoke?”
“Not often.”
“That’s one of the few rules we have. No smoking in the house.”
“We?”
“Yeah, this is a four bedroom house. There’s me and there’s Changmin, and Changmin hates smoking. The other room is our music room, although that usually ends up being whatever room we’re in at the moment.”
Yunho was taller than the man by a few centimeters. He wore a gray tank top and black sweat pants. In his hand was a mug of coffee, and he sipped on it as he walked to the front door. Brown hair fell to his shoulders. Right then, it was pulled back in a messy ponytail. He was so skinny, he was almost sickly. Or it appeared that way to Yunho. The man’s collar bones jutted out, but he had square shoulders, and an indication of muscles in his arms.
He opened the blue front door. Harang barreled in before them, but Taepoong froze at the door.
Yoochun smiled at him and then crouched down. “It’s all right, boy. You can come inside.” Yoochun scratched his neck and behind his ears. Taepoong yipped and licked Yoochun’s face.
“Tae,” Yunho said, slightly harsh. “You know better than that.”
Taepoong looked up at him, tongue out and yipped again.
Yoochun laughed. “Come on.”
The door shut behind Yunho. The two dogs sized each other up and then started sniffing each other again.
Yoochun smiled at Yunho. “Please forgive me for not getting to know you like that. Although,” Yoochun took a step back and looked up and down Yunho’s body. “If I didn’t already have someone, I would be interested.”
Yunho swallowed nervously.
Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “If you’re homophobic then you can turn around and not come back”
“Huh?” Yunho said, and tried not to throw up too many mental shields and barriers. “No, I’m … um.”
“Are you gay?”
“W-why?”
Yoochun smirked. “Don’t be ashamed. Changmin is, and his boyfriend is, obviously. My best friend is.”
“I …” Yunho swallowed. He’d never told anyone before. He cleared his throat and then nodded. “Yeah. I … yeah.”
Yoochun laughed. “God, don’t be so excited about it. I’ll show you around.” He turned, and Yunho followed him around the house. On the lower level was a dining room and two main rooms, though one was void of anything but a piano. Yunho could already see himself sliding over the hardwood floors.
“The acoustics in this room are amazing,” Yoochun said. “Junsu, my best friend, likes to sing here the most. Let’s go upstairs. This is Changmin’s aunt’s house, but she and her husband moved to the country, and decided to let Changmin live here for a price. Teach him responsibility and shit. Changmin is a photographer, trying to work his way through school. He wants to work in communications or something. To keep from having to quit school and only work to pay this rent, he had me move in, and then Jaejoong moved in for a little while, but Jaejoong has space issues and Changmin has space issues, and they are so not ready to cohabitate, hence the ad for a roommate. The door at the end of the hall is the master bedroom, and Changmin’s; he has his own bathroom. You and I will share this one.”
Yunho poked his head into the bathroom. It had two sinks. That was good.
“And this would be your room. Mine is right across the hall.”
The room was huge, almost twice the size of his room. There was a dresser in one corner, but also a closet. A big bay window sat at the other end, letting in tones of light. He swallowed. “Wow. Big.”
“Yeah, mine is this big, too. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, it’s … “
Yoochun laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “So when can you move in?”
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Yunho was moved in by the end of the week. He didn’t have a lot of things, and his mother tried to give him things he didn’t need that were already in the house.
Yunho spent all day with Yoochun and Harang, and they went to the dog park. Their dogs got along great.
He met Changmin that first day. Yoochun stopped at a Ramen cart and bought more Ramen than Yunho thought they could eat, but it disappeared as soon as Changmin arrived home. The man was tall with short black hair. His face appeared too young, but his eyes belayed his intelligence.
“Is Jae coming over tonight?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin snorted and ignored the question.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and then said, “They break up at least once a month.”
“Fuck off. We didn’t break up. He’s being a diva.”
Yunho’s first meeting of Jaejoong came on Friday. Yunho was in the music room, the empty one at the front of the house. It was the first time he’d had a chance to test out the space. He’d been sliding on the wood floors for about ten minutes, enjoying all the room.
The front door slammed open. Changmin barrelled in the house and up the stairs. The door did not shut behind him, but let in one of the most beautiful men Yunho had ever seen. And he worked in the entertainment industry.
The man stopped at the door and took his boots off, adding them to the growing pile at the door. He wore ripped-up jeans and an American rocker t-shirt. His hair was a strange burgundy with orange tones in the light. It was long, but not quite past his ears. He pushed sunglasses to the top of his head, and then he caught sight of Yunho. Yunho held eye contact for a moment, and his cold face transformed as he grinned.
“Changmin was right. You’re hot.”
Yunho blushed.
“Yunho, right?”
Yunho nodded.
“Changmin says you’re a dancer.”
Yunho nodded again.
The man grinned and held up his hand, finger raised. He spun his hand and Yunho bristled for a moment and then decided to play along. He spread his arms, lifted his leg and spun twice, easily stopping to look at this man again.
“You looked liked my niece. Where’s the pink tutu?”
“I don’t practice in the costume until the dress rehearsal.”
He laughed, hand covering his mouth.
“Stop flirting with Yunho, bitch!” Changmin shouted.
The man pretended he hadn’t heard. “My name is Jaejoong, by the way.”
“Figured. Changmin says you’re a musician.”
“Changmin says a lot of things, I bet.”
“Not really. Not to me, anyway.”
“Are you coming to the show tonight?”
“Show?”
“Yeah. There’s a club called, well, everyone calls it the Honey, but the full name is The Honey Funny Bunny.”
Yunho laughed.
“Yeah, lame. But it’s the most popular joint around. You’ll come?”
“Yeah. Sounds great.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Good. I have to go apologize and by that, I mean pound into his ass until he’s moaning my name as he comes.”
Yunho blushed again and tried not to think of the two of them naked together.
“Yes, we are that hot,” Jaejoong said and winked, before turning and going up the stairs. “You better be naked, dongsaeng!”
“Oh, god, fuck you two!” Yoochun shouted. A moment later, he came downstairs and slipped on a pair of flip flops. “You don’t want to hear their make up sex. Trust me. Come on.”
Yunho laughed and followed after him. The house had a huge back yard for the dogs, but neither of them had ever said no to a walk.
“So what do you think of Jaejoong?” Yoochun asked with a smirk.
“God, he’s pretty.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah, he is.”
“Why haven’t I met your boyfriend yet?”
Yoochun opened his mouth and then shut it. “Huh. He’s at work right now, but I’m sure he’ll be at the club tonight for the show.”
“Jaejoong was vague on the details.”
Yoochun smiled. “The three of us, me, Jaejoong and Junsu, play at the Honey every Friday night.”
“Wow. Cool. What do you play?”
“The piano. Junsu sings, and Jaejoong plays bass. Well, all three of us sing, but Junsu is our lead.”
“It’s just for fun?”
Yoochun shrugged. “More or less. We get paid, and sometimes we have other gigs elsewhere, but it’s a hobby. Nothing serious.”
“I’m really excited. It sounds like fun.”
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A few hours later, Yunho followed Yoochun down the street. Yoochun dressed no differently than he ever did: jeans, t-shirt, flip flops. But he’d thrown a blue jacket over his shoulders, and tamed his hair into a slightly controlled mass of waves. Yunho had been told to dress nicely, so he was in black slacks, a pale purple button down and a sport jacket. He’d blushed hard when Yoochun had whistled and looked him up and down again.
The sun set, casting a glow over the buildings, making the shadows deeper. Honey Funny Bunny was squished randomly between two office buildings. The neon lights flickered a welcoming. The club was open, but mainly empty. A few people sat at the bar. It took a moment for Yunho to blink in the dim light, and then another moment to register that someone was singing.
The small stage sat in the corner of the club. There were a few lights pointed to it, illuminating the singer. Yunho’s mouth went dry. The voice permeated his entire body, though he did not hear the words. The man’s mouth opened and closed with the song. His eyes were shut, lashes against pale skin. The man’s hair was blue. It was almost enough to distract Yunho from the rest of him. Yunho thought it was the lighting at first. But when the light turned red, so did his shirt, but the hair stayed blue.
“That is Junsu,” Yoochun said, suddenly at his elbow. “I’ll introduce you when he’s done warming up.”
“That’s warming up?” Yunho said, without taking his eyes off the singing man.
Yoochun smiled at him and then crossed his arms. Yunho spared him a glance and then went back to watching Junsu.
“You better not be looking at him like I think you’re looking at him,” Yoochun said.
“Huh?”
“Oh, god, you are.”
Yunho pulled his eyes away from the singer and looked at Yoochun. He noted the narrowed eyes. “What?”
Yoochun opened his mouth to say something, but an arm went around his shoulder and a body wedged its way between them.
“Taken, asshole,” the newcomer said.
Yoochun laughed, arms going around the man’s waist. “Giyong, please, this is my new roommate I was telling you about.”
The guy turned his head and appraised Yunho with a raised eyebrow. “Yoochun is mine.”
Yoochun laughed and laid an open kiss on the man’s jaw. “This is Yunho, babe. Yunho this is Jiyong, my boyfriend.”
Yunho smiled. “Yoochun’s told me a lot about you.”
“Sexy stuff, I hope.”
“No, not to that point yet.”
Jiyong pouted, and then Yunho saw that he was a little shorter than Yoochun, and smaller. Though his clothes were loud enough to counteract that. He wore a leopard print jacket, empty frames and bright green pants with purple high top shoes. His blond hair was hidden under a red hat.
“Was Yunho hitting on you?”
“No, babe. He’s eyeing Junsu.”
Jiyong made a face and said, “Good. Maybe if Junsu is taken, then you’ll stop with the whole best friend excuse.”
Yunho met Yoochun’s eyes in question.
Yoochun sighed. “We’re best friends.”
Jiyong turned around and with a very annoyed look said, “No. You’re boyfriends, even if neither of you will admit it. They are always all over each other, and trust me Yunho, stay away from Junsu unless you’re willing to share him with Yoochun.”
“You’re willing to share me,” Yoochun pointed out.
Jiyong smirked but did not look away from Yunho. “When I want to make sure Yoochun knows who he belongs too, I just tie him up and gag him and have my way with his ass.”
“Oh, god, does he,” Yoochun said. His arms went around Jiyong’s waist again and his mouth landed on his neck.
Yunho smiled. “Yoochun is attractive but not my type, so don’t worry.”
“Junsu’s your type,” Yoochun said.
“I’m who’s type?” another voice asked.
Yunho turned around and his mouth went dry, seeing the man up close. The blue hair did not wash out his skin like Yunho had thought it would. He had cute eyes, reflecting the light with a happy smile.
“Yunho, this is Junsu. Junsu, Yunho.”
Junsu smiled at him. “Ah, the new roommate. Welcome to the insanity. I hope you like it.”
Yunho barely noted Yoochun and Jiyong leaving them alone.
“So, you’re my type,” Junsu said, another grin. He looked Yunho up and down. “So far so good, huh?”
Yunho swallowed. “I-I don’t know. I just met you.”
“Do you smoke?”
“No.”
“Do you like cats?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like music?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a job?”
“Yes, I work at my father’s law firm until I decide what to go to college for.”
“Wow. Cool. Do you mind if my hair is blue?”
Yunho blushed and shook his head. “N-no. It … it looks good on you.”
Junsu laughed, long and so loud that it echoed above the music. “Yeah, you might be my type. After the show, let’s go get some coffee.”
“O-okay.”
Junsu turned away and shouted at Yoochun to let Giyong go, and then he walked away. Yunho almost fainted seeing the guy’s round ass wrapped in tight jeans.
“Told you he was your type,” Yoochun said. He pinched Yunho’s ass as he walked by.
Yoochun kissed Junsu’s cheek and then sat at the piano. Jiyong pulled Yunho to the bar and he had his first shot of the night. He had a few more as the club slowly filled. Yoochun and Junsu kept things interesting, but nothing they did had structure. It was more like they were in someone’s garage practicing then at an official gig. Yunho had a hard time looking away from Junsu’s smile.
“Is this all they do?” Yunho asked Jiyong.
Giyong shook his head. “No. Just wait until Jaejoong gets here. Then the show will really start.”
Yunho wasn’t sure what that meant, but Jaejoong was a musician. He laughed with Jiyong and learned a bit more about him and “the YooSu problem” as Jiyong called them. And as Yunho watched, he could see what he meant. Yoochun and Junsu were very touchy-feely. The kissed a lot. Nothing big, but little pecks on cheeks and shoulders, and their hands were entwined when Yoochun wasn’t playing the piano.
“They’ve been friends since they were six years old,” Jiyong said with a pout. “How do you compete with that? I mean, they were lovers all through high school, and I even caught Junsu sucking on Yoochun one day. It’s … it’s …”
“I get it,” Yunho said. He did, because he didn’t want to get involved with that at all. “Why do you put up with it?”
Jiyong smirked. “Yoochun is addicting. I’ve left him twice, because when you give either of them an ultimatum, they pick each other. Don’t be stupid enough to do that with Junsu.”
“You sound … resigned.”
“Yeah. A bit. But hey. No more talking of this crap. Go buy me another drink.”
Yunho laughed. “All right.” He stood up and went to the bar. The crowd has increased considerably, and he had to push through. Once at the bar, he shouted for two more shots of rum and two sojus. The noise from the crowd tripled. A few of the brighter lights went out, and other brightened near the stage. No one paid him any attention as he made his way back to the table.
Music started, and the crowd cheered. Jiyong tore his eyes from the stage to down his shot.
“Jaejoong showed up,” he shouted.
Yunho nodded. He had figured.
On stage, there were three people amid the swirling lights. Jaejoong stood out from them. He wore ripped-up black pants that were little more than vertical strips of material. He wore a blue shirt, unbuttoned, an amazing set of abs on display. His hair was curly and poufed away from his face. Eyeliner darkened his captivating eyes.
At first, Yunho thought Jaejoong was playing a guitar, but after his eyes got used to the lights he realized it was a four string bass. The neck longer than a normal guitar, the notes deeper. Yoochun blended perfectly on his piano, neither instrument over shadowing the other. Junsu’s voice screamed out the words to a song full of broken souls and vapid emotions.
The song ended, and the crowd cheered.
“Thank you!” Jaejoong said, snagging the mic from its holder. “How are you tonight?”
Another cheer. A few girls shouted out obscene things to them.
Jaejoong laughed. “Maybe later, girls, if you can pry my boyfriend’s fingers out of my back.”
“Not likely,” Junsu said.
The crowd laughed and cheered, and Yunho missed the name of the next song. Jaejoong kept the beat on his bass, Yoochun added piano, quick, poppy, and then Junsu started dancing and Yunho’s eyes, mind and brain focused on the roll of his hips, the slide across the stage. His ass.
God. Damn.
Junsu belonged in a dance studio. Then again, Yunho didn’t know what he did for a living.
This song was vulgar. The three of them sang different parts of the song and the only thing Yunho could describe it as was a verbal threesome. And then Junsu molded himself to Jaejoong’s back, hands sliding up his arms. Their hips rolled together, Jaejoong turned his head. Their dirty, sexy breaths echoed through the mic, and for a moment it looked like they were about to kiss, but then Junsu’s fingers tangled in Jaejoong’s longer locks and he yanked his head back.
Junsu tossed Jaejoong away and continued singing. The people at the club danced with the song, some sang along.
Yunho remembered how to breathe.
“Fuck,” he gasped as the song ended to cheers.
He met Jiyong’s eyes, and then Jiyong scowled as slow notes permeated the noise. “I hate this song.” He crossed his arms and pouted. It was very cute and made Yunho smile. He turned back just as Junsu hit the opening note of the song.
Behind my eyelids
I see your smile
Between my sheets
I feel your skin
Below my body
I hear your voice
Inside my pleasure
I feel your breath
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t sleep when I think of you
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t see you when I’m awake
Junsu swayed his hips to the beat as Yoochun played an amazing solo. His breath ghosted over the microphone, and in a deep voice he sang the chorus again.
Behind the darkness
Behind the door
Behind my body
Give me more
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t wake up alone anymore
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t get off alone anymore
Junsu walked over to the piano while he sang. The only music besides his voice was Jaejoong’s bass. They leaned closer, breath panting in the microphone.
And then their lips met, kiss echoing through the club. They broke apart only far enough to sing the next part together, but their lips still touched.
Inside my body
It’s never you
Inside my soul
Why isn’t it you?
Junsu screamed that line and ripped himself away from Yoochun. He launched into the chorus again, falling to his knees as his voice went ragged with frustration and want.
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t sleep when I think of you
Insomnia
Insomnia
I can’t see you when I’m awake.
The crowd went absolutely crazy. Everyone but Yunho and Jiyong.
Yunho could understand why Jiyong hated that song. He watched as Junsu stood up, smiling and thanking the crowd. He moved back to Yoochun for another kiss that had the girls cheering wildly. Jaejoong went to a random person and took their drink, tossing it back.
“They’re not through yet either. Before the night is over, they’re going to practically be fucking each other.”
Yunho snorted. The idea was hot, but Jiyong was right. Better to stay out of it then get messed up in that. Yunho hadn’t had a boyfriend before, hadn’t even admitted to anyone he was gay until he met Yoochun. He wasn’t going to have his first relationship be this complicated without it even starting.
He thought of the agreement to meet Junsu after the show, but that wasn’t a good idea. He downed the rest of his soju, and then stood up. Jaejoong was talking to the crowd. Yoochun and Junsu were out of the lights, standing close, sharing a bottle of water. They were holding hands.
“Will you tell them I went home?” Yunho asked.
Jiyong nodded. “Probably the smartest thing you’ve ever done.”
“Why don’t you leave?”
Jiyong sighed and then smirked. “Addiction, Yunho. Addiction.”
Part 2: Desperation
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