Move In Boyfriend 1/13
Title: Move In Boyfriend 1/13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yoochun/Yunho
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This first part, not so much, but parts 2 and 3 will be incredible graphic. This fic contains restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
Yoochun moved to the side of the stairwell as a man appeared carrying a box. And then he did a double take, almost falling down the last couple stairs. Gorgeous was an understatement. Broad shoulders. Biceps strained as he hefted the box. Blond hair, obviously dyed. His lower lip was currently being gnawed on as the man concentrated on going up the stairs. And then their eyes met. Green eyes. Exotic.
Yoochun stammered a hello and then hastily made his way out of the apartment building.
Hot new tenant, Yoochun thought, and then shook his head. Not that he’d see him again. It was rare that Yoochun was even home at all, but last night, he needed the comfort of his own bed for some reason, and slept there, instead of crashing at his brother’s place a few blocks away.
He stopped into work long enough to snag a bit of coffee, praising Whoever that Changmin was in his office.
He ran a few errands (bank, post office, copies of documents his father needed) and then headed home.
Half way to his brother’s house, Yoochun stopped and sighed, ignoring the pedestrians cursing at him.
Six months was long enough, he decided. Otherwise he was just being foolish. Why pay for an apartment he wasn’t even living in?
He turned around. As he passed one of his favorite clothing boutiques, he decided that his new resolve would be better if it was backed up by new clothes.
After spending WAY too much money, Yoochun stopped at a local market to stock up his kitchen and then headed back to his apartment.
Yoochun practically ran into the exotic guy again at the front door.
The man smiled an apology and held the door open for him.
“Thank you,” Yoochun said, voice full of more awe than he meant to. Shit, Yoochun, it’s not like you haven’t seen a gorgeous man before.
And with new clothes and a new resolve giving him support, he asked, “Moving in?” and then kicked himself, because … well, duh.
The other man must have thought so too because he said, “Do people randomly carry all their belongings into your building?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and said, “Fine. I won’t try being nice.”
His laughter stopped Yoochun from continuing up the stairs. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s been a long day.”
“I bet. My name is Park Yoochun. I live on the fourth floor.” He held out his hand.
The other looked at it for only a moment and then clasped his hand and said, “Kim Jaejoong. Third floor resident, well, as soon as I get everything up there, I can call it home.”
“You’re not through?”
He sighed. “No. I’m waiting for my slacker of a best friend to show up and help me carry the big stuff. He was supposed to be here hours ago.”
Yoochun frowned. Carrying heavy things was not on his list of stuff to do today, but oh well. “Let me go put this stuff away and I’ll come help you.”
“Really?”
“Sure, it’s not like I have anything else to do right now.”
“Thanks.”
Yoochun practically ran up the stairs. He practically threw his groceries in the fridge. And then he practically ripped his clothes as he hurried to change into jeans and a t shirt.
Jae had a couch, two loveseats, one dresser and a book self to carry up three flights of stairs. By the time they were through, Yoochun was exhausted. They flopped on the cushion-less couch.
Jae sighed. “Now I have to unpack all this shit. I hate moving.”
Yoochun swallowed. “Yeah, me too.”
It was the only reason that he hadn’t moved yet, and sitting next to this gorgeous siren, he was glad for once that he was a coward and couldn’t just let things go.
“Thanks for your help, Yoochun.”
Jaejoong was two years older than him, but they’d already agreed to drop the formalities, and Jaejoong actually said that Yoochun was more of a friend to him than the loser he’d been waiting on.
Not wanting to leave Jae’s company, Yoochun said, “Do you want to go get some coffee or tea or something? There’s a café right down the block.”
Jae smiled. “That’d be great. I need to shower first, though.”
“Yeah, me too. I don’t do heavy lifting as often as you do.” Yoochun used the excuse to look at the other’s muscles.
“Well, when you’re a model, they expect you to look fit.”
“You’re a model?”
He smirked. “Among other things, but yes, I do modeling every now and then. What do you do?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t really have to work, but I work at the café down the street.”
“Parents have money?”
“No, I have money. My family ostracized me when I was fifteen, and I’ve been on my own since. When I was eighteen, my uncle died and left me his fortune for standing up for what I believe in.”
“And what is it that you believe in?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun swallowed and looked away. He may have believed in it, but that didn’t mean that Jaejoong did.
“Well,” Jae said, standing up. “Shower, and meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes?”
Yoochun nodded, still unable to say anything. Jae walked him to the still open door, thanked him again and said goodbye. Yoochun wandered up to his apartment.
His.
Just his.
It used to be theirs.
He tried not to think about it as he showered and changed. He almost pulled on the t-shirt he’d been wearing earlier, and then remembered that he had bought new clothes, as most of his clothes were over at his brother’s. He pulled on a pair of dark grey jeans. After tugging on a ribbed wife beater, he slipped on his new green shirt, only snapping up two buttons near the bottom. He tossed his hair enough to make it look like he did something to it, and then put on his watch, necklace, and a bracelet. A leather coat over his shoulders and Yoochun left the cold, emptiness of his, just his, apartment.
Jaejoong was waiting for him already, and Yoochun’s feet decided it’d be a good time to make him look stupid and he caught the edge of a stair and had to latch onto the railing to keep from falling. Jaejoong smiled.
He wore black. Head to toe. Black jeans, black t-shirt peaking out from an open black sports coat. Black boots. Black, empty frames perched on his nose. The blond hair contrasted sharply with the rest, making his skin paler, eyes brighter. Blue eyes now.
“You look nice,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun had to swallow and clear his throat before he could manage a, “So do you.”
Jae shrugged. “I’m sure if you saw me all dazzled up, you would have fallen down those stairs.”
Yoochun scoffed, but a blush covered his cheeks.
Jae smiled, and yeah, Yoochun had a moment’s trouble breathing. He held the door open and Yoochun led the way out and down the street. The autumn air was crisp, but not yet cold in the afternoon sun.
“How long have you worked at this café?” Jaejoong asked.
“About two years. I’ve lived here for about five. I was still a university student when I moved in, and then I got bored of that and decided to piss off my family even more, dropped out and got a menial job.”
Jae scoffed. “And now?”
Yoochun shrugged. “The only one who talks to me is my younger brother.”
Jae’s phone rang. He made a face at it, but answered it anyway. He didn’t say hello. “You better give me a damn good reason why you didn’t show up today … Tomorrow? … I called you yesterday. No, you know what? You owe me. Big time. And you owe my neighbor, Yoochun. He had to help me. … whatever. Fuck off.”
He flipped his phone closed and smiled at me. “I’m so getting a diamond bracelet for this.”
Yoochun’s eyebrows rose.
“Heechul buys me things when I’m mad at him, and I know his level of guilt and this is worthy of something with diamonds, and he knows I want a bracelet.”
“All my best friend gives me are puppy dog eyes until I forgive him.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“Here,” Yoochun said and gestured at the small coffee shop on the corner. Café Maestro was quaint. Blue stuffed chairs, brown wooden table sets. The coffee was gourmet, pricey and the best Yoochun had ever had.
“Nice place,” Jaejoong said, right before an amazingly annoying voice screeched, “Yoochun!”
Yoochun smiled and said to Jaejoong, “My best friend.”
Kim Junsu was a bit shorter than Yoochun, with orange hair currently shaved on the sides and spiked into a Mohawk. Rings sparkled all the way up both ears, and in his eyebrow and lip. Covered were the ones in his nipples and belly button. He was currently wearing raggedy jeans and a faded green t-shirt that he called his “comfy shirt.”
“Interesting,” Jae muttered, again, right before Junsu said, “Holy shit, Yoochun. Who’s the piece of gorgeous?”
“Piece of gorgeous?” Jae muttered.
“Junsu is crazy,” Yoochun said, and then smiled at his best friend and said louder, “This is Kim Jaejoong. He just moved into my building.”
Junsu whistled. “Damn. Lucky you.”
“Jaejoong, this is Kim Junsu, current best friend -”
“Current?” Junsu protested.
“-and co-worker.”
“You forgot the past lover part,” Junsu said, and Yoochun winced.
“Really?” Jae said with a look of interest at Yoochun.
“Very, very past,” Yoochun replied.
“Don’t say it like that,” Junsu demanded. “You’ll make me look bad.”
“You do that on your own,” Changmin said from behind him.
Junsu winced, but Changmin didn’t continue the usual lecture on his hair, piercing or clothes choices.
“Yoochun, what are you doing here?”
“Buying coffee,” he replied.
Changmin scanned Jaejoong once and then smirked and said, “Welcome to Café Maestro.”
“It’s a nice place,” Jaejoong replied.
“Thank you. Yoochun, come to my office please. Bring your friend, too. Junsu’s looking at him like he’s going to eat him.”
“I’d only chew on him a little,” Junsu said under his breath.
Jaejoong smiled.
“SuSu-ah,” Yoochun said, “be a darling and make me some tea. Jae, what do you want?”
“I have to work in a few hours, so give me a latte.”
“Sure thing, gorgeous,” Junsu said.
Changmin held the back door open and ushered them through. Once in the office, he perched on the edge of his desk and said, “I need you to open tomorrow.”
“What? Why?”
“My mother has decided that I’m to attend brunch.”
“Fuck.”
“Spoiling plans?” Changmin asked with another pointed look at Jaejoong.
Yoochun felt himself blush but said, “No. I just don’t want to wake up that early.”
“I’ve been meaning to call, but haven’t had a chance, and when I stopped by your brother’s on my way in today, he said you stayed at your place.”
Changmin was using that tone where he wanted Yoochun to explain something, and maybe Yoochun would have if Jaejoong hadn’t been standing right there.
“So?” Yoochun said instead. “I live there.”
Changmin smiled. “It’s about time you remembered.”
“Here you go, Jaejoong,” Junsu said behind them and handed Jae a to
go cup. Yoochun was all too aware of the way his fingers lingered on Jae’s for a moment.
“And for you, my current-but-probably-not-for-long best friend.” Junsu handed him his tea with a flourish.
“To go cups?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu winced. “Yeah, figured you’d want them to go, since Yunho just walked in.”
Everything went misty and there was a hand on his lower back as Yoochun took a step back. “What?”
“Yunho, came in with some boy toy on his arm.”
“Fucker,” Changmin muttered and both Yoochun and Junsu glanced at him in amazement.
“What? Are you saying that he’s not?”
Junsu scoffed. “Biggest fucker to walk the streets of Seoul.”
“And who is Yunho?” Jaejoong asked.
None of the three said anything, but Junsu and Changmin looked at Yoochun.
Yoochun cleared his throat. “Ex-boyfriend,” he said.
“Ah. Things didn’t end well?”
“Coming home to him with someone-”
“Su,” Yoochun said, “shut up.”
“Sorry, Chunnie. And they ordered stuff to stay so I don’t think they’re planning on leaving soon.”
“Well, get out of my office,” Changmin said. “I don’t care if you have to hang out here for a couple hours, but I have work to do.”
“Stroking it off is work now?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun laughed, and the corners of Changmin’s lips curled up. He said, “Maybe not for you. You have to last three minutes for it to be considered work.”
Junsu stared, open mouthed, for a moment and then burst into his loud, contagious laughter. “Oh my god. I just got sexually dissed by the boss. That is too cool.”
“You’re about to get smacked by the boss.”
“Whatever does it for you, sir,” Junsu said with a bow.
Changmin smacked his head. “Out. Out. Out. All three of you.” He ushered them out, and then the door slammed.
Yoochun handed his tea back to Junsu and then slid down the wall, face in his hands.
“We could kick them out,” Junsu said.
“Changmin would be pissed. They’re paying customers.”
“Damn straight,” they heard through the door.
Jae smiled. “Well, then. Only one thing for us to do.”
“What?’ Junsu asked.
“I get to pretend to be your boyfriend.”
Silence.
Then Junsu. “What?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Come on. He comes in here, I’m assuming, knowing that this is where you work, with another guy on his arm. He’s doing it just to upset you. Get your reaction. Now, Junsu, tell me. This boy toy of his, cute, not cute?”
“Eh. Compared to you? Nothing.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Perfect.”
“Let’s do it,” Junsu said.
Yoochun stood up. “Wait just a-”
“Come on, Chunnie,” Junsu said. “It’s a great idea. Yunho is an ass and you know it.”
“All we have to do is walk through the store,” Jae said. “Let me hold your hand, ignore him, don’t look at him and we leave. Okay?”
Yoochun took a deep breath as he held eye contact with Jaejoong. Nothing in his eyes but concern and maybe a bit of pity that pissed him off, but he wasn’t going to be weak. Not anymore. Today was the day he changed.
“Alright.”
“Sweet!” Junsu crowed and did a little victory dance. But then he frowned.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“Why can’t Yunho be my ex-boyfriend? I want to hold Jaejoong’s hand.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Lure an ex-boyfriend in here, and I’ll do the same for you.”
“Why don’t you just be my boyfriend?”
“I’d make you cut your hair.”
“Oh, yeah, never mind. I like my hair.”
“Be his boyfriend, please!” Changmin shouted through the door.
“I thought you were working,” Junsu said.
“Working as much as you are.”
Yoochun smiled and led the way back to the front. “Seriously, Su, you need to quit so you and Changmin can just go out already.”
Junsu scoffed. “Whatever, man.”
At the door, Yoochun stopped and took a deep breath. Warm fingers entwined with his. He looked at Jaejoong.
Jae smiled. “You okay?”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Junsu said. “We gotta agree on some things before you guys go out there.”
“Like what?” Yoochun asked.
“Like how long you guys have been dating, where you met, I don’t know, but those kinds of things that Yunho is bound to ask me after you two leave.”
“We met at a bar, I took him home, gave him the best sex of his life and now we’ve been dating for three weeks,” Jae said.
“What?” Yoochun said.
“Best sex of his life? Lucky you, Chunnie,” Junsu said with a laugh. “I guess that works.”
Jae smiled while Yoochun stared.
“Are you gay?” Yoochun asked.
Jae shrugged. “It’s more like I don’t care.”
“Hey, flirting later, yes?” Junsu said.
Jae squeezed Yoochun’s hand and winked, “I hope you’re a good actor.”
“Oh, shit. He’s a horrible actor.”
Jae pushed them all out the door.
“Okay, okay,” Junsu said.
Jae had said not to look at him, but Yunho was the first thing Yoochun saw when they came through the doors. Jae tugged on the hand clenched in his, forcing Yoochun to put his back to the room.
“Don’t be late tomorrow night,” Jae said to Junsu. “If you’re late, you-”
“-won’t be let in,” Junsu said and waved his hand at him. “Calm down. I’ll be there.”
Yoochun ignored the rest of the things they said, and only concentrated on the presence behind him. The one coming closer. Yoochun always knew when Yunho was near, and six months away from him hadn’t changed it. A feeling of paranoia flew through him as Yunho’s heavy essence settled behind him.
“Yoochun.”
Yoochun fought off a shiver as he turned around.
Yunho hadn’t changed much. Still tall and manly and gorgeous. Brown hair, brown eyes. Designer clothes. Yoochun’s eyes flicked to the guy still sitting at their table. He looked vaguely familiar, but it wasn't the guy he found Yunho in bed with.
“How are you?” he asked.
Yoochun had to swallow.
The side of Yunho’s mouth quirked, but Yoochun wasn’t surprised. Junsu was right, he was a horrible liar. And then his hand was squeezed again. He looked at Jaejoong, saw the smile and support there and smiled back.
“Things are good,” he said without looking at Yunho.
“Good, good,” Yunho said. “And your friend?”
“This is Kim Jaejoong, my boyfriend.”
Yunho’s eyebrows rose. “Nice to meet you. Jung Yunho. The ex.”
“Ah,” Jae said. “I was wondering why my Yoo-Yum was all quiet.”
“YooYum?” Yunho asked while Junsu had trouble containing his laughter.
Jae smiled. “Yeah. I don’t have to tell you he tastes good, now do I?’
Fiery red shot up Yoochun’s cheeks, and he shoved Jaejoong a bit.
“Come on, baby,” Jae said, tugging on his hand again, “we’re going to miss our reservations. SuSu, don’t be late, okay?”
“God, I already said I wouldn’t be. Stop acting like my mom.”
“It was nice to meet you,” Jae said to Yunho, and then Yoochun was turning away from him, walking to the door. He didn’t breathe normally until they were a few feet from the café.
Jae didn’t let go of his hand, and Yoochun decided he didn’t mind.
“You alright?” Jae asked.
“Not really. I haven’t seen him in six months.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened?”
Yoochun took a deep breath. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not talk about it.”
“No problem. Sorry for prying. It’s not like I know you.”
Yoochun smiled. “Thanks though, for the help. Yunho makes me … anyway, yeah, thanks.”
Jae squeezed his hand. “No problem.”
They walked in silence, sipping at their drinks, fingers still entwined.
“So you have to work tonight?” Yoochun said. “Not a modeling job?”
“No. Bar tender.”
“How many jobs do you have?”
Jae shrugged. “Not enough. I love to work. But all of them are things I love to do, so it never seems like work.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It can be.”
At their building, Jae scrunched his face for a minute and then moved to the side. “I can’t remember the code.”
Yoochun stepped past him, reluctantly let go of his hand and entered the code to open the door. “Down left side, up right side, across the middle.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Sounds like an offer.”
Yoochun blushed again, and looked away. Damn this man for being so incredibly gorgeous.
Jae sighed.
“What?”
“I don’t want to unpack.”
“You could always live out of boxes, until everything is eventually unpacked.” Yoochun stopped at his mailbox to grab his mail.
“Don’t tempt me.”
They headed up the stairs. Yoochun turned to say goodbye, but Jae grabbed his hand.
“You know, unpacking won’t be as bad if I have company. If you’re not doing anything else.” A tiny, endearing smile touched Jae’s lips, and in that moment, Yoochun realized that Jae could show him whoever Jae wanted to be and Yoochun would believe it. Already today, Yoochun had seen him being playful, coy, flirting, sexy, jealous and even a bit mean when his friend Heechul had called.
With a final look up the stairs to the fourth floor, Yoochun sighed. He was still running away, but at least he didn’t have to be alone.
“Sure.”
He followed Jaejoong down the hall. Jae didn’t walk. He flowed. Each step precise, measured, giving his upper body a lithe grace. Jae moved liked he had no worries in the world, like he controlled everything and like all he had to do was direct that movement at you and have complete control over everything you did.
Yoochun shivered. His breath was a bit short, hands a bit clammy. Heat coiled through him as Jae unlocked the door and motioned him ahead.
Yoochun was pretty sure he imagined the energy radiating from Jae. That was until Jae grabbed his arm, shut the door and the room spun and Yoochun found himself pinned to the door, with Jaejoong’s hands on either side of his head.
“We have two choices,” Jaejoong whispered, lips perilously close to Yoochun’s. “One, we dance around each other, flirt a bit, go out a few times, until I think it’ll be alright to kiss you. Or two, we get it over with. Which one do you want?”
This really wasn’t fair. How do you ask someone that when your hips are already pressed against theirs and nothing but your cologne and underlying scent invaded their nostrils? Yoochun shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the door. There really wasn’t much of a decision. He’d already made it by not struggling or shoving Jaejoong away. Oh, and the fact that his hands had gone immediately to Jae’s hips, under the sport coat, settling, fingers clenching belt loops really contradicted any refusal he may have come up with.
“Get it over with,” Yoochun finally whispered.
“Good answer.”
Part 2: CONTROL
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yoochun/Yunho
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This first part, not so much, but parts 2 and 3 will be incredible graphic. This fic contains restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
Yoochun moved to the side of the stairwell as a man appeared carrying a box. And then he did a double take, almost falling down the last couple stairs. Gorgeous was an understatement. Broad shoulders. Biceps strained as he hefted the box. Blond hair, obviously dyed. His lower lip was currently being gnawed on as the man concentrated on going up the stairs. And then their eyes met. Green eyes. Exotic.
Yoochun stammered a hello and then hastily made his way out of the apartment building.
Hot new tenant, Yoochun thought, and then shook his head. Not that he’d see him again. It was rare that Yoochun was even home at all, but last night, he needed the comfort of his own bed for some reason, and slept there, instead of crashing at his brother’s place a few blocks away.
He stopped into work long enough to snag a bit of coffee, praising Whoever that Changmin was in his office.
He ran a few errands (bank, post office, copies of documents his father needed) and then headed home.
Half way to his brother’s house, Yoochun stopped and sighed, ignoring the pedestrians cursing at him.
Six months was long enough, he decided. Otherwise he was just being foolish. Why pay for an apartment he wasn’t even living in?
He turned around. As he passed one of his favorite clothing boutiques, he decided that his new resolve would be better if it was backed up by new clothes.
After spending WAY too much money, Yoochun stopped at a local market to stock up his kitchen and then headed back to his apartment.
Yoochun practically ran into the exotic guy again at the front door.
The man smiled an apology and held the door open for him.
“Thank you,” Yoochun said, voice full of more awe than he meant to. Shit, Yoochun, it’s not like you haven’t seen a gorgeous man before.
And with new clothes and a new resolve giving him support, he asked, “Moving in?” and then kicked himself, because … well, duh.
The other man must have thought so too because he said, “Do people randomly carry all their belongings into your building?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and said, “Fine. I won’t try being nice.”
His laughter stopped Yoochun from continuing up the stairs. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s been a long day.”
“I bet. My name is Park Yoochun. I live on the fourth floor.” He held out his hand.
The other looked at it for only a moment and then clasped his hand and said, “Kim Jaejoong. Third floor resident, well, as soon as I get everything up there, I can call it home.”
“You’re not through?”
He sighed. “No. I’m waiting for my slacker of a best friend to show up and help me carry the big stuff. He was supposed to be here hours ago.”
Yoochun frowned. Carrying heavy things was not on his list of stuff to do today, but oh well. “Let me go put this stuff away and I’ll come help you.”
“Really?”
“Sure, it’s not like I have anything else to do right now.”
“Thanks.”
Yoochun practically ran up the stairs. He practically threw his groceries in the fridge. And then he practically ripped his clothes as he hurried to change into jeans and a t shirt.
Jae had a couch, two loveseats, one dresser and a book self to carry up three flights of stairs. By the time they were through, Yoochun was exhausted. They flopped on the cushion-less couch.
Jae sighed. “Now I have to unpack all this shit. I hate moving.”
Yoochun swallowed. “Yeah, me too.”
It was the only reason that he hadn’t moved yet, and sitting next to this gorgeous siren, he was glad for once that he was a coward and couldn’t just let things go.
“Thanks for your help, Yoochun.”
Jaejoong was two years older than him, but they’d already agreed to drop the formalities, and Jaejoong actually said that Yoochun was more of a friend to him than the loser he’d been waiting on.
Not wanting to leave Jae’s company, Yoochun said, “Do you want to go get some coffee or tea or something? There’s a café right down the block.”
Jae smiled. “That’d be great. I need to shower first, though.”
“Yeah, me too. I don’t do heavy lifting as often as you do.” Yoochun used the excuse to look at the other’s muscles.
“Well, when you’re a model, they expect you to look fit.”
“You’re a model?”
He smirked. “Among other things, but yes, I do modeling every now and then. What do you do?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t really have to work, but I work at the café down the street.”
“Parents have money?”
“No, I have money. My family ostracized me when I was fifteen, and I’ve been on my own since. When I was eighteen, my uncle died and left me his fortune for standing up for what I believe in.”
“And what is it that you believe in?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun swallowed and looked away. He may have believed in it, but that didn’t mean that Jaejoong did.
“Well,” Jae said, standing up. “Shower, and meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes?”
Yoochun nodded, still unable to say anything. Jae walked him to the still open door, thanked him again and said goodbye. Yoochun wandered up to his apartment.
His.
Just his.
It used to be theirs.
He tried not to think about it as he showered and changed. He almost pulled on the t-shirt he’d been wearing earlier, and then remembered that he had bought new clothes, as most of his clothes were over at his brother’s. He pulled on a pair of dark grey jeans. After tugging on a ribbed wife beater, he slipped on his new green shirt, only snapping up two buttons near the bottom. He tossed his hair enough to make it look like he did something to it, and then put on his watch, necklace, and a bracelet. A leather coat over his shoulders and Yoochun left the cold, emptiness of his, just his, apartment.
Jaejoong was waiting for him already, and Yoochun’s feet decided it’d be a good time to make him look stupid and he caught the edge of a stair and had to latch onto the railing to keep from falling. Jaejoong smiled.
He wore black. Head to toe. Black jeans, black t-shirt peaking out from an open black sports coat. Black boots. Black, empty frames perched on his nose. The blond hair contrasted sharply with the rest, making his skin paler, eyes brighter. Blue eyes now.
“You look nice,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun had to swallow and clear his throat before he could manage a, “So do you.”
Jae shrugged. “I’m sure if you saw me all dazzled up, you would have fallen down those stairs.”
Yoochun scoffed, but a blush covered his cheeks.
Jae smiled, and yeah, Yoochun had a moment’s trouble breathing. He held the door open and Yoochun led the way out and down the street. The autumn air was crisp, but not yet cold in the afternoon sun.
“How long have you worked at this café?” Jaejoong asked.
“About two years. I’ve lived here for about five. I was still a university student when I moved in, and then I got bored of that and decided to piss off my family even more, dropped out and got a menial job.”
Jae scoffed. “And now?”
Yoochun shrugged. “The only one who talks to me is my younger brother.”
Jae’s phone rang. He made a face at it, but answered it anyway. He didn’t say hello. “You better give me a damn good reason why you didn’t show up today … Tomorrow? … I called you yesterday. No, you know what? You owe me. Big time. And you owe my neighbor, Yoochun. He had to help me. … whatever. Fuck off.”
He flipped his phone closed and smiled at me. “I’m so getting a diamond bracelet for this.”
Yoochun’s eyebrows rose.
“Heechul buys me things when I’m mad at him, and I know his level of guilt and this is worthy of something with diamonds, and he knows I want a bracelet.”
“All my best friend gives me are puppy dog eyes until I forgive him.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“Here,” Yoochun said and gestured at the small coffee shop on the corner. Café Maestro was quaint. Blue stuffed chairs, brown wooden table sets. The coffee was gourmet, pricey and the best Yoochun had ever had.
“Nice place,” Jaejoong said, right before an amazingly annoying voice screeched, “Yoochun!”
Yoochun smiled and said to Jaejoong, “My best friend.”
Kim Junsu was a bit shorter than Yoochun, with orange hair currently shaved on the sides and spiked into a Mohawk. Rings sparkled all the way up both ears, and in his eyebrow and lip. Covered were the ones in his nipples and belly button. He was currently wearing raggedy jeans and a faded green t-shirt that he called his “comfy shirt.”
“Interesting,” Jae muttered, again, right before Junsu said, “Holy shit, Yoochun. Who’s the piece of gorgeous?”
“Piece of gorgeous?” Jae muttered.
“Junsu is crazy,” Yoochun said, and then smiled at his best friend and said louder, “This is Kim Jaejoong. He just moved into my building.”
Junsu whistled. “Damn. Lucky you.”
“Jaejoong, this is Kim Junsu, current best friend -”
“Current?” Junsu protested.
“-and co-worker.”
“You forgot the past lover part,” Junsu said, and Yoochun winced.
“Really?” Jae said with a look of interest at Yoochun.
“Very, very past,” Yoochun replied.
“Don’t say it like that,” Junsu demanded. “You’ll make me look bad.”
“You do that on your own,” Changmin said from behind him.
Junsu winced, but Changmin didn’t continue the usual lecture on his hair, piercing or clothes choices.
“Yoochun, what are you doing here?”
“Buying coffee,” he replied.
Changmin scanned Jaejoong once and then smirked and said, “Welcome to Café Maestro.”
“It’s a nice place,” Jaejoong replied.
“Thank you. Yoochun, come to my office please. Bring your friend, too. Junsu’s looking at him like he’s going to eat him.”
“I’d only chew on him a little,” Junsu said under his breath.
Jaejoong smiled.
“SuSu-ah,” Yoochun said, “be a darling and make me some tea. Jae, what do you want?”
“I have to work in a few hours, so give me a latte.”
“Sure thing, gorgeous,” Junsu said.
Changmin held the back door open and ushered them through. Once in the office, he perched on the edge of his desk and said, “I need you to open tomorrow.”
“What? Why?”
“My mother has decided that I’m to attend brunch.”
“Fuck.”
“Spoiling plans?” Changmin asked with another pointed look at Jaejoong.
Yoochun felt himself blush but said, “No. I just don’t want to wake up that early.”
“I’ve been meaning to call, but haven’t had a chance, and when I stopped by your brother’s on my way in today, he said you stayed at your place.”
Changmin was using that tone where he wanted Yoochun to explain something, and maybe Yoochun would have if Jaejoong hadn’t been standing right there.
“So?” Yoochun said instead. “I live there.”
Changmin smiled. “It’s about time you remembered.”
“Here you go, Jaejoong,” Junsu said behind them and handed Jae a to
go cup. Yoochun was all too aware of the way his fingers lingered on Jae’s for a moment.
“And for you, my current-but-probably-not-for-long best friend.” Junsu handed him his tea with a flourish.
“To go cups?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu winced. “Yeah, figured you’d want them to go, since Yunho just walked in.”
Everything went misty and there was a hand on his lower back as Yoochun took a step back. “What?”
“Yunho, came in with some boy toy on his arm.”
“Fucker,” Changmin muttered and both Yoochun and Junsu glanced at him in amazement.
“What? Are you saying that he’s not?”
Junsu scoffed. “Biggest fucker to walk the streets of Seoul.”
“And who is Yunho?” Jaejoong asked.
None of the three said anything, but Junsu and Changmin looked at Yoochun.
Yoochun cleared his throat. “Ex-boyfriend,” he said.
“Ah. Things didn’t end well?”
“Coming home to him with someone-”
“Su,” Yoochun said, “shut up.”
“Sorry, Chunnie. And they ordered stuff to stay so I don’t think they’re planning on leaving soon.”
“Well, get out of my office,” Changmin said. “I don’t care if you have to hang out here for a couple hours, but I have work to do.”
“Stroking it off is work now?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun laughed, and the corners of Changmin’s lips curled up. He said, “Maybe not for you. You have to last three minutes for it to be considered work.”
Junsu stared, open mouthed, for a moment and then burst into his loud, contagious laughter. “Oh my god. I just got sexually dissed by the boss. That is too cool.”
“You’re about to get smacked by the boss.”
“Whatever does it for you, sir,” Junsu said with a bow.
Changmin smacked his head. “Out. Out. Out. All three of you.” He ushered them out, and then the door slammed.
Yoochun handed his tea back to Junsu and then slid down the wall, face in his hands.
“We could kick them out,” Junsu said.
“Changmin would be pissed. They’re paying customers.”
“Damn straight,” they heard through the door.
Jae smiled. “Well, then. Only one thing for us to do.”
“What?’ Junsu asked.
“I get to pretend to be your boyfriend.”
Silence.
Then Junsu. “What?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Come on. He comes in here, I’m assuming, knowing that this is where you work, with another guy on his arm. He’s doing it just to upset you. Get your reaction. Now, Junsu, tell me. This boy toy of his, cute, not cute?”
“Eh. Compared to you? Nothing.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Perfect.”
“Let’s do it,” Junsu said.
Yoochun stood up. “Wait just a-”
“Come on, Chunnie,” Junsu said. “It’s a great idea. Yunho is an ass and you know it.”
“All we have to do is walk through the store,” Jae said. “Let me hold your hand, ignore him, don’t look at him and we leave. Okay?”
Yoochun took a deep breath as he held eye contact with Jaejoong. Nothing in his eyes but concern and maybe a bit of pity that pissed him off, but he wasn’t going to be weak. Not anymore. Today was the day he changed.
“Alright.”
“Sweet!” Junsu crowed and did a little victory dance. But then he frowned.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“Why can’t Yunho be my ex-boyfriend? I want to hold Jaejoong’s hand.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Lure an ex-boyfriend in here, and I’ll do the same for you.”
“Why don’t you just be my boyfriend?”
“I’d make you cut your hair.”
“Oh, yeah, never mind. I like my hair.”
“Be his boyfriend, please!” Changmin shouted through the door.
“I thought you were working,” Junsu said.
“Working as much as you are.”
Yoochun smiled and led the way back to the front. “Seriously, Su, you need to quit so you and Changmin can just go out already.”
Junsu scoffed. “Whatever, man.”
At the door, Yoochun stopped and took a deep breath. Warm fingers entwined with his. He looked at Jaejoong.
Jae smiled. “You okay?”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Junsu said. “We gotta agree on some things before you guys go out there.”
“Like what?” Yoochun asked.
“Like how long you guys have been dating, where you met, I don’t know, but those kinds of things that Yunho is bound to ask me after you two leave.”
“We met at a bar, I took him home, gave him the best sex of his life and now we’ve been dating for three weeks,” Jae said.
“What?” Yoochun said.
“Best sex of his life? Lucky you, Chunnie,” Junsu said with a laugh. “I guess that works.”
Jae smiled while Yoochun stared.
“Are you gay?” Yoochun asked.
Jae shrugged. “It’s more like I don’t care.”
“Hey, flirting later, yes?” Junsu said.
Jae squeezed Yoochun’s hand and winked, “I hope you’re a good actor.”
“Oh, shit. He’s a horrible actor.”
Jae pushed them all out the door.
“Okay, okay,” Junsu said.
Jae had said not to look at him, but Yunho was the first thing Yoochun saw when they came through the doors. Jae tugged on the hand clenched in his, forcing Yoochun to put his back to the room.
“Don’t be late tomorrow night,” Jae said to Junsu. “If you’re late, you-”
“-won’t be let in,” Junsu said and waved his hand at him. “Calm down. I’ll be there.”
Yoochun ignored the rest of the things they said, and only concentrated on the presence behind him. The one coming closer. Yoochun always knew when Yunho was near, and six months away from him hadn’t changed it. A feeling of paranoia flew through him as Yunho’s heavy essence settled behind him.
“Yoochun.”
Yoochun fought off a shiver as he turned around.
Yunho hadn’t changed much. Still tall and manly and gorgeous. Brown hair, brown eyes. Designer clothes. Yoochun’s eyes flicked to the guy still sitting at their table. He looked vaguely familiar, but it wasn't the guy he found Yunho in bed with.
“How are you?” he asked.
Yoochun had to swallow.
The side of Yunho’s mouth quirked, but Yoochun wasn’t surprised. Junsu was right, he was a horrible liar. And then his hand was squeezed again. He looked at Jaejoong, saw the smile and support there and smiled back.
“Things are good,” he said without looking at Yunho.
“Good, good,” Yunho said. “And your friend?”
“This is Kim Jaejoong, my boyfriend.”
Yunho’s eyebrows rose. “Nice to meet you. Jung Yunho. The ex.”
“Ah,” Jae said. “I was wondering why my Yoo-Yum was all quiet.”
“YooYum?” Yunho asked while Junsu had trouble containing his laughter.
Jae smiled. “Yeah. I don’t have to tell you he tastes good, now do I?’
Fiery red shot up Yoochun’s cheeks, and he shoved Jaejoong a bit.
“Come on, baby,” Jae said, tugging on his hand again, “we’re going to miss our reservations. SuSu, don’t be late, okay?”
“God, I already said I wouldn’t be. Stop acting like my mom.”
“It was nice to meet you,” Jae said to Yunho, and then Yoochun was turning away from him, walking to the door. He didn’t breathe normally until they were a few feet from the café.
Jae didn’t let go of his hand, and Yoochun decided he didn’t mind.
“You alright?” Jae asked.
“Not really. I haven’t seen him in six months.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened?”
Yoochun took a deep breath. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not talk about it.”
“No problem. Sorry for prying. It’s not like I know you.”
Yoochun smiled. “Thanks though, for the help. Yunho makes me … anyway, yeah, thanks.”
Jae squeezed his hand. “No problem.”
They walked in silence, sipping at their drinks, fingers still entwined.
“So you have to work tonight?” Yoochun said. “Not a modeling job?”
“No. Bar tender.”
“How many jobs do you have?”
Jae shrugged. “Not enough. I love to work. But all of them are things I love to do, so it never seems like work.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It can be.”
At their building, Jae scrunched his face for a minute and then moved to the side. “I can’t remember the code.”
Yoochun stepped past him, reluctantly let go of his hand and entered the code to open the door. “Down left side, up right side, across the middle.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Sounds like an offer.”
Yoochun blushed again, and looked away. Damn this man for being so incredibly gorgeous.
Jae sighed.
“What?”
“I don’t want to unpack.”
“You could always live out of boxes, until everything is eventually unpacked.” Yoochun stopped at his mailbox to grab his mail.
“Don’t tempt me.”
They headed up the stairs. Yoochun turned to say goodbye, but Jae grabbed his hand.
“You know, unpacking won’t be as bad if I have company. If you’re not doing anything else.” A tiny, endearing smile touched Jae’s lips, and in that moment, Yoochun realized that Jae could show him whoever Jae wanted to be and Yoochun would believe it. Already today, Yoochun had seen him being playful, coy, flirting, sexy, jealous and even a bit mean when his friend Heechul had called.
With a final look up the stairs to the fourth floor, Yoochun sighed. He was still running away, but at least he didn’t have to be alone.
“Sure.”
He followed Jaejoong down the hall. Jae didn’t walk. He flowed. Each step precise, measured, giving his upper body a lithe grace. Jae moved liked he had no worries in the world, like he controlled everything and like all he had to do was direct that movement at you and have complete control over everything you did.
Yoochun shivered. His breath was a bit short, hands a bit clammy. Heat coiled through him as Jae unlocked the door and motioned him ahead.
Yoochun was pretty sure he imagined the energy radiating from Jae. That was until Jae grabbed his arm, shut the door and the room spun and Yoochun found himself pinned to the door, with Jaejoong’s hands on either side of his head.
“We have two choices,” Jaejoong whispered, lips perilously close to Yoochun’s. “One, we dance around each other, flirt a bit, go out a few times, until I think it’ll be alright to kiss you. Or two, we get it over with. Which one do you want?”
This really wasn’t fair. How do you ask someone that when your hips are already pressed against theirs and nothing but your cologne and underlying scent invaded their nostrils? Yoochun shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the door. There really wasn’t much of a decision. He’d already made it by not struggling or shoving Jaejoong away. Oh, and the fact that his hands had gone immediately to Jae’s hips, under the sport coat, settling, fingers clenching belt loops really contradicted any refusal he may have come up with.
“Get it over with,” Yoochun finally whispered.
“Good answer.”
Part 2: CONTROL
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