Host with the Most 10/10
Title: Host with the Most 10/10
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, (others/Yoochun)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Man, if only I owned a host club ... these boys would make me so much money. But I don't. So I can't. And I'm still poor.
Summary: Yoochun works at a "karaoke" bar called The Music Box. He needs the money, as most hosts do. He's a seasoned veteran, knows how to play the game, and never lets himself get too close to his clients.
Part 10: The Game of Life
Hours later, more drunk than sober, Yoochun tumbled into the back of a limo with Jaejoong and his friends. He had no idea where they were going, only that Jaejoong was clingy, possessive, and horny when he was drunk, and they spent the entire drive making out, hands dipping into not-for-public places, while surrounded by other rowdy drunk entertainers.
Even drunk, Yoochun knew how in love he was with the man in his lap.
“Love Hero,” he tried to say while Jaejoong’s tongue was in his mouth.
Jaejoong moaned and rocked into his lap.
When the limo stopped, they stumbled out into a parking garage, and Yoochun frowned when Jaejoong was pulled away from him, but he kept his eyes on that bright beacon, being led forward. He only did not protest because they were going the same direction. He especially didn’t mind when they were shuffled into somewhere else and led to the same bedroom, the same bed, the same arms, and then they were kissing again.
Yoochun woke up mostly naked and hot, skin sweaty where it was pressed against an equally hot and naked body. He moaned and rolled the other way, kicking off the blankets. He sighed as his skin cooled. He may have fallen asleep again. But he had to piss. And get something to drink. Wash out the weird taste in his mouth.
When he rolled onto his back, he recognized Jaejoong’s bedroom and was very glad he was somewhere familiar. He also recognized the tattooed skin next to him. With a smile, he pressed a kiss to the wings on Jaejoong’s shoulder and then rolled out of bed. His head swam, but he managed to walk (in a mostly straight line) to the bathroom. Vague images of the night before danced in his head. He remembered working, right up until about one in the morning when the customers slowed enough that he was able to join Jaejoong and his friends in room seven.
Junsu had Key mostly naked in one corner of the room, Taemin had been making out with someone, and Minho had been between two other members of Hero. He hoped they were all safe. But he was way too exhausted to do more than stagger back to bed and curl around Jaejoong’s body and sleep.
The next time he woke up, it was to the smell of coffee and hangover soup permeating the apartment. He woke up alone, but in much better control of his limbs and brain than before. A small headache throbbed in the back of his skull for a moment, and then he was up and to the bathroom again. Most of his clothes were scattered around the floor. He left them there, and went to Jaejoong’s closet for a pair of sweatpants and tanktop.
He followed the combination of laughter and hangover-moans into the kitchen.
He was aware of others around him, but he only had eyes for Jaejoong. He wore only sweatpants, sitting dangerously low on his hips, showing off curves of skin and curls of tattoo. He stirred a pot of soup, and Yoochun went right to him, pressed against his back and put his arms around Jaejoong’s tiny waist.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Good morning,” he said and turned his head enough for a sideways slightly off the mark kiss.
Yoochun’s chest rumbled with a reply.
“Coffee?”
“God please.”
Jaejoong nudged him away. “Go. This soup is almost done.”
“Good morning to you too, asshole,” Junsu mumbled. Key was leaning against his shoulder, eyes shut.
Yoochun laughed and went to the coffee pot.
“Junsu is a weak drunk,” Minwoo said from the table.
“You’re a weak man,” Junsu returned.
“So, how hard did your publicist have to work this morning?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong laughed. “Really hard. She had to coordinate with Junho and Junsu’s publicist too.”
“So a successful game?”
“Extremely.”
Yoochun took his cup of black coffee to the island and sat next to Key. He half listened as Minwoo and Junsu continued to banter back and forth, watching Jaejoong, smiling at him when he turned around and their eyes met. As soon as Jaejoong deemed the pot of soup done, he ladled some for everyone and then went to the bedrooms to check on everyone else.
“You two are nauseatingly sweet,” Key murmured and then blew on a spoonful of soup.
“Almost enough to make me throw up again,” Junsu added.
Yoochun smiled. “I can’t name what I’m feeling, but I’m pretty sure it’s love,” he said, quoting one of the Kim Twins more popular singles. He started humming it afterwards.
Junsu groaned. “I hate that song.”
A few others staggered into the kitchen, including Minho, so Yoochun was glad he did not have to worry about him. He had to make sure he sent Jinki a text telling him that the three of them were okay.
“Is Taemin here?” Yoochun asked.
“Somewhere?” Minho said, wincing. “He and Jongin, that dancer, were fucking last I heard.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Good.”
Jaejoong made sure everyone had some soup or coffee (some even spiked with his expensive bottle of whiskey). Some staggered home, some crawled back into a guest room. Hyunjoong was still passed out on the couch.
“Let’s go back to bed,” Jaejoong murmured against Yoochun’s neck.
“Tired?” Yoochun asked with a smile.
Jaejoong’s body rumbled with a laugh. “Not really, but I was thinking.”
“About what?”
“Sex.”
Junsu snorted. “When are you not?”
“Onstage.”
“Bullshit,” Minwoo said. “You take your clothes off way too often for anyone to believe that.”
Jaejoong laughed and pulled Yoochun back for another kiss. “Remember the ‘I never’ game?”
Junho groaned. “The one where you admitted to Yoochun that you are a kinky, pain junky?”
“Yep, that one.”
“Yes, I remember it,” Yoochun said.
“I thought you might want to explore what that means.”
“Ask him about Yunho,” Junsu said and waggled his eyebrows.
“God damn it, Kim Junsu!” Jaejoong shouted, spinning around.
“What about Yunho?” Yoochun asked and trailed a hand down Jaejoong’s chest and pinched the non-pierced nipple.
Jaejoong huffed even as his body shivered. “Just you know ... one time ...”
Junsu scoffed. “One time, my ass.”
Jaejoong turned his head and glared at him. “Shut. Up.”
“What about Yunho?” Yoochun asked again.
“Nothing. He’s a sadistic bastard. And we fucked a lot while we were in the same band.”
“How is Kangin straight?”
The others in the room laughed. “I have no idea.”
“Dare I ask what Yunho used to do to you? What’s the mostly painful things you’ve experienced?”
Jaejoong frowned. “Most painful? Or most amazing?”
“Same thing, for you, I guess, right?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Definitely the time I had my arms tied behind my back, nipple clamps with the chain attached to my dido and attached to the gag in my mouth. I came twice just from being spanked.”
“I walked in on that,” Junsu said. “Looked like fun. Yunho wouldn’t let me join.”
Yoochun lifted an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not sure I’m completely comfortable with toys like that, you’re going to have to teach me what you like, but I’m sure I can deny you a few orgasms and shove toys into you without any problems.”
Jaejoong moaned and rocked against him. “Please.”
“Ugh, fuck you guys,” Junho said. “Take it to your bedroom.”
Jaejoong smirked. “With pleasure.”
“Back to bed, it is.”
“Well, maybe a shower first.”
Yoochun hadn’t showered with Jaejoong yet, and afterwards, he vowed to never shower anywhere but in Jaejoong’s shower with its three showerheads, fancy controls for the shower massager and with Jaejoong’s hands on his skin, their mouths together. It took way longer than a normal shower, but it was all Jaejoong’s fault, demanding a kiss whenever he wanted one.
Yoochun’s head was still a bit light, but he was pretty sure it was from Jaejoong and not the copious amounts of alcohol from the night before.
They tumbled back to bed, literally tumbled because Jaejoong did not want to let Yoochun go long enough to actually walk.
Yoochun was okay with that.
-----
Yoochun was obsessed. More than before. He’d loved Hero for his music, and he loved Jaejoong for everything else. His brother, the little shit, actually hung up on him the other day for “gushing.”
Yoochun did not gush. Well, maybe a little. But his boyfriend was gorgeous.
And attentive. Even with the promotions and the secrecy, Jaejoong never made Yoochun feel like his thing-on-the-side or a dirty little secret. Jaejoong was not out of the closet, per say, but there were enough rumors. Jaejoong once said that if he hadn’t formed Hero then he would have already came out, but there was just more than his reputation on the line. He did not want the others to suffer as well, especially with them being so popular.
Yoochun did not mind at all.
Some fangirls had been digging and actually found Yoochun’s audition tapes and videos of him back in his trainee days. That just meant he had more fans. It was kind of nice.
If Yoochun had any complaints about his amazing, talented, breathtaking boyfriend, it was that Jaejoong kept not-so-subtly asking him to sell him some songs.
Yoohwan’s advice had been, “Stop being a dickhead. Sell him some songs.”
There were a couple songs that Yoochun had already written that he considered, some of Jaejoong’s favorites. But it felt wrong. Those songs were part of a different life. He wanted something new, something happy. Something to show Jaejoong that ... Yoochun did not know. So he contemplated.
Even the Kim Twins were bugging him about singing “Soul Mates.” Their fans loved the forbidden incest love between them, and it was just another song to exploit that.
Jaejoong had quite firmly shot that idea down. “If anyone is singing ‘Soul Mates’ it’s me. It’s my song. He wrote it for me.”
Two of the biggest idol groups in the Korean music industry were fighting over one of his songs. Yeah, life was pretty good.
Still, Yoochun tinkered on the piano, waiting for that moment of inspiration for the perfect song to sell to Jaejoong.
His cell phone rang with Jaejoong’s ringtone.
With a smile, he answered it.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Did I wake you?”
“No. Playing.”
Jaejoong hummed. “With yourself?”
“The piano,” Yoochun clarified firmly.
“Too bad. I’m nearby, do you mind if I stop by?”
“Of course not.”
“Kay. Be there soon.”
Yoochun smiled and hung up. His fingers trailed through a few notes. Notes that he liked, and he did it again and then again. It was easy after that, a sweeping melody, and then a few more trills and notes. He wrote them down, smiling at the way his hand stayed steady but his heart was fluttering double time.
Arms slid over his shoulders, lips pressed against his neck, and Yoochun smiled.
“Sounds great,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun lifted his hands from the piano and let his chair be turned and accepted Jaejoong in his lap, accepted his lips and hands and body. His hair was mussed and his hands under Jaejoong’s shirt when the other finally pulled away.
“I brought you a present,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun squeezed his waist. “I know.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Not me. An actual present, and it’s awesome. Come on.”
Yoochun held him tightly, keeping him from getting up. “Before that, I want to tell you something that isn’t clouded by the fact that you got me an awesome present.”
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow. “What?”
“I love you.”
Both eyebrows went up and Jaejoong sort of choked. “Huh?”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned up for a kiss. “I love you. Do you need me to say it again?”
Jaejoong shook his head and their lips were clinging together again, soft and then more feverish. It took a few more moments for Jaejoong to pull away, lips red and wet, eyes glazed over.
“I love you,” Jaejoong whispered.
“Good. Now I want my present.”
Jaejoong chuckled, kissed him one more time, and then got up. Their fingers entwined as Yoochun followed him from the room. He was wearing comfortable jeans, a t-shirt, normal clothes.
“Weren’t you filming something?” Yoochun asked.
“Yeah, a TV show.”
“Those are pretty boring clothes for a TV show.”
“They had a very specific wardrobe there. You’re not allowed to laugh when it comes out.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Okay. I won’t laugh where you can hear me.”
Jaejoong pouted at him. “Now, I may not give you your present.”
“Being with you is already enough of a present.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Such a line. Here.” He waved at the small bar. On it were two tickets.
Yoochun leaned over and saw, “Hero” written on them. “This isn’t much of a present,” he said. “I thought one of the perks of fucking a rock star was free concert tickets.”
“Check the location, smart ass.”
He read a little closer and then his eyes went wide. “Osaka?”
“Hero are going to Japan in a couple weeks. Plane tickets, hotel room, everything is set. I already cleared it with Jinki, and you just need to call your brother.”
Yoochun laughed and hugged him tightly. “Thank you. Fuck, thank you.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You do not get to see your brother often enough. Plus, I need to meet him. Even if you love me, you probably won’t stay with me if your brother doesn’t like me.”
“He’ll like you,” Yoochun said firmly, though he did not deny the last part. Yoohwan meant everything to him. And boyfriends came and went. He just hoped that Jaejoong stayed forever. “And I love you. Thank you so much. You are absolutely perfect.”
Jaejoong smiled just before their lips met. “Such a line.”
---
Yoochun was nervous. Hero were just as popular in Japan as they were in Korea, and finding a private location to meet his brother ended up being too difficult. So he was coming to Yoochun’s hotel room. Hero had their own hotel a bit closer to the concert venue, and Yoochun’s hotel was close to his brother’s school.
He really wanted to make out with Jaejoong to calm his nerves, but that would be bad if his brother walked in to them mostly naked and covered with come and even more hickys. So instead, he paced. Jaejoong lounged on the couch, a drink in his hand. Hero had rehearsal earlier for their concert tomorrow, and Jaejoong was going to stay over with Yoochun tonight before final rehearsals tomorrow. Their plane for Tokyo left almost as soon as the concert was over, so tonight was the only time during the week-long tour that Yoochun was going to see him.
His return flight was a week after that. Jaejoong had given him a two-week vacation just to spend time with his brother.
Yoochun loved that he had a boyfriend who understood how important Yoohwan was to him. But still, he was nervous. Yoohwan liked Hero almost as much as Yoochun did, but that didn’t mean that he was going to like Jaejoong. And he better not like Jaejoong as much as Yoochun did.
He jerked at a sudden, loud knock on the door. In the few moments he took to collect himself, Jaejoong beat him to the door. He opened it with a big smile and said, “Hey. Come on in. Your brother is freaking himself out.”
Yoohwan laughed and stepped into the room. He still wore his school uniform. He took off his shoes. “Yeah, he does that a lot. You should have seen him when he was trying to convince himself to let himself actually date you.”
“Hey,” Yoochun protested.
Jaejoong laughed. “It’s really nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Yoohwan said. He bowed and then tilted his head. “I sort of thought you’d be taller though.”
“Yoohwan!”
Jaejoong only laughed. “I get that a lot actually. I wear boots with high heels a lot. Come on. I promised your brother I wouldn’t give you any soju, but I have some rum if you’re interested.”
“Jaejoong!”
Yoohwan smirked over at Yoochun and said, “We can trade embarrassing stories.”
“This is a bad idea. Jaejoong, you have to--”
Yoohwan flung his arm around Yoochun’s shoulder and Yoochun huffed and hugged him. “Missed you, hyung,” Yoohwan whispered.
Yoochun held him a bit tighter. “Missed you too.”
“So glad you're not hosting anymore. Or, you know, like you were.”
“Me, too.”
“So glad someone was able to put a smile on your face.”
Yoochun met Jaejoong’s eyes across the room and smiled. “Me, too.”
Part 9: The Game Changes
Part 8: Sexy Games
Part 7: The Game of Music
Part 6: The Confession Game
Part 5: The Dating Game
Part 4: The Telephone Game
Part 3: The Rules of the Game
Part 2: The Getting-To-Know-You Game
Part 1: The Drinking Game
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, (others/Yoochun)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Man, if only I owned a host club ... these boys would make me so much money. But I don't. So I can't. And I'm still poor.
Summary: Yoochun works at a "karaoke" bar called The Music Box. He needs the money, as most hosts do. He's a seasoned veteran, knows how to play the game, and never lets himself get too close to his clients.
Part 10: The Game of Life
Hours later, more drunk than sober, Yoochun tumbled into the back of a limo with Jaejoong and his friends. He had no idea where they were going, only that Jaejoong was clingy, possessive, and horny when he was drunk, and they spent the entire drive making out, hands dipping into not-for-public places, while surrounded by other rowdy drunk entertainers.
Even drunk, Yoochun knew how in love he was with the man in his lap.
“Love Hero,” he tried to say while Jaejoong’s tongue was in his mouth.
Jaejoong moaned and rocked into his lap.
When the limo stopped, they stumbled out into a parking garage, and Yoochun frowned when Jaejoong was pulled away from him, but he kept his eyes on that bright beacon, being led forward. He only did not protest because they were going the same direction. He especially didn’t mind when they were shuffled into somewhere else and led to the same bedroom, the same bed, the same arms, and then they were kissing again.
Yoochun woke up mostly naked and hot, skin sweaty where it was pressed against an equally hot and naked body. He moaned and rolled the other way, kicking off the blankets. He sighed as his skin cooled. He may have fallen asleep again. But he had to piss. And get something to drink. Wash out the weird taste in his mouth.
When he rolled onto his back, he recognized Jaejoong’s bedroom and was very glad he was somewhere familiar. He also recognized the tattooed skin next to him. With a smile, he pressed a kiss to the wings on Jaejoong’s shoulder and then rolled out of bed. His head swam, but he managed to walk (in a mostly straight line) to the bathroom. Vague images of the night before danced in his head. He remembered working, right up until about one in the morning when the customers slowed enough that he was able to join Jaejoong and his friends in room seven.
Junsu had Key mostly naked in one corner of the room, Taemin had been making out with someone, and Minho had been between two other members of Hero. He hoped they were all safe. But he was way too exhausted to do more than stagger back to bed and curl around Jaejoong’s body and sleep.
The next time he woke up, it was to the smell of coffee and hangover soup permeating the apartment. He woke up alone, but in much better control of his limbs and brain than before. A small headache throbbed in the back of his skull for a moment, and then he was up and to the bathroom again. Most of his clothes were scattered around the floor. He left them there, and went to Jaejoong’s closet for a pair of sweatpants and tanktop.
He followed the combination of laughter and hangover-moans into the kitchen.
He was aware of others around him, but he only had eyes for Jaejoong. He wore only sweatpants, sitting dangerously low on his hips, showing off curves of skin and curls of tattoo. He stirred a pot of soup, and Yoochun went right to him, pressed against his back and put his arms around Jaejoong’s tiny waist.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Good morning,” he said and turned his head enough for a sideways slightly off the mark kiss.
Yoochun’s chest rumbled with a reply.
“Coffee?”
“God please.”
Jaejoong nudged him away. “Go. This soup is almost done.”
“Good morning to you too, asshole,” Junsu mumbled. Key was leaning against his shoulder, eyes shut.
Yoochun laughed and went to the coffee pot.
“Junsu is a weak drunk,” Minwoo said from the table.
“You’re a weak man,” Junsu returned.
“So, how hard did your publicist have to work this morning?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong laughed. “Really hard. She had to coordinate with Junho and Junsu’s publicist too.”
“So a successful game?”
“Extremely.”
Yoochun took his cup of black coffee to the island and sat next to Key. He half listened as Minwoo and Junsu continued to banter back and forth, watching Jaejoong, smiling at him when he turned around and their eyes met. As soon as Jaejoong deemed the pot of soup done, he ladled some for everyone and then went to the bedrooms to check on everyone else.
“You two are nauseatingly sweet,” Key murmured and then blew on a spoonful of soup.
“Almost enough to make me throw up again,” Junsu added.
Yoochun smiled. “I can’t name what I’m feeling, but I’m pretty sure it’s love,” he said, quoting one of the Kim Twins more popular singles. He started humming it afterwards.
Junsu groaned. “I hate that song.”
A few others staggered into the kitchen, including Minho, so Yoochun was glad he did not have to worry about him. He had to make sure he sent Jinki a text telling him that the three of them were okay.
“Is Taemin here?” Yoochun asked.
“Somewhere?” Minho said, wincing. “He and Jongin, that dancer, were fucking last I heard.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Good.”
Jaejoong made sure everyone had some soup or coffee (some even spiked with his expensive bottle of whiskey). Some staggered home, some crawled back into a guest room. Hyunjoong was still passed out on the couch.
“Let’s go back to bed,” Jaejoong murmured against Yoochun’s neck.
“Tired?” Yoochun asked with a smile.
Jaejoong’s body rumbled with a laugh. “Not really, but I was thinking.”
“About what?”
“Sex.”
Junsu snorted. “When are you not?”
“Onstage.”
“Bullshit,” Minwoo said. “You take your clothes off way too often for anyone to believe that.”
Jaejoong laughed and pulled Yoochun back for another kiss. “Remember the ‘I never’ game?”
Junho groaned. “The one where you admitted to Yoochun that you are a kinky, pain junky?”
“Yep, that one.”
“Yes, I remember it,” Yoochun said.
“I thought you might want to explore what that means.”
“Ask him about Yunho,” Junsu said and waggled his eyebrows.
“God damn it, Kim Junsu!” Jaejoong shouted, spinning around.
“What about Yunho?” Yoochun asked and trailed a hand down Jaejoong’s chest and pinched the non-pierced nipple.
Jaejoong huffed even as his body shivered. “Just you know ... one time ...”
Junsu scoffed. “One time, my ass.”
Jaejoong turned his head and glared at him. “Shut. Up.”
“What about Yunho?” Yoochun asked again.
“Nothing. He’s a sadistic bastard. And we fucked a lot while we were in the same band.”
“How is Kangin straight?”
The others in the room laughed. “I have no idea.”
“Dare I ask what Yunho used to do to you? What’s the mostly painful things you’ve experienced?”
Jaejoong frowned. “Most painful? Or most amazing?”
“Same thing, for you, I guess, right?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Definitely the time I had my arms tied behind my back, nipple clamps with the chain attached to my dido and attached to the gag in my mouth. I came twice just from being spanked.”
“I walked in on that,” Junsu said. “Looked like fun. Yunho wouldn’t let me join.”
Yoochun lifted an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not sure I’m completely comfortable with toys like that, you’re going to have to teach me what you like, but I’m sure I can deny you a few orgasms and shove toys into you without any problems.”
Jaejoong moaned and rocked against him. “Please.”
“Ugh, fuck you guys,” Junho said. “Take it to your bedroom.”
Jaejoong smirked. “With pleasure.”
“Back to bed, it is.”
“Well, maybe a shower first.”
Yoochun hadn’t showered with Jaejoong yet, and afterwards, he vowed to never shower anywhere but in Jaejoong’s shower with its three showerheads, fancy controls for the shower massager and with Jaejoong’s hands on his skin, their mouths together. It took way longer than a normal shower, but it was all Jaejoong’s fault, demanding a kiss whenever he wanted one.
Yoochun’s head was still a bit light, but he was pretty sure it was from Jaejoong and not the copious amounts of alcohol from the night before.
They tumbled back to bed, literally tumbled because Jaejoong did not want to let Yoochun go long enough to actually walk.
Yoochun was okay with that.
-----
Yoochun was obsessed. More than before. He’d loved Hero for his music, and he loved Jaejoong for everything else. His brother, the little shit, actually hung up on him the other day for “gushing.”
Yoochun did not gush. Well, maybe a little. But his boyfriend was gorgeous.
And attentive. Even with the promotions and the secrecy, Jaejoong never made Yoochun feel like his thing-on-the-side or a dirty little secret. Jaejoong was not out of the closet, per say, but there were enough rumors. Jaejoong once said that if he hadn’t formed Hero then he would have already came out, but there was just more than his reputation on the line. He did not want the others to suffer as well, especially with them being so popular.
Yoochun did not mind at all.
Some fangirls had been digging and actually found Yoochun’s audition tapes and videos of him back in his trainee days. That just meant he had more fans. It was kind of nice.
If Yoochun had any complaints about his amazing, talented, breathtaking boyfriend, it was that Jaejoong kept not-so-subtly asking him to sell him some songs.
Yoohwan’s advice had been, “Stop being a dickhead. Sell him some songs.”
There were a couple songs that Yoochun had already written that he considered, some of Jaejoong’s favorites. But it felt wrong. Those songs were part of a different life. He wanted something new, something happy. Something to show Jaejoong that ... Yoochun did not know. So he contemplated.
Even the Kim Twins were bugging him about singing “Soul Mates.” Their fans loved the forbidden incest love between them, and it was just another song to exploit that.
Jaejoong had quite firmly shot that idea down. “If anyone is singing ‘Soul Mates’ it’s me. It’s my song. He wrote it for me.”
Two of the biggest idol groups in the Korean music industry were fighting over one of his songs. Yeah, life was pretty good.
Still, Yoochun tinkered on the piano, waiting for that moment of inspiration for the perfect song to sell to Jaejoong.
His cell phone rang with Jaejoong’s ringtone.
With a smile, he answered it.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Did I wake you?”
“No. Playing.”
Jaejoong hummed. “With yourself?”
“The piano,” Yoochun clarified firmly.
“Too bad. I’m nearby, do you mind if I stop by?”
“Of course not.”
“Kay. Be there soon.”
Yoochun smiled and hung up. His fingers trailed through a few notes. Notes that he liked, and he did it again and then again. It was easy after that, a sweeping melody, and then a few more trills and notes. He wrote them down, smiling at the way his hand stayed steady but his heart was fluttering double time.
Arms slid over his shoulders, lips pressed against his neck, and Yoochun smiled.
“Sounds great,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun lifted his hands from the piano and let his chair be turned and accepted Jaejoong in his lap, accepted his lips and hands and body. His hair was mussed and his hands under Jaejoong’s shirt when the other finally pulled away.
“I brought you a present,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun squeezed his waist. “I know.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Not me. An actual present, and it’s awesome. Come on.”
Yoochun held him tightly, keeping him from getting up. “Before that, I want to tell you something that isn’t clouded by the fact that you got me an awesome present.”
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow. “What?”
“I love you.”
Both eyebrows went up and Jaejoong sort of choked. “Huh?”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned up for a kiss. “I love you. Do you need me to say it again?”
Jaejoong shook his head and their lips were clinging together again, soft and then more feverish. It took a few more moments for Jaejoong to pull away, lips red and wet, eyes glazed over.
“I love you,” Jaejoong whispered.
“Good. Now I want my present.”
Jaejoong chuckled, kissed him one more time, and then got up. Their fingers entwined as Yoochun followed him from the room. He was wearing comfortable jeans, a t-shirt, normal clothes.
“Weren’t you filming something?” Yoochun asked.
“Yeah, a TV show.”
“Those are pretty boring clothes for a TV show.”
“They had a very specific wardrobe there. You’re not allowed to laugh when it comes out.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Okay. I won’t laugh where you can hear me.”
Jaejoong pouted at him. “Now, I may not give you your present.”
“Being with you is already enough of a present.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Such a line. Here.” He waved at the small bar. On it were two tickets.
Yoochun leaned over and saw, “Hero” written on them. “This isn’t much of a present,” he said. “I thought one of the perks of fucking a rock star was free concert tickets.”
“Check the location, smart ass.”
He read a little closer and then his eyes went wide. “Osaka?”
“Hero are going to Japan in a couple weeks. Plane tickets, hotel room, everything is set. I already cleared it with Jinki, and you just need to call your brother.”
Yoochun laughed and hugged him tightly. “Thank you. Fuck, thank you.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You do not get to see your brother often enough. Plus, I need to meet him. Even if you love me, you probably won’t stay with me if your brother doesn’t like me.”
“He’ll like you,” Yoochun said firmly, though he did not deny the last part. Yoohwan meant everything to him. And boyfriends came and went. He just hoped that Jaejoong stayed forever. “And I love you. Thank you so much. You are absolutely perfect.”
Jaejoong smiled just before their lips met. “Such a line.”
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Yoochun was nervous. Hero were just as popular in Japan as they were in Korea, and finding a private location to meet his brother ended up being too difficult. So he was coming to Yoochun’s hotel room. Hero had their own hotel a bit closer to the concert venue, and Yoochun’s hotel was close to his brother’s school.
He really wanted to make out with Jaejoong to calm his nerves, but that would be bad if his brother walked in to them mostly naked and covered with come and even more hickys. So instead, he paced. Jaejoong lounged on the couch, a drink in his hand. Hero had rehearsal earlier for their concert tomorrow, and Jaejoong was going to stay over with Yoochun tonight before final rehearsals tomorrow. Their plane for Tokyo left almost as soon as the concert was over, so tonight was the only time during the week-long tour that Yoochun was going to see him.
His return flight was a week after that. Jaejoong had given him a two-week vacation just to spend time with his brother.
Yoochun loved that he had a boyfriend who understood how important Yoohwan was to him. But still, he was nervous. Yoohwan liked Hero almost as much as Yoochun did, but that didn’t mean that he was going to like Jaejoong. And he better not like Jaejoong as much as Yoochun did.
He jerked at a sudden, loud knock on the door. In the few moments he took to collect himself, Jaejoong beat him to the door. He opened it with a big smile and said, “Hey. Come on in. Your brother is freaking himself out.”
Yoohwan laughed and stepped into the room. He still wore his school uniform. He took off his shoes. “Yeah, he does that a lot. You should have seen him when he was trying to convince himself to let himself actually date you.”
“Hey,” Yoochun protested.
Jaejoong laughed. “It’s really nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Yoohwan said. He bowed and then tilted his head. “I sort of thought you’d be taller though.”
“Yoohwan!”
Jaejoong only laughed. “I get that a lot actually. I wear boots with high heels a lot. Come on. I promised your brother I wouldn’t give you any soju, but I have some rum if you’re interested.”
“Jaejoong!”
Yoohwan smirked over at Yoochun and said, “We can trade embarrassing stories.”
“This is a bad idea. Jaejoong, you have to--”
Yoohwan flung his arm around Yoochun’s shoulder and Yoochun huffed and hugged him. “Missed you, hyung,” Yoohwan whispered.
Yoochun held him a bit tighter. “Missed you too.”
“So glad you're not hosting anymore. Or, you know, like you were.”
“Me, too.”
“So glad someone was able to put a smile on your face.”
Yoochun met Jaejoong’s eyes across the room and smiled. “Me, too.”
Part 9: The Game Changes
Part 8: Sexy Games
Part 7: The Game of Music
Part 6: The Confession Game
Part 5: The Dating Game
Part 4: The Telephone Game
Part 3: The Rules of the Game
Part 2: The Getting-To-Know-You Game
Part 1: The Drinking Game
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