Too Much To Ask. [2/4]
Title: Too Much To Ask [2/4]
Summary: Yunho had met him one night. One night of sweaty bodies and careless words and burning touches. But that one night had become a nagging addiction and that one night had turned into an occasional occurrence, then it became regular...until Jaejoong had started living with him.f
Disclaimer: I WANT to own them.
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, AU
Rating: R
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Yunho thought his life was probably better without him.
Two years after he had last seen Jaejoong, it seemed like he was on top of everything.
He had proven himself in their business, earning more respect and influence in the company. His hard work always paid off, and his ideas were never overlooked. His father had told him that in a few years time, he was ready to take over it.
On a more personal note, he had also found a loving partner. He was engaged to a pretty woman named Song Haeyoung, daughter of one of their business partners.
She was perfect; respectable, beautiful...rich. Both of their parents were more than thrilled to hear about the engagement. It was a good tie, between family…and their companies.
She would greet Yunho when he came home from work. Despite the maids in their house (a gift, Mrs. Jung insisted on the couple), she made him dinner. She helped him relax after stressful days. She made him smile. And she never needed to ask Yunho for anything.
In return, he spoiled her with things she didn’t even request of him. He took her to romantic dinners, held her in her sleep and whispered sweet promises of their future together.
They hold hands in the public. They appear together in press conferences. They spend afternoons planning their potential life as a married couple. They kiss, take showers together, make love.
It was perfect. She was perfect. They were perfect. Jung Yunho’s life was perfect.
Perhaps Yunho was right, life was probably better for him, even without Jaejoong.
…this is why it was such a ridiculous play of fate when, in one summer, a little bit over two years after Jaejoong left, he had found himself in the heady city of Tokyo.
He and his fiancée were there on a trip to check up on the models who were supposedly going to give their establishments a new image. It was a task somebody else could’ve done, but Haeyoung loved getting involved with the creative aspects of the company and both of them agreed that it would be a good pre-honeymoon vacation.
The couple spent their time going to and fro from meetings and consultations about advertising; meeting models, photographers and visiting shoots.
Haeyoung was clinging onto Yunho’s arm one afternoon as they watched a tall, porcelain skinned Japanese girl pose for the camera when the opening of the door from outside of the studio was heard. Neither of them turned to look, but the art director, one of the most renowned in Japan, clasped his hand together in sheer excitement.
“Ahhh! He’s here, he’s here!” He pulls Haeyoung off Yunho, the two of them proceed to the entrance.
Yunho remains in his spot and catches a little bit of the director’s voice as they drift further away from him.
“This man is a natural”
“You’ll never meet anyone as alluring as him”
“When he looks at you, you’re goner!”
“There’s no other person more perfect for your bars’ outlets’ new image but him. Sexy. Perplexing. Seductive…but totally high class and expensive looking”
“Look at those eyes, aren’t those eyes captivating? You should see him when he poses, his body is also perfect”
“He’s only been in the industry for about two years but he’s flawless.”
“Ah…and he’s Korean too, don’t you know?”
“Song Haeyoung, please meet Youngwoung Jaejoong.”
Yunho freezes and his face suddenly goes cold.
Could he be…?
“And I should also introduce you to her lovely husband…” the director pauses with a small laugh. “I mean future husband…”
Yunho turns around and his heart almost stops at the voice he hears.
“Jung Yunho.” His name rolls off Youngwoung Jaejoong’s tongue as the other finishes for the art director.
“You know him?” the director asks.
Haeyoung approaches Yunho and takes his shaking hand.
Jaejoong scratches his head. “Ah. No. Yes. It’s just that I also keep track of Korean news…” he bites his lips, “They’re everywhere you know” He laughs a little “…with that romantic candle lit dinner proposal by Mr. Jung…and the reports on the diamond ring…and pictures of them wandering around Seoul…” He trails off.
Yunho feels his fiancée tighten the hold of his hand. “Aren’t I lucky then Youngwoung?” She smiles in the friendliest way.
Yunho holds his breath, not knowing how his past lover would take the question, but Jaejoong dared look him in the eye with no fear nor hurt. “Yes, yes, you are lucky to find someone like him.” He answers Haeyoung but doesn't tear his eyes away from Yunho.
Haeyoong kisses Yunho sweetly on the lips before she says thank you to the model.
Jaejoong gives off a little bow. “It 's a pleasure meeting you Haeyoung-sshi, Yunho-sshi” he offers his hand to both of them.
Yunho stares at the extended hand in front of him, his mind debating whether he should take it or not. He is keen on not letting the moment last too long and finally extends his own.
Their hands meet and Yunho fights the urge to pull away earlier than he should. God, that touch, it had been two years.
They finally let go and Jaejoong excuses himself to get prepared for shooting. Yunho follows his figure and he catches Jaejoong taking one last glance of him and his fiancée. Yunho couldn’t decide if it was a glint of jealousy he had seen in Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Yunho, are you okay? You’re hands are suddenly cold and you're shaking”
He looks at Haeyoung and kisses her, “I’m fine. Maybe we should go out for coffee or something, I probably just need something warm to drink”
Yunho tries to pretend nothing is wrong.
For the next few days, Yunho had found himself going in and out of photoshoots, ones with Jaejoong as the model.
He needed a little getting used to, watching his past lover.
He knew Youngwoung Jaejoong was still the Kim Jaejoong he had known from before, but there was something about him that made him…even more enthralling now. He had more confidence, and that hint of mischief emanating from him even from before was more entrancing. Yunho would’ve thought that Kim Jaejoong couldn’t get any more alluring, but he was wrong. It was so much easier to get lost in him now.
The presence of the other man was starting to become excruciating and just when Yunho was on the verge of swearing he would never come back to a shoot again…Jaejoong decides to play a game.
The location was in a bar. Yunho sits in one of the chairs on the darker parts of the extent. He watches Jaejoong as he works his magic in front of the camera. He’s been going at it for the past few hours. It was totally fine in the beginning, until later on...Jaejoong started eyeing Yunho in some of his shots, giving him smirks from time to time. And Yunho could do nothing but stare back and hold his breath.
It was amazing how Jaejoong still had such an effect on him.
Yunho couldn’t express how much he wanted everything to end already. The room had suddenly felt so warm to him, and he had already felt that strange sensation building up in him. It was, maybe, best for him if the shoot ended, but Jaejoong had other plans.
“Hyung~” He tells the photographer with a mischievous smirk on his lips. “I know we have a lot of shots already, but can we take a few more for my portfolio? I mean, we might find better stuff you can use…and I’m sure director-sshi won’t mind”
Unsurprisingly, the photographer couldn’t say no. What Jaejoong wanted, Jaejoong got.
Yunho knew this shoot was going to be edgier, but the extra photos Jaejoong was taking could drive any person crazy.
Jaejoong had been wearing a plain V-neck shirt which occasionally pulls up for some of the poses. Yunho curses under his breath as Jaejoong eyes him as he licks his lips for the camera to capture.
Next, Jaejoong takes a cherry and puts it to his lips, sticking his tongue out to lick around it before he takes it to his mouth. Looking at Yunho, he sinks his teeth to half of the damn piece of fruit and red juice finds its way dripping from the corner of his lips.
Jaejoong then lies on the counter and puts his hands to his mouth, dabbing his tongue on the small amount of cherry juice that had been left on it. He looks at Yunho again, his eyes almost…almost looking as if he wanted him then and there.
Yunho takes a moment to breathe in. He feels his pants tighten and he awkwardly shifts in his chair, crossing his legs to put a little bit of pressure on his cock, hoping to relieve himself a little. God, what was he doing? He was feeling a sudden need for touch…to be touched.
He watches as Jaejoong’s hand lifts his shirt and runs across his abdomen. It then finds its way to the hem of his pants, pulling it down far enough to show his pelvic lines.
“Kim Jaejoong-sshi!” Yunho snaps out from the sensual trance as he hears the photographer scold him a little.
“Ahh! Hyung, was that too much?” he sits up immediately and laughs. “Gomen-ne, hyung! You know my next target is to be on the cover of An-An!” He makes a funny face and the photographer only shakes his head amusingly.
Yunho scoffs, as if Jaejoong didn't know what he was doing.
“Ah. Let’s take a break, Jae”
Yunho doesn’t know where Jaejoong headed in the break but he finds himself in one of the cubicles of the men’s room. With his pants pulled down to his knees, he grips his and slides his hand up and down fervently on his cock.
He teases the tip of his own manhood with his finger coated with precum. He closes his eyes with the images of Jaejoong on that counter top, he, making him scream and writhe underneath him. He could almost taste the cherry mixed with the taste of Jaejoong’s mouth. He drowns in the fantasy of that smirk plastered on Jaejoong’s face as he looks up to him before sucking his cock.
Fuck. Jaejoong looked so fuckable in the shoot, he is reminded how he missed Jaejoong, how strong the sensations the other man could make him feel.
Jung Yunho was masturbating in the middle of the day, in a cramped up cubicle of some random bar in Tokyo, and it was all because of Kim Jaejoong. Only Kim Jaejoong.
He uses his hand to support himself on the wall of the cubicle as his other hand increases its pace.
“Jaejoong” he grunts as he finally finds his release. He takes a few deep breaths and leans his head against the door before he quickly cleans himself and puts up his pants.
When he opens the door, big doe eyes greet him. Surprise was all over Jaejoong’s face.
A million thoughts were running in Yunho’s head. He was there when Yunho was touching himself wasn’t he? He had heard him, his grunts, his moans…the way he called out his name while jerking off. Shamelessly, although Yunho knew he should be embarrassed, the thought of Jaejoong knowing how much he lusted for him had turned him on once more.
They stare at each other in the eye for what seemed to be forever.
“Yun-” Jaejoong doesn’t even get to finish his sentence as Yunho finds himself unbearably wanting Jaejoong again. Their lips clash and Jaejoong was pushed back, his body half sitting against the sink.
It was a frenzy of tongue, teeth, saliva and moans. They hold on to each other as if an inch apart would kill them.
Oh God. Yunho missed this, the feel of Jaejoong’s tongue dancing with his, the feel of his hand under Jaejoong’s shirt, their hips grinding each other.
Suddenly it wasn’t the same anymore, it wasn’t the same as when he fantasized about Jaejoong minutes ago. It wasn’t the same because now, it was not just about lust or want…he felt as if holding Jaejoong was the only thing he wanted in his life.
In that moment, as Yunho held Jaejoong and felt his skin against him, and he remembers that his life wasn’t better after all.
He remembers how, in those two years he was gone, there were nights when he couldn’t sleep, just thinking about the other man.
He remembers how he wakes up in the middle of the night and touches himself to the thoughts of a certain Kim Jaejoong; he remembers the days when his skin feels like burning from want, just by the memories of his past lover's pale skin against his.
He remembers the days when he looks at the ceiling of his room and imagines how his life could’ve been if he had chosen Jaejoong; how when his phone rings, a part of him hopes that it was finally a reply, answering back the hundreds of messages he had left before.
Jung Yunho had thought he was on top of it all until he remembered his heart, still, actually belonged to Kim Jaejoong.
“I’m sorry” he managed to say as he sucked on the other man’s neck, Jaejoong did nothing but grip Yunho’s shoulder tighter and turn his neck, allowing further access.
“Jaejoong-ah…” Yunho pulls away, and their frantic actions take a pause. “Jaejong-ah…I called you, everything…I tried.”
Jajeoong shuts him up with another kiss, but pulls away before it gets any deeper. “Yunho…you have a fiancée” he breathes out.
“I don’t care.” Yunho opens the zipper to Jaejoong’s pants. Haeyoung…at that moment, she was nothing. Whatever they had, whatever they shared, it was thrown away with the bliss of being with Jaejoong again.
Jaejoong closes his eyes as he feels Yunho’s hand on his cock. He moans to the touch and lets out a little moan as a silent plead.
He was not the same Kim Jaejoong as two years ago. He may not look at Yunho the same way he did before, but God, he missed the wonders Yunho could do to him.
He smirks and makes a decision, with that once shattered heart of his.
This could be fun, he thinks.
Jaejoong knew this was wrong, but Yunho had not been fair to him before either.
He leans to Yunho’s ear and licks the spot under it before he whispers with hidden intentions, “Yunnie-yah…I want you.”
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A/N: I had so much trouble with this because I couldn't write in a style consistent with the first part. I apologize for bad writing and errors, most of this was written on stressful, sleepless school nights. ;~;
On a brighter note, I am very thankful of everyone's comments. I was a little bit busy with school over the week so I didn't get to reply to everyone, but I have read and I appreciate all of them *yunjae cookies for everyone*
And as you all might have noticed, I've changed it to 4 parts! As I was writing, I couldn't help but add more developments to the story. XD
Summary: Yunho had met him one night. One night of sweaty bodies and careless words and burning touches. But that one night had become a nagging addiction and that one night had turned into an occasional occurrence, then it became regular...until Jaejoong had started living with him.f
Disclaimer: I WANT to own them.
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, AU
Rating: R
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Yunho thought his life was probably better without him.
Two years after he had last seen Jaejoong, it seemed like he was on top of everything.
He had proven himself in their business, earning more respect and influence in the company. His hard work always paid off, and his ideas were never overlooked. His father had told him that in a few years time, he was ready to take over it.
On a more personal note, he had also found a loving partner. He was engaged to a pretty woman named Song Haeyoung, daughter of one of their business partners.
She was perfect; respectable, beautiful...rich. Both of their parents were more than thrilled to hear about the engagement. It was a good tie, between family…and their companies.
She would greet Yunho when he came home from work. Despite the maids in their house (a gift, Mrs. Jung insisted on the couple), she made him dinner. She helped him relax after stressful days. She made him smile. And she never needed to ask Yunho for anything.
In return, he spoiled her with things she didn’t even request of him. He took her to romantic dinners, held her in her sleep and whispered sweet promises of their future together.
They hold hands in the public. They appear together in press conferences. They spend afternoons planning their potential life as a married couple. They kiss, take showers together, make love.
It was perfect. She was perfect. They were perfect. Jung Yunho’s life was perfect.
Perhaps Yunho was right, life was probably better for him, even without Jaejoong.
…this is why it was such a ridiculous play of fate when, in one summer, a little bit over two years after Jaejoong left, he had found himself in the heady city of Tokyo.
He and his fiancée were there on a trip to check up on the models who were supposedly going to give their establishments a new image. It was a task somebody else could’ve done, but Haeyoung loved getting involved with the creative aspects of the company and both of them agreed that it would be a good pre-honeymoon vacation.
The couple spent their time going to and fro from meetings and consultations about advertising; meeting models, photographers and visiting shoots.
Haeyoung was clinging onto Yunho’s arm one afternoon as they watched a tall, porcelain skinned Japanese girl pose for the camera when the opening of the door from outside of the studio was heard. Neither of them turned to look, but the art director, one of the most renowned in Japan, clasped his hand together in sheer excitement.
“Ahhh! He’s here, he’s here!” He pulls Haeyoung off Yunho, the two of them proceed to the entrance.
Yunho remains in his spot and catches a little bit of the director’s voice as they drift further away from him.
“This man is a natural”
“You’ll never meet anyone as alluring as him”
“When he looks at you, you’re goner!”
“There’s no other person more perfect for your bars’ outlets’ new image but him. Sexy. Perplexing. Seductive…but totally high class and expensive looking”
“Look at those eyes, aren’t those eyes captivating? You should see him when he poses, his body is also perfect”
“He’s only been in the industry for about two years but he’s flawless.”
“Ah…and he’s Korean too, don’t you know?”
“Song Haeyoung, please meet Youngwoung Jaejoong.”
Yunho freezes and his face suddenly goes cold.
Could he be…?
“And I should also introduce you to her lovely husband…” the director pauses with a small laugh. “I mean future husband…”
Yunho turns around and his heart almost stops at the voice he hears.
“Jung Yunho.” His name rolls off Youngwoung Jaejoong’s tongue as the other finishes for the art director.
“You know him?” the director asks.
Haeyoung approaches Yunho and takes his shaking hand.
Jaejoong scratches his head. “Ah. No. Yes. It’s just that I also keep track of Korean news…” he bites his lips, “They’re everywhere you know” He laughs a little “…with that romantic candle lit dinner proposal by Mr. Jung…and the reports on the diamond ring…and pictures of them wandering around Seoul…” He trails off.
Yunho feels his fiancée tighten the hold of his hand. “Aren’t I lucky then Youngwoung?” She smiles in the friendliest way.
Yunho holds his breath, not knowing how his past lover would take the question, but Jaejoong dared look him in the eye with no fear nor hurt. “Yes, yes, you are lucky to find someone like him.” He answers Haeyoung but doesn't tear his eyes away from Yunho.
Haeyoong kisses Yunho sweetly on the lips before she says thank you to the model.
Jaejoong gives off a little bow. “It 's a pleasure meeting you Haeyoung-sshi, Yunho-sshi” he offers his hand to both of them.
Yunho stares at the extended hand in front of him, his mind debating whether he should take it or not. He is keen on not letting the moment last too long and finally extends his own.
Their hands meet and Yunho fights the urge to pull away earlier than he should. God, that touch, it had been two years.
They finally let go and Jaejoong excuses himself to get prepared for shooting. Yunho follows his figure and he catches Jaejoong taking one last glance of him and his fiancée. Yunho couldn’t decide if it was a glint of jealousy he had seen in Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Yunho, are you okay? You’re hands are suddenly cold and you're shaking”
He looks at Haeyoung and kisses her, “I’m fine. Maybe we should go out for coffee or something, I probably just need something warm to drink”
Yunho tries to pretend nothing is wrong.
For the next few days, Yunho had found himself going in and out of photoshoots, ones with Jaejoong as the model.
He needed a little getting used to, watching his past lover.
He knew Youngwoung Jaejoong was still the Kim Jaejoong he had known from before, but there was something about him that made him…even more enthralling now. He had more confidence, and that hint of mischief emanating from him even from before was more entrancing. Yunho would’ve thought that Kim Jaejoong couldn’t get any more alluring, but he was wrong. It was so much easier to get lost in him now.
The presence of the other man was starting to become excruciating and just when Yunho was on the verge of swearing he would never come back to a shoot again…Jaejoong decides to play a game.
The location was in a bar. Yunho sits in one of the chairs on the darker parts of the extent. He watches Jaejoong as he works his magic in front of the camera. He’s been going at it for the past few hours. It was totally fine in the beginning, until later on...Jaejoong started eyeing Yunho in some of his shots, giving him smirks from time to time. And Yunho could do nothing but stare back and hold his breath.
It was amazing how Jaejoong still had such an effect on him.
Yunho couldn’t express how much he wanted everything to end already. The room had suddenly felt so warm to him, and he had already felt that strange sensation building up in him. It was, maybe, best for him if the shoot ended, but Jaejoong had other plans.
“Hyung~” He tells the photographer with a mischievous smirk on his lips. “I know we have a lot of shots already, but can we take a few more for my portfolio? I mean, we might find better stuff you can use…and I’m sure director-sshi won’t mind”
Unsurprisingly, the photographer couldn’t say no. What Jaejoong wanted, Jaejoong got.
Yunho knew this shoot was going to be edgier, but the extra photos Jaejoong was taking could drive any person crazy.
Jaejoong had been wearing a plain V-neck shirt which occasionally pulls up for some of the poses. Yunho curses under his breath as Jaejoong eyes him as he licks his lips for the camera to capture.
Next, Jaejoong takes a cherry and puts it to his lips, sticking his tongue out to lick around it before he takes it to his mouth. Looking at Yunho, he sinks his teeth to half of the damn piece of fruit and red juice finds its way dripping from the corner of his lips.
Jaejoong then lies on the counter and puts his hands to his mouth, dabbing his tongue on the small amount of cherry juice that had been left on it. He looks at Yunho again, his eyes almost…almost looking as if he wanted him then and there.
Yunho takes a moment to breathe in. He feels his pants tighten and he awkwardly shifts in his chair, crossing his legs to put a little bit of pressure on his cock, hoping to relieve himself a little. God, what was he doing? He was feeling a sudden need for touch…to be touched.
He watches as Jaejoong’s hand lifts his shirt and runs across his abdomen. It then finds its way to the hem of his pants, pulling it down far enough to show his pelvic lines.
“Kim Jaejoong-sshi!” Yunho snaps out from the sensual trance as he hears the photographer scold him a little.
“Ahh! Hyung, was that too much?” he sits up immediately and laughs. “Gomen-ne, hyung! You know my next target is to be on the cover of An-An!” He makes a funny face and the photographer only shakes his head amusingly.
Yunho scoffs, as if Jaejoong didn't know what he was doing.
“Ah. Let’s take a break, Jae”
Yunho doesn’t know where Jaejoong headed in the break but he finds himself in one of the cubicles of the men’s room. With his pants pulled down to his knees, he grips his and slides his hand up and down fervently on his cock.
He teases the tip of his own manhood with his finger coated with precum. He closes his eyes with the images of Jaejoong on that counter top, he, making him scream and writhe underneath him. He could almost taste the cherry mixed with the taste of Jaejoong’s mouth. He drowns in the fantasy of that smirk plastered on Jaejoong’s face as he looks up to him before sucking his cock.
Fuck. Jaejoong looked so fuckable in the shoot, he is reminded how he missed Jaejoong, how strong the sensations the other man could make him feel.
Jung Yunho was masturbating in the middle of the day, in a cramped up cubicle of some random bar in Tokyo, and it was all because of Kim Jaejoong. Only Kim Jaejoong.
He uses his hand to support himself on the wall of the cubicle as his other hand increases its pace.
“Jaejoong” he grunts as he finally finds his release. He takes a few deep breaths and leans his head against the door before he quickly cleans himself and puts up his pants.
When he opens the door, big doe eyes greet him. Surprise was all over Jaejoong’s face.
A million thoughts were running in Yunho’s head. He was there when Yunho was touching himself wasn’t he? He had heard him, his grunts, his moans…the way he called out his name while jerking off. Shamelessly, although Yunho knew he should be embarrassed, the thought of Jaejoong knowing how much he lusted for him had turned him on once more.
They stare at each other in the eye for what seemed to be forever.
“Yun-” Jaejoong doesn’t even get to finish his sentence as Yunho finds himself unbearably wanting Jaejoong again. Their lips clash and Jaejoong was pushed back, his body half sitting against the sink.
It was a frenzy of tongue, teeth, saliva and moans. They hold on to each other as if an inch apart would kill them.
Oh God. Yunho missed this, the feel of Jaejoong’s tongue dancing with his, the feel of his hand under Jaejoong’s shirt, their hips grinding each other.
Suddenly it wasn’t the same anymore, it wasn’t the same as when he fantasized about Jaejoong minutes ago. It wasn’t the same because now, it was not just about lust or want…he felt as if holding Jaejoong was the only thing he wanted in his life.
In that moment, as Yunho held Jaejoong and felt his skin against him, and he remembers that his life wasn’t better after all.
He remembers how, in those two years he was gone, there were nights when he couldn’t sleep, just thinking about the other man.
He remembers how he wakes up in the middle of the night and touches himself to the thoughts of a certain Kim Jaejoong; he remembers the days when his skin feels like burning from want, just by the memories of his past lover's pale skin against his.
He remembers the days when he looks at the ceiling of his room and imagines how his life could’ve been if he had chosen Jaejoong; how when his phone rings, a part of him hopes that it was finally a reply, answering back the hundreds of messages he had left before.
Jung Yunho had thought he was on top of it all until he remembered his heart, still, actually belonged to Kim Jaejoong.
“I’m sorry” he managed to say as he sucked on the other man’s neck, Jaejoong did nothing but grip Yunho’s shoulder tighter and turn his neck, allowing further access.
“Jaejoong-ah…” Yunho pulls away, and their frantic actions take a pause. “Jaejong-ah…I called you, everything…I tried.”
Jajeoong shuts him up with another kiss, but pulls away before it gets any deeper. “Yunho…you have a fiancée” he breathes out.
“I don’t care.” Yunho opens the zipper to Jaejoong’s pants. Haeyoung…at that moment, she was nothing. Whatever they had, whatever they shared, it was thrown away with the bliss of being with Jaejoong again.
Jaejoong closes his eyes as he feels Yunho’s hand on his cock. He moans to the touch and lets out a little moan as a silent plead.
He was not the same Kim Jaejoong as two years ago. He may not look at Yunho the same way he did before, but God, he missed the wonders Yunho could do to him.
He smirks and makes a decision, with that once shattered heart of his.
This could be fun, he thinks.
Jaejoong knew this was wrong, but Yunho had not been fair to him before either.
He leans to Yunho’s ear and licks the spot under it before he whispers with hidden intentions, “Yunnie-yah…I want you.”
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A/N: I had so much trouble with this because I couldn't write in a style consistent with the first part. I apologize for bad writing and errors, most of this was written on stressful, sleepless school nights. ;~;
On a brighter note, I am very thankful of everyone's comments. I was a little bit busy with school over the week so I didn't get to reply to everyone, but I have read and I appreciate all of them *yunjae cookies for everyone*
And as you all might have noticed, I've changed it to 4 parts! As I was writing, I couldn't help but add more developments to the story. XD