Losing Track
Summary: Heechul is pissed because Yunho and Jaejoong were late and still nowhere to be found.
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance Humor
Rating: PG13
Length: Drabble
Horny!Trainees series
Truth or Dare | Clumsy | Engrish
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Heechul could feel his sweat threatening to fall from his forehead. 4:15. He was sitting in the boardroom with the Lee Sooman, constantly checking his very expensive Rolex for the time.
The trainee looked across his seat, only to see Kangin being equally restless. Tense silence filled the room and although the airconditioning was working finely, he was sweating like a pig. He could feel his toes curling and his cheeks were probably bleeding from his constant anxiety chewing.
This was it. They were going to talk about the future activities of their trainee group…yet, Yunho and Jaejoong were fifteen minutes late and still nowhere to be found.
“Fucking bastards. I’m gonna kill them when they get here,” Heechul murmured underneath his breath. He would. He really would kill them.
Finally, the CEO spoke, “Well, I guess we should start without-”, just then the door opened and Heechul’s eyes almost fell off their sockets as he saw his two other teammates walk in. Yunho and Jaejoong both looked awfully disheveled. They were trying to catch their breaths, and the flustered flush on their cheeks were as obvious as daylight. Their hair was messy, Jaejoong’s lips were sore, their clothes were crumpled and was that a hickey on Yunho’s neck?
“Songsaengnim, we’re deeply sorry. We lost track of time,” Yunho muttered with panic and embarrassment, both of them bowing profusely in apology.
They awkwardly moved to their seats with three pairs of eyes following them, one pair, Heechul’s, leering more intensely than the others.
Yunho took a seat beside him, while Jaejoong sat across. Heechul kicked Yunho from under the table and stared him down with eyes that could slay.
“I’m sorry, we lost track of time,” Yunho whispered.
“Fuck you.” He gritted his teeth before leaned his back on the chair. In the corner of his eye he saw Jaejoong looking at him with a small smile. Oh the bastard had that satisfied, almost arrogant look in his eyes.
Heechul hated it. He hated it when Jaejoong made him feel jealous like this. He just wanted to make things even. To hell with Kim Jaejoong.
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After two hours, their meeting finally ended and as everyone left the room, Heechul pulled Jaejoong in the arm. “Don’t look at me like that!”
“Like what?”
“I know you and Yunho have been having sex! How dare you even stare at me with those I just had sex with Yunho eyes! We could’ve been kicked out of here. Don’t you even feel the least bit guilty?”
“Yunho is amazing. What can I say? No regrets. And we didn’t get into any trouble did we?” Jaejoong said with a small shrug and a sly smile.
Heechul grunted and suppressed the urge to mouth a string of cuss words at him, instead he put his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder. He sighed “Well, I’ll give it to you then, Jae. You won this time.”
Jaejoong licked his lips and smiled. “Nice of you to admit it then.”
“Oh, but Jae baby” Heechul leaned to his ear, “By the way, you had cum on your hair the whole time” he said with a smirk.
Jaejoong put his hand to his bangs and sure enough, there it was, that white semi-dry substance. The trainee’s expression suddenly changed, his eyes went wide, his jaws almost dropped to the floor and the blood from his face completely disappeared. It was like he wanted to die right then and there.
Why hadn't Yunho told him? Why hadn’t Yunho noticed? Was it even noticeable? God. Maybe it was. Dear God, Jaejoong hoped it wasn’t. Heechul noticed it though. Did Kangin notice it? Did…Lee…SooMan…? Fuck. Why didn't Heechul tell him anything earlier?
“Shit. Shit. SHIT.”
Heechul smirked at him one more time before he left, toddling down the corridors.
Finally. One point for Kim Heechul.
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A/N: Lol. Just having fun with these drabbles. Don’t mind the senseless things I come up with. I hope you enjoy them though. I’m trying to update my other fics and write longer stories right now. Bahhhh. Just. IDK. OYL