Oneshot| The Benefits of a Compulsion
Jaejoong was fond of taking pictures of the others to immortalize them at odd, private moments. It was just a thing he did. He longed for the candid shots because it kept everything real, separated his Kim Jaejoong, Kim Junsu, Park Yoochun, Jung Yunho, and Shim Changmin from Youngwoong, Xiah, Micky, U-Know, and Max and those even from Jejung, Junsu, Yuchun, Yunho, and Changmin.
He clicked his phone shut sharply. Too many names, he decided, so he shook his head and conveniently forgot that detail while he flipped through the shots.
One of Yoochun doing a victory dance from a time when he thought he had the apartment to himself. (Adorably dorky. Yoochun still didn’t know that it was immortalized on a handphone)
One of Junsu making faces at himself in the mirror. (Also cute- Jaejoong got it before the baritenor started frowning at himself)
One of Changmin when he had the runs. (Jaejoong snickers at this one. It’s one of his favorites on the sheer basis of it was damned hard to keep once Changmin found out. Otherwise, no, the picture was not very pretty at all)
Another of Yoochun, asleep in the van. (Jaejoong had taken it only so he could try to figure out how Yoochun had tucked away all of his limbs, but it had been years and he still didn’t know)
And then one of his wonderful bandmates all curled up on soft bit of floor, fast asleep after some powerful spiking-of-juice à la Jaejoong. (funny at first, but very, very cute)
And another of Yunho, posing for himself in the bathroom mirror. (very funny, but-)
Jaejoong sighed, clicking the phone shut. There was something missing from his vast collection, but he wasn’t quite sure wh-
Bingo.
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“For the last time, Jae, I’m not going to let you film me having sex, “ Yunho sighed exasperated as he tried to go over plans for his newest invention du jour.
Jaejoong sighed, equally exasperated, “Look. You don’t have to be like, with the person. It can be, you know, one of the band.”
Yunho’s jaw dropped, looking thoroughly scandalized (and not because he was actually very, very straight, but because, well, the ethics were absent in Jaejoong’s suggestion… as they often were).
“Jaejoong, no. I’m not having sex with the guys so you can get your ‘perfect picture.’ Yoochun’s not the type you just sleep with for kicks and giggles. Junsu isn’t either and I’m kind of afraid that Changmin would hurt me for even suggesting!”
Jaejoong brightened, “Wait, wait! I could ask Min for you! He hits me all the time anywa-“
Yunho shook his head firmly, “No, Jae! NO! Not. Ethical. Not. Good. for. Band. dynamic!,” He sniffled haughtily, “Besides, I have to put my foot down about some things you know. I’m still the leader of this band and this is a definite no.”
Jaejoong glared at him for a moment before breaking it off crisply (in fact, it was the type of crispiness one might find in a vanilla waver, cleanly snapped in two) and huffing with his arms crossed over his chest with confidence.
“Well, fine. Be that way. I’ll just go ahead and film Yoochun and Junsu getting it on. I’m sure my soulmate will understand.”
Yunho gave him a strange look at the statement, half-incredulous, half-curious. He turned in his chair to finally face Jaejoong, pinning him with a probing gaze.
“Oh, come on. You don’t seriously think they’ve been… going at it without telling us, do you? I mean, sure, they play up ‘YooSu’ On stage and everything, but… Really? C’mon, Yoochun’s kind of fragile and Junsu doesn’t really like being touched.. granted, I guess I’ve never really tried.. you know, seducing him or-“
Yunho shut himself up at a look from Jaejoong and the older man smiled, producing a shiny 500 won piece from his pocket.
“You know what Yunho? Let’s kill two birds with one stone. Make that three- we can go sneak over to Yoochun’s house and scale the balcony so I can get my pictures. You can get your validation that, yes, two of our best friends are definitely fucking wildly all the time, and… you know, If I’m wrong, you can win 500 won from me. If they are, however, going at it like dogs in heat, then I can take one of your many pilfered 500 won pieces, deal?”
There was a struggle over Yunho’s features as he weighed his curiosity and love of making bets against his morals, but it didn’tt take long for the shiny 500 won piece to win him over.
Damn Jaejoong for knowing his weaknesses.
It resulted in Yunho growling in frustration and grabbing his coat before Jaejoong really had time to process what happened, running after Yunho to visit Yoochun’s house down the street.
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Naturally, the difficulty of climbing the side of Yoochun’s house to reach his balcony so they could spy on him through the doors has been edited out of this piece because, really, no body needs a page about how Jaejoong ‘accidentally’ stepped on Yunho’s face, or how Yunho ‘accidentally’ pulled Jaejoong off the wall afterwards.
Instead, you, the reader, are safely and efficiently placed at the point at which they finally heaved themselves over the balcony railings and positioned themselves at the window that lent them the perfect view into Yoochun’s room, much aided by the fact that the curtains were only closed halfway.
“Fuck.”
Yunho swore disconsolately, feeling a slight emptiness in his coin jars already.
Yoochun was laying between Junsu’s legs, the two in various states of lazy undress as they kissed lazily, hands wandering everywhere. It was possible that he was only imagining it, but Yunho swore he could hear their sickly-sweet banter as the two younger men caressed each other languidly, lusty grins on their faces. Somehow, Yunho found himself hoping that Yoochun and Junsu had just fallen on top of each other…
…half naked…
… with Yoochun shimmying lower and undoing Junsu’s jeans with his teeth, you know….
Um, on accident.
Jesus, Yunho, who are you trying to kid anyways? YOUR FRIENDS ARE HAVING SEX.
Yunho shuddered at the loud announcements his brain was making, shutting down completely at the sight of Yoochun dragging his tongue over a rather obvious bulge in Junsu’s underwear before peeling away the layers of cloth to blow Junsu in earnest and before Yunho knew it, he blocked Jaejoong’s camera shot, knocking on the window smartly with his knuckles, putting on his ‘angry-leadershii’ face.
The couple on the bed jumped, shrieking at the sight of Jaejoong and Yunho in their window, making the connection instantly. Junsu recovered faster than Yoochun did, pulling up his pants to at least cover himself, marching over the door to wrench it open, shouting the first thing he could think of.
“Pervert!”
“Kim Junsu! Park Yoochun!” Yunho stormed in, arms crossed over chest, a fortunate, heroic beam of light illuminating his frame grandly in the doorway, “What are you two thinking? This window was half uncovered! Can you imagine what sorts of things might come out for that? There are crazy-ass fans everywhere! You’re just lucky Jaejoong wanted intimate pictures of band members having sex!”
Yoochun’s eyebrow shot up to say hello to his hair line, “What? Jae, what?!”
Yunho, for one, was glad that his anger could help them save face.
“Don’t ‘what’ him, Yoochun. You should be glad that it was only Jaejoong! Can you imagine if it was some obsessed fan? Huh?!”
“But-“
“I said, can you imagine it?!”
Somehow, after an hour of Yunho puling a ‘stern lecture’ out of his ass, he managed to exit Yoochun’s house with Jaejoong, scot-free as far as Yoochun and Junsu questioning their untimely appearance in a bedroom window with the only difference being that Yunho was 500 won poorer…
..well, and that he now knew where he could easily find free porn.
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Jaejoong grinned to himself, twirling his shiny new coin on his knuckles while flipping through his new pictures of his lovely dongsaengs in one of their most intimate moments.
Yes- he glanced at where Yunho was scribbling some elaborate plan to film Yoochun and Junsu going at it at the kitchen table- life was very good.
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And now.. it's late and I have to clean tomorrow [read: today]. also.. I'm not exactly.. well, I mean, I'll be back to fix typos. I can't really recognize them right now. It's almost four in the morning.