Yell at the Leader

[dokssuri]

Title: Yell at the Leader
Length: One-shot
Pairing: JunChun, MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun is a crybaby, Jaejoong is mean, Yunho gets yelled at.



Junsu took off his coat and rolled his shoulders. Something cracked when he tilted his head.

He needed a hot bath. Hot baths weren’t complete without Yoochun.

“Chun?”

Actually it was weird that there wasn’t a happy welcoming Yoochun in his arms already, there usually would be by now.

He threw his coat in a random direction and entered the apartment.

Changmin sat on the couch. His laptop had to share his lap with an extremely clingy Jaejoong who, as always, amazed Junsu in his ability to hide the fact that he was the oldest by acting like a love-struck teenager around their maknae.

“Where is Yoochun?”

Changmin grunted his signature grunt that either meant ‘solve your own fucking problems I’m busy’ or ‘I’m hungry, fetch me a sandwich’. Jaejoong sighed happily and buried deeper into his shoulder.

Junsu ignored them and walked to the music room; Yoochun wasn’t composing, the bedroom; Yoochun wasn’t taking a nap, the bathroom; empty.

He sped back to the living room, grabbing Jaejoong’s shoulder to dislodge him from Changmin and get their attention. “Where the hell is he?!”

Changmin shot him a death glare and pulled Jaejoong close. “Don’t touch him.”

Junsu rolled his eyes. “You didn’t pay him any attention before and now you’re suddenly possessive?” he shook his head. “Never mind. Tell me where Yoochun is.” He used his strong voice, not the cute one reserved for fans. Changmin didn’t move a muscle but Jaejoong seemed to shrink a bit. Junsu inwardly smiled, on the outside his worry won.

“I don’t know”, Changmin said. Junsu would have glared at him for leaving out the -hyung, but he needed an answer here.

“I think he may have gone out to buy something”, Jaejoong finally said with an innocent smile.

Junsu wanted to punch him for not saying that in the first place but Changmin was too close, and Changmin had grown some pecs.

He was mostly shocked though.

“Yoochun never goes out without telling me.” He more or less said it to to himself but it was Jaejoong who answered again.

“Maybe he thinks you are controlling him too much. What if he wants more freedom?”

Even Changmin shot Jaejoong a surprised look. Junsu searched his memory. Yoochun had never shown any signs...

“I’m not...”

It wasn’t Junsu’s intention to rob Yoochun of his freedom. But Yoochun was still his, and he worried about him and didn’t want to lose him and it was only for that reason that he kept such a close watch on him and he was sure Yoochun had always understood that and... what was he doing getting worked up over nothing? There were... fangirls out there.

Junsu rushed back to the hallway and found his coat on the floor. He hastily slipped back into it and his shoes at the same time.

Yoochun wasn’t in the elevator, or their street, or the next, or the closest grocery store, or the closest on the other side. He didn’t pick up his phone.

Junsu was going crazy by the time he got back to the front door, the most horrible scenes flashing through his head.

Yoochun getting abducted, Yoochun getting hit by a car, Yoochun being trampled by a flock of rabid fangirls, Yoochun getting hit by a bus, Yoochun getting hit by a car and then abducted.

He flung his coat in Jaejoong’s face this time. Changmin shot up and almost dropped his laptop. “What the-”

“Tell me he’s here now or I’m filing a missing person report!”

Jaejoong glared at him and threw his coat back. “I don’t know, have you asked Yunho?”

Junsu found Yoochun huddled up against the side of Yunho’s desk, a hoodie pulled over his head and his knees pulled up to his chest.

Yunho was sitting on his bed and looked shocked when a raging Junsu slammed his door open.

Junsu felt relieved but just as much the fire inside him grew. In two steps he was in front of Yoochun, who seemed to want to disappear behind the desk, and he forcefully grabbed his wrist, twisting as he pulled him up.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

Yoochun lowered his head. Junsu yanked the hoodie back with his other hand and watched him bite his lip, trying not to let the arousal distract him.

“I can-” Yunho started, but Junsu shot him an instant death glare.

“You shut the fuck up!”

Yunho’s eyes widened and he looked like a beaten puppy.

It was that he trusted Yunho, Yunho and his genuine clueless innocence, or he would have had his balls already.

But he was disappointed in Yoochun, or still shaking with previous worry. Probably the latter and trying to hide it.

“How long have you been here?!”

Yoochun flinched. “A while.”

“And you didn’t answer my calls?”

Yoochun’s bottom lip trembled and Junsu’s expression softened. “Come with me.”

He pulled Yoochun with him to their bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. “Explain.”

Yoochun lowered his eyes again. “I was just.. talking to Yunho about something. M-maybe I didn’t hear you.”

“What did you ask him?”

“J-just..”

“Dinner’s ready!”

At Jaejoong’s call Yoochun jumped up and he was out the door before Junsu could grab and stop him. He’d ask later.

During dinner Yunho kept staring, almost glaring at Jaejoong. So much that Changmin asked him what his problem was.

“Jaejoong knows what the problem is”, Yunho replied calmly, showing a glimmer of the reason fans thought he was a good leader

Changmin looked at the pretty face faking innocence next to him. “Jae?”

“I didn’t do anything”, Jaejoong said, and he flashed a perfect smile.

Yunho suddenly threw his chopsticks down and stood up, surprising everybody. “You know very well what you did and you take it back and apologise right now!”

Changmin was immediately on his feet as well. “Don’t yell at him!”

“You don’t know what he’s done! He deserves it!”

“Then tell me what you think he’s done!”

Yunho looked down. “I.. can’t say.”

“Then shut the fuck up!”

Changmin sat down and continued emptying his third bowl of rice. Jaejoong’s love-struck teenager face was back.

Yunho just looked like every insecure leader would after getting yelled at for the second time in one day.

After dinner Junsu hadn’t forgotten what happened before it. But he was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He woke up when the digits on Yoochun’s alarm said it was not quite but close to 3 am and it took him a while to figure out why.

But then Yoochun did it again. He moved, slowly and carefully trying to get out from under Junsu’s arm around his waist.

Junsu frowned. If Yoochun needed to go to the toilet he’d just wiggle himself free. Now it was almost like he was trying not to wake him up. Sleep drunk Yoochun wasn’t that considerate.

He pretended not to notice and feigned sleep. But a soft sniff had his eyes fly wide open.

Yoochun managed to get free, stood up without looking at him and moved towards the bathroom, clearly trying not to make a sound.

Junsu waited only until he’d softly closed the door behind him before he followed.

Yoochun was sitting on edge of the bathtub, facing the door, but he didn’t even notice him entering. He was really crying.

Junsu immediately sank to his knees in front of him. “Chunnie?”

Yoochun gasped when he heard his name and Junsu lifted his chin and wiped one of his cheeks with his thumb.

Yes, Yoochun had always been very emotional. But normally he would come to Junsu first and occasionally cry against his shoulder whenever something was bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” Junsu whispered. “Tell me.”

Yoochun choked out a sob and shook his head. Junsu pulled him down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Yoochun’s arms stayed limp at his sides.

“Is it the thing you talked to Yunho about?”

Yoochun wanted to shake his head against his shoulder but eventually decided not to lie and nodded.

“Tell me.” Junsu let a little bit of his dominating voice slip in and marvelled at the way Yoochun shivered in his arms.

“I-I was jus-” Junsu pushed Yoochun away a bit so his voice wouldn’t be muffled anymore, wiping the remaining tears on his face in the process.

Yoochun took a deep breath and averted his eyes. “I was just worried about the new album and.. what if they don’t like my lyrics.. and..”

Junsu touched Yoochun’s chin, turned his head and kissed him.

Yoochun let out a shuddering breath against his lips and Junsu deepened the kiss. He hooked his hands under Yoochun’s thighs and carried him back to the bed.

Yoochun wearing nothing but sweatpants, lying on his back with his arms pinned to the mattress above his head, was enough to get Junsu hard in seconds.

“Your writing is amazing.”

Yoochun bit his lip and Junsu licked his own.

He smirked. “Want me to help get your mind off it for a while? We still haven’t tried all the settings on that new vibrator and those cuffs cost me a fortune, would be waste not to use them.”

He’d already tightened his grip on Yoochun’s wrists and lowered his hips.

Yoochun nodded, but even in the dim light shining through the opened bathroom door Junsu could see that his eyes were starting to water again. He sat up immediately.

“Chun?”

Yoochun rolled onto his side, away from him, and sobbed softly into the blankets.

Junsu placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Should I just hold you then?”

He took the silence as a yes, although he was still worried, and lay down to pull Yoochun back against his chest.

The next morning the concern wasn’t gone, but neither was Yoochun’s determination to avoid talking about it.

Junsu was just about to start yelling at someone in frustration after Yoochun had managed to escape him again when Yunho coughed behind him.

Yunho got yelled at enough, so he tried to control himself.

“Has Yoochun told you what’s really bothering him yet?”

Junsu was immediately interested. “No, what?”

Yunho looked a bit helpless. “He... told me not to tell anyone.”

Junsu almost growled. “Use your amazing leader instincts that I know are hidden in there somewhere and decide for yourself if you should tell me or not.”

Yunho cleared his throat. “He’s afraid.”

“Of what?!”

“That.. you’re only with him for the sex.”

Junsu actually felt like someone smacked him in the face. “... what?”

Yunho wanted to say something else but Junsu grabbed his collar and yanked him closer before he could. “I love him and he knows that so where did he get this idea?”

Yunho swallowed and just a moment later Junsu’s eyes widened.

“Was it Jaejoong?”

“Yoochun sa-aid-” Yunho gasped for air and Junsu loosened his grip a bit. “Yoochun said that Jaejoong told him that he was just your b-bitch and that you were going to dump him as soon as the sex gets boring.”

Junsu let go, pushed Yunho out of the way and had a hard time choosing between going to find Jaejoong or Yoochun. He chose Yoochun.

Jaejoong teased Yoochun a lot, and in time Junsu had learned that he just didn’t know where to stop and that he mostly had no idea what damage his words could do, but sometimes...

Yoochun was crying in a bathroom again and Junsu didn’t waste time calming him down before he pushed him on the bed this time.

“Why on earth do you believe what Jaejoong says?” he demanded. “You know he likes to tease you.”

Yoochun’s eyes widened.

“And even if you’re clueless enough to doubt it you can just ask me if I love you any time. Which is a stupid question but at least better than distrusting me so much you’re too afraid to ask it.”

Yoochun gasped when Junsu’s fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Why, Yoochun?”

“Y-you..”

“What did I do?”

Yoochun’s eyes filled. “You were so angry when I was talking to Yunho and then you weren’t but then you just wanted to have sex to make everything alright and-”

Junsu cut him off with a kiss. When he pulled back he spoke low and clear.

“Remember this. Everything Jae says is bullshit. When I’m angry after you’d disappeared for a while it’s because I’m worried. And when I say I want to have sex it’s because I want to make you feel good.”

Yoochun stared up at him, eyes still a little too wet, and gave him a small nod.

Junsu sighed and pecked his lips. “Okay. I’ll show you.”

He started to remove Yoochun’s clothes, looking at him as if waiting for a sign to stop. When it didn’t come Yoochun was lying naked on the bed in moments.

“I’ll show you that it’s about you.”

Junsu reached for the lube in a drawer next to the bed and warmed some of it up between his hands.

Yoochun gasped softly and his hips rose when Junsu’s fingers trailed over his thighs.

The louder gasp when warm fingers wrapped around his cock was muffled by Junsu lips.

“Just relax, Chun-ah”, Junsu said, before he slowly pushed his tongue between the other’s lips.

Yoochun moaned and bucked into Junsu’s hand. He was fully hard already. Junsu stroked at a steady pace.

Junsu pulled back for air. His erection was straining in his pants, but he ignored it.

“What I want from sex is for it to feel good for you”, he said softly between kisses along Yoochun’s jaw.

“I w-want it to feel good for y-you”, Yoochun gasped. Junsu smiled and rubbed his palm over the tip of Yoochun’s erection before sliding his hand down and playing with his balls.

“And do you feel like you have to sacrifice yourself to do that?”

“No! N-no, I-I’m into the same things.”

Junsu smiled, again, and then he went back to a serious expression. “Did I hurt you the times I called you my bitch?”

“No.. I’m.. I a-am your bitch”, Yoochun whispered. “It’s h-hot.”

Junsu squeezed a bit harder and Yoochun let out a little cry.

“It is.”

Yoochun brought up a hand, biting down on it to muffle his moans, but Junsu pushed it away with his nose and captured his lips again.

“But you’re my bitch and mine only and I love you”, he said into Yoochun’s open mouth.

Yoochun wanted to say it back, but he was too far gone, his mouth wide open spilling gasps and moans and little shouts.

“Come, baby.”

Yoochun’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He arched his back and shouted out Junsu’s name as come landed on his stomach and chest.

Junsu let him recover for a moment before he rolled on top of him. Uncaring where the come made contact with his clothes.

“Help me get these off?”

The next morning during breakfast Junsu noticed that Jaejoong’s clingy behaviour around Changmin was annoying, but if it was Yoochun clinging to him he didn’t mind in the slightest.

He kissed some rice off the side of Yoochun’s mouth and Yoochun smiled and pressed even closer against him.

“Where are Jaejoong and Changmin?”, Yunho asked.

Junsu shot him a smile. “You remember that time Jaejoong flirted with everyone at a party when Changmin wasn’t looking?”

“You mean, every party we’ve been to?” Yoochun asked.

Junsu laughed. “The one I recorded.”

Yunho’s eyes widened.

“Changmin may have discovered that footage somewhere on his laptop.”

“Junsu you didn’t.. Our schedule-”

“But Jaejoong likes to be punished..” Yoochun suddenly said a bit sadly.

Junsu smirked. “He likes to be punished in a certain way. Trust Changmin to know how to really punish him.”

Yoochun beamed at him.

Junsu leaned in for a kiss but Yoochun held him back. “I like to be punished in a certain way too...”

Junsu felt heat rush to a certain place. “We still have the vibrator and cuffs.”

Yoochun wrapped arms around his neck and let himself be lifted up and carried to the bedroom.

Yunho was left to eat breakfast alone, wondering if he was that much of a failure as a leader.

But at least no one was yelling at him right now.

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