[FANFIC] illusions (9)
Pairing(s): Yunho/Jaejoong; Changmin/Yoochun; Yunho/Yoochun; Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: PG13
Genre: AU | Romance
Summary this is a story about blurred lines and crazy, messy relationships.
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Changmin groaned; hangovers were such a bitch. He fluttered his eyes open and immediately spotted Yoochun sleeping next to him, buried within the sheets. Changmin frowned. Yoochun? Oh right, Yoochun.
Oh fuck, Yoochun!
Changmin pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes and sat up with difficulty; he shivered under the sheets and spotted his shirt across the bed, hanging off the edge of the bed. He reached out, stretching over the bundle that was Yoochun and tried to pull his shirt. Yoochun shifted under Changmin and swung an arm around Changmin’s hip and pushed him down, surprising Changmin. “Woah, woah Yoochun, stop…stop.” Changmin yelled, falling back into the mattress.
“iz only six…sleep.” Yoochun mumbled, rolling closer to Changmin and nuzzled his face into the column of Changmin’s neck.
Maybe it was Yoochun’s hot breath or, maybe it was the way Yoochun looked, his thick hair sprawled all over his face and his full lips, partly swollen; or maybe it was that Changmin was still a bit drunk, he sunk back into the sheets, throwing an arm around Yoochun’s shoulder, he slipped back into sleep.
-
Jaejoong pouted as he stared at Changmin’s apartment door; he felt really bad and he wanted to make up for whatever he did or said (or not said). So, he stood contemplating whether or not to ring the doorbell to the apartment. He idly swung the bag he held, he had cooked a proper three course meal for Changmin, a sort of bribe.
He sighed and finally rang the doorbell. This was it.
There were thuds of footsteps and Jaejoong held the bag up and shut his eyes the moment he heard the door click open; “I’m sorry, please accept this as my form of apology. I swear to treat you to better.” He blurted.
“Haha, very funny.”
Jaejoong looked up and saw a red nosed Yunho with messy bed hair frowning down at him; “Where’s Changmin?” Jaejoong asked, frowning back at Yunho.
“You tell me, you’re his boyfriend.” Yunho snapped, dragging his feet back into the apartment. “He hasn’t been home since last night….”
“Oh…” Jaejoong said, walking into the house and placing the bag of food on top of the kitchen counter.
“He said he was going out with some friends for the night and I have tried calling his cell phone like a million times but, no luck. It’s switched off.” Yunho sighed, falling onto the couch and rolling himself into his blanket.
“Maybe he crashed at one of his friend’s place….?”
“Aren’t you worried about your boyfriend?”
“I was worse, remember?” Jaejoong smirked.
“Exactly why you should be worried about him….you should learn how to keep tabs on your boyfriend…”
“Will you please stop calling him my boyfriend?” Jaejoong frowned; “We’re not like, you know, in a relationship or whatever.”
“Right….” Yunho said, quirking an eyebrow. “…so you guys are…?”
“It’s complicated…” Jaejoong said, looking away. “Are you sick?” He asked, looking at all the empty tissues box and the crumpled tissues that were overflowing from the dustbin.
“It’s just a flu….” Yunho shrugged, absentmindedly. “…no big deal.”
Jaejoong half choked and half laughed and walked towards Yunho; “No big deal?” Jaejoong felt Yunho’s forehead; “You’re burning up…I suggest that you’re first get out of this couch and go sleep on a proper bed.”
“No, leave me alone and go away.” Yunho whined, pulling the sheets over his head.
“Jung Yunho, I will yank you out by your hair and you know I can do that so help me and get out of that fucking couch…”
Yunho pouted, rolling the blankets off; he made a face at Jaejoong and dawdled to the bedroom; “You’re so annoying…” he mumbled, getting on the bed.
“I know…” Jaejoong said, walking to the bathroom and taking out the thermometer from the medicine cabinet.
“How did you know that - “
“You haven’t changed one bit, Yunho….” Jaejoong said, forcing the tool into Yunho’s mouth. “Now, rest. I’ll warm the food.”
And, all of a sudden it was the university days again.
-
When Changmin woke up the second time, he woke up to an empty bed; he looked up, squinty eyed and looking around. “Good morning…” Yoochun smiled, walking in with two cups of freshly brewed coffee. “Did you know you snore when you are sleeping? Not a nice sound…” Yoochun laughed, handing one of the mugs to Changmin.
“Thanks….” Changmin mumbled, taking the mug. “…and I do not snore.”
“You do too…” Yoochun nodded and sipped on his coffee. “I should know, I woke up to it…”
“Oh um…” Changmin scratched the back of his neck; “…sorry.”
“Here’s your shirt…” Yoochun said, throwing Changmin’s shirt. “…you must be feeling cold.”
“How are taking this so coolly?” Changmin frowned; keeping his coffee mug aside and slipping into his shirt. “I mean, you’re not even the least bit surprised….”
“We were drunk out of our wits, what did you expect, ghost stories?” Yoochun laughed, leaning on the door way. “….take a shower and freshen up, I’ll cook up some breakfast.”
“You know, you don’t make sense….”
“Still hung-over?”
“No…” Changmin said, picking up his pants off the floor and pulled them on. “…I mean, aren’t you feeling guilty?”
“Guilty? For what? For fucking? I am sorry, I don’t feel guilty for having good sex.”
Changmin smiled slightly; “It’s like your cheating on Yunho or something right?”
“Why would it be like cheating on Yunho when there is nothing between Yunho and me?” Yoochun asked. “If anyone is going to have a problem with this then it’s someone who’s in a relationship and out of the two of us, it’s you who should be worrying.”
Changmin shrugs; “You could take it for granted that there’s nothing between Jaejoong and me now. Never did have anything with him in the first place….”
-
Perhaps it was because Jaejoong hadn’t gotten enough sleep the previous night, he found himself slipping under Yunho’s sheets and lying down next to him.
“What are you doing?” Yunho gasped, dramatically. “You’re going to fall ill….”
“Have you forgotten how strong my immune system is, Yunho? Jaejoong smiled, looking at Yunho.
“I haven’t….but you know, you aren’t really as young as you used to be.”
Jaejoong gasped; “Excuse me, I am only twenty five. What do you mean, not that young?” He punched Yunho lightly on the shoulder.
Yunho whined and pushed Jaejoong; “Stop hitting me…” He pouted and pulled his blanket to his nose.
Jaejoong laughed softly and scooted closer to Yunho; “Remember when you fell sick right before your midterms?” he asked.
“Of course….” Yunho whispered, tucking the blanket under his chin. “….you made me that special cup of ginger tea….”
“Hmm…”
“….and you kissed me goodnight.”
Jaejoong licked his lips and looked at Yunho tentatively; “Do you want a cup of ginger tea?”
“No…” Yunho said, moving a bit closer. “…I don’t really want tea right now.” And before Jaejoong could answer, they were kissing.
“Nothing’s going to be the same now, is it?” Jaejoong asked, sighing on Yunho’s cheek.
“Nope….” Yunho smiled, pressing into another kiss again.
-
Changmin surprised himself the most when he pressed Yoochun against the bathroom door and kissed him. The way Yoochun groaned under him made him feel wild; there was heat between Yoochun and him. Real, palpable, burning fire.
“I thought I was here to give you a - oh, towel…” Yoochun laughed, pulling Changmin closer.
“Shut up…” Changmin growled, biting Yoochun’s skin. “I’m still not sober…”
“Nothing’s going to be the same now, is it?” Yoochun asked, pulling Changmin’s shirt over the boy’s head.
“Nope….” Changmin chuckled, pinning Yoochun to the door and rolling his hips against Yoochun’s.
-
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a/n:
Whew, okay.
So yeah, this is going somewhere >_>
Nothing’s going to be the same now.
8D
How are you, guys?
Merry Christmas in advance by the way!
Have a ho ho ho one :D
Rating: PG13
Genre: AU | Romance
Summary this is a story about blurred lines and crazy, messy relationships.
previous
Changmin groaned; hangovers were such a bitch. He fluttered his eyes open and immediately spotted Yoochun sleeping next to him, buried within the sheets. Changmin frowned. Yoochun? Oh right, Yoochun.
Oh fuck, Yoochun!
Changmin pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes and sat up with difficulty; he shivered under the sheets and spotted his shirt across the bed, hanging off the edge of the bed. He reached out, stretching over the bundle that was Yoochun and tried to pull his shirt. Yoochun shifted under Changmin and swung an arm around Changmin’s hip and pushed him down, surprising Changmin. “Woah, woah Yoochun, stop…stop.” Changmin yelled, falling back into the mattress.
“iz only six…sleep.” Yoochun mumbled, rolling closer to Changmin and nuzzled his face into the column of Changmin’s neck.
Maybe it was Yoochun’s hot breath or, maybe it was the way Yoochun looked, his thick hair sprawled all over his face and his full lips, partly swollen; or maybe it was that Changmin was still a bit drunk, he sunk back into the sheets, throwing an arm around Yoochun’s shoulder, he slipped back into sleep.
-
Jaejoong pouted as he stared at Changmin’s apartment door; he felt really bad and he wanted to make up for whatever he did or said (or not said). So, he stood contemplating whether or not to ring the doorbell to the apartment. He idly swung the bag he held, he had cooked a proper three course meal for Changmin, a sort of bribe.
He sighed and finally rang the doorbell. This was it.
There were thuds of footsteps and Jaejoong held the bag up and shut his eyes the moment he heard the door click open; “I’m sorry, please accept this as my form of apology. I swear to treat you to better.” He blurted.
“Haha, very funny.”
Jaejoong looked up and saw a red nosed Yunho with messy bed hair frowning down at him; “Where’s Changmin?” Jaejoong asked, frowning back at Yunho.
“You tell me, you’re his boyfriend.” Yunho snapped, dragging his feet back into the apartment. “He hasn’t been home since last night….”
“Oh…” Jaejoong said, walking into the house and placing the bag of food on top of the kitchen counter.
“He said he was going out with some friends for the night and I have tried calling his cell phone like a million times but, no luck. It’s switched off.” Yunho sighed, falling onto the couch and rolling himself into his blanket.
“Maybe he crashed at one of his friend’s place….?”
“Aren’t you worried about your boyfriend?”
“I was worse, remember?” Jaejoong smirked.
“Exactly why you should be worried about him….you should learn how to keep tabs on your boyfriend…”
“Will you please stop calling him my boyfriend?” Jaejoong frowned; “We’re not like, you know, in a relationship or whatever.”
“Right….” Yunho said, quirking an eyebrow. “…so you guys are…?”
“It’s complicated…” Jaejoong said, looking away. “Are you sick?” He asked, looking at all the empty tissues box and the crumpled tissues that were overflowing from the dustbin.
“It’s just a flu….” Yunho shrugged, absentmindedly. “…no big deal.”
Jaejoong half choked and half laughed and walked towards Yunho; “No big deal?” Jaejoong felt Yunho’s forehead; “You’re burning up…I suggest that you’re first get out of this couch and go sleep on a proper bed.”
“No, leave me alone and go away.” Yunho whined, pulling the sheets over his head.
“Jung Yunho, I will yank you out by your hair and you know I can do that so help me and get out of that fucking couch…”
Yunho pouted, rolling the blankets off; he made a face at Jaejoong and dawdled to the bedroom; “You’re so annoying…” he mumbled, getting on the bed.
“I know…” Jaejoong said, walking to the bathroom and taking out the thermometer from the medicine cabinet.
“How did you know that - “
“You haven’t changed one bit, Yunho….” Jaejoong said, forcing the tool into Yunho’s mouth. “Now, rest. I’ll warm the food.”
And, all of a sudden it was the university days again.
-
When Changmin woke up the second time, he woke up to an empty bed; he looked up, squinty eyed and looking around. “Good morning…” Yoochun smiled, walking in with two cups of freshly brewed coffee. “Did you know you snore when you are sleeping? Not a nice sound…” Yoochun laughed, handing one of the mugs to Changmin.
“Thanks….” Changmin mumbled, taking the mug. “…and I do not snore.”
“You do too…” Yoochun nodded and sipped on his coffee. “I should know, I woke up to it…”
“Oh um…” Changmin scratched the back of his neck; “…sorry.”
“Here’s your shirt…” Yoochun said, throwing Changmin’s shirt. “…you must be feeling cold.”
“How are taking this so coolly?” Changmin frowned; keeping his coffee mug aside and slipping into his shirt. “I mean, you’re not even the least bit surprised….”
“We were drunk out of our wits, what did you expect, ghost stories?” Yoochun laughed, leaning on the door way. “….take a shower and freshen up, I’ll cook up some breakfast.”
“You know, you don’t make sense….”
“Still hung-over?”
“No…” Changmin said, picking up his pants off the floor and pulled them on. “…I mean, aren’t you feeling guilty?”
“Guilty? For what? For fucking? I am sorry, I don’t feel guilty for having good sex.”
Changmin smiled slightly; “It’s like your cheating on Yunho or something right?”
“Why would it be like cheating on Yunho when there is nothing between Yunho and me?” Yoochun asked. “If anyone is going to have a problem with this then it’s someone who’s in a relationship and out of the two of us, it’s you who should be worrying.”
Changmin shrugs; “You could take it for granted that there’s nothing between Jaejoong and me now. Never did have anything with him in the first place….”
-
Perhaps it was because Jaejoong hadn’t gotten enough sleep the previous night, he found himself slipping under Yunho’s sheets and lying down next to him.
“What are you doing?” Yunho gasped, dramatically. “You’re going to fall ill….”
“Have you forgotten how strong my immune system is, Yunho? Jaejoong smiled, looking at Yunho.
“I haven’t….but you know, you aren’t really as young as you used to be.”
Jaejoong gasped; “Excuse me, I am only twenty five. What do you mean, not that young?” He punched Yunho lightly on the shoulder.
Yunho whined and pushed Jaejoong; “Stop hitting me…” He pouted and pulled his blanket to his nose.
Jaejoong laughed softly and scooted closer to Yunho; “Remember when you fell sick right before your midterms?” he asked.
“Of course….” Yunho whispered, tucking the blanket under his chin. “….you made me that special cup of ginger tea….”
“Hmm…”
“….and you kissed me goodnight.”
Jaejoong licked his lips and looked at Yunho tentatively; “Do you want a cup of ginger tea?”
“No…” Yunho said, moving a bit closer. “…I don’t really want tea right now.” And before Jaejoong could answer, they were kissing.
“Nothing’s going to be the same now, is it?” Jaejoong asked, sighing on Yunho’s cheek.
“Nope….” Yunho smiled, pressing into another kiss again.
-
Changmin surprised himself the most when he pressed Yoochun against the bathroom door and kissed him. The way Yoochun groaned under him made him feel wild; there was heat between Yoochun and him. Real, palpable, burning fire.
“I thought I was here to give you a - oh, towel…” Yoochun laughed, pulling Changmin closer.
“Shut up…” Changmin growled, biting Yoochun’s skin. “I’m still not sober…”
“Nothing’s going to be the same now, is it?” Yoochun asked, pulling Changmin’s shirt over the boy’s head.
“Nope….” Changmin chuckled, pinning Yoochun to the door and rolling his hips against Yoochun’s.
-
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a/n:
Whew, okay.
So yeah, this is going somewhere >_>
Nothing’s going to be the same now.
8D
How are you, guys?
Merry Christmas in advance by the way!
Have a ho ho ho one :D