Sweet Harmony update
It's been a year since the last chapter in this series was posted so I wanted to let everyone know that it hasn't been forgotten. I have a (VERY) rough draft for #21 completed and have been jotting down some ideas for the next three stories. I won't make any promises about when they will be posted but as proof that they are in progress I'll give you a sneak preview.
"Stop having sex in my bed."
Jaejoong looks up from protecting his bowl of fried rice with chestnuts from Junsu's wandering fingers, the surprise on his face shifting to his self-described innocent expression. Yoochun doesn't know why he keeps using it, it never works. "I don't.... What?"
Changmin holds up an empty bottle of lube and reads off the post-it stuck on the label. "Make sure to switch hands or you'll give yourself carpal tunnel syndrome. Love, Jj."
"That doesn't mean-"
"And my box of condoms is empty. I've required condoms oncein that bed, Jaejoong. ONCE!"
"No wonder the sheets were still cold went I came to bed last night," Yoochun mutters. Changmin sends a dirty look at Junsu, who just shrugs and smiles.
"At lease you ended up with someone there to help you warm them up," Yunho says, leaning against the back of the arm chair.
"Don't blame Joongie. He was passed out cold; he couldn't keep up." Junsu leans over and gives Yoochun a noisy smooch on the cheek. "And I'll make it up to you tonight, sweetie."
"No, you're going to your mother's for her birthday," Yoochun says, checking his watch. "Junho should be pulling up right about...now."
"SHIT!" Junsu flies to his room to grab his bag, which Yoochun has already packed for him. The buzzer rings from downstairs as he scrambles into the entryway, so he pokes the intercom button. "I'm coming," he yells, loud enough for Yoochun to take a step back. He needs his eardrums more than he needs a good-bye kiss.
"You're not using my toothbrush again," Junho yells back.
Junsu goes to root around in the bag, but Yoochun puts his hand over the opening and nods. He gets pulled into a sloppy kiss for his trouble. "You're a good wife," Junsu says. "Even if you do let your husband sleep around."
"Fuck off," Yoochun laughs, and smacks Junsu's ass as he goes out the door. The smile Yoochun sees as he closes the door leaves him as warm as a day in the sun. He turns around in time to catch Jaejoong finishing his apologies to Yunho. From the colour in Yunho's cheeks, it's very likely he's forgiven.
"I'm going to be staying tomorrow night, too," Jaejoong says as he pulls back and Yunho tightens his grip on Jaejoong's hips.
"Why?" Yunho asks.
"Where?" Changmin butts in.
"Japan."
"Why?"
"Because there are people there who LIKE me."
"Only because they don't live with you." Changmin stomps back to his bedroom, but Yoochun doesn't see any anger in the set of his shoulders.
Jaejoong pokes out his tongue at Changmin's retreating back, then turns to Yunho. "Matsuura-san asked if I could meet for dinner since I was going to be in town." Yoochun steps closer as Yunho lets go completely. "Yunho-yah, I don't think-"
"I don't either," Yunho says quickly. "But it might be simpler if that's why he asked you. Matsuura-san is very shrewd. Listen carefully, Jaejoong, but don't say anything, even if you're sure. There is too much to consider."
"And, don't drink too much," Yoochun adds.
"Drunk might be better, because then no one will understand him," Yunho says, winking, making Yoochun grin and Jaejoong rolls his eyes.
"Since you're being mean to me, I'm leaving." Jaejoong brushes past Yunho, who startles and colours even more. Yoochun's sorry that he couldn't see exactly what Jaejoong did to cause that reaction, he wouldn't have minded attempting to repeat the result.
He meets Yunho's gaze and he can see that Yunho is concerned, he'd guess that it's not so much about Jaejoong taking the meeting but that there is a meeting at all. Yoochun nods, but neither one has found anything to say by the time Changmin rounds the corner into the living room.
"You heard?" Yoochun asks.
"Just because I like to make a dramatic exit doesn't mean I want to miss anything. Matsuura-san is very shrewd."
"Do you think he's hoping Jaejoong will let something slip?" Yunho asks
"No. I think he knows exactly who he's talking to."
"Which is why I said yes." Jaejoong says as he comes back in wearing his travelling clothes and carrying his work bag. He's taking this meeting seriously. "Junsu agreed," he adds while pulling on his boots.
"You couldn't tell me this last night?" Yunho asks.
"You were at the gym when he called and by the time you came home, Junsu and I had finished...talking." Jaejoong grins. "And now the three of you can speculate all you like while we're gone. Give you something to do." His phone chirps softly and he glances at the text message. "The car's here. Time to say good-bye."
Jaejoong moves toward Changmin, but Changmin pulls back and crosses his arms across his chest. He only gets five seconds of Jaejoong's narrow-eyed glare before he's punched in the shoulder.
"Stop being an ass and kiss me good-bye." Changmin sighs and gets another punch. "And do it like you mean it."
"Fine!"
Yoochun half expects Changmin to get punched again as he grabs Jaejoong and arches him back while mauling his mouth. Jaejoong has his fists full of Changmin's shirt, though, which is understandable since there is a good chance Changmin also intends to drop him on his ass. Yoochun glances of at Yunho and smiles at Yunho's pink cheeks and the tongue peeking from between his lips. Yeah, Changmin knows exactly what he's doing. He pretty much flings Jaejoong away when he's done, but Jaejoong keeps his death grip on Changmin's shirt until he finds his balance again.
"That was very enthusiastic," Yunho comments dryly as Jaejoong lets go and Changmin inspects the damage to the pulled seams.
"I'm very happy to see him go."
"Brat!" Jaejoong swings again, but slow enough for Changmin to avoid as Yoochun catches one of Jaejoong's belt loops to ease him away.
"I don't need to ask if you'd like me to hit you, too," Jaejoong whispers as they cuddle into a warm hug and kiss, which is cut short by Yoochun's snort of laughter when Jaejoong pats his ass.
"Who's the brat?" Yoochun says, pushing Jaejoong toward Yunho.
Yunho catches Jaejoong's hand, draws him in to a sweet, lingering kiss. Yoochun's seen them do this dozens--maybe hundreds--of times and he still can't help misting up a little. Even with Changmin nudging his shoulder and smirking at him.
"Don't worry," Jaejoong says, poking Yunho in the cheek, then moves away to pick up his bag.
"Why would I worry?"
"You always worry." Jaejoong flashes a grin over his shoulder as he opens the door.
"Then why tell me not to?" Yunho raises his voice at the closing door. He turns and catches both Yoochun and Changmin staring at him. "I'm not worried."
"Noooo," Yoochun says.
"Of course not, hyung," Changmin adds wryly, then groans. "They didn't change the sheets before they left!"
"You can't do it yourself?" Yoochun asks automatically, mostly distracted by the remains of Jaejoong's lunch.
"It's the principle--"
"You can sleep with me," Yunho offers, cutting of the impending tirade with an arm around Changmin's shoulder.
"This is really good!" Yoochun says with his mouth full, offering a spoonful of the rice to Changmin while Yunho steals a chestnut from the bowl.
The status of Sweet Harmony is here
"Stop having sex in my bed."
Jaejoong looks up from protecting his bowl of fried rice with chestnuts from Junsu's wandering fingers, the surprise on his face shifting to his self-described innocent expression. Yoochun doesn't know why he keeps using it, it never works. "I don't.... What?"
Changmin holds up an empty bottle of lube and reads off the post-it stuck on the label. "Make sure to switch hands or you'll give yourself carpal tunnel syndrome. Love, Jj."
"That doesn't mean-"
"And my box of condoms is empty. I've required condoms oncein that bed, Jaejoong. ONCE!"
"No wonder the sheets were still cold went I came to bed last night," Yoochun mutters. Changmin sends a dirty look at Junsu, who just shrugs and smiles.
"At lease you ended up with someone there to help you warm them up," Yunho says, leaning against the back of the arm chair.
"Don't blame Joongie. He was passed out cold; he couldn't keep up." Junsu leans over and gives Yoochun a noisy smooch on the cheek. "And I'll make it up to you tonight, sweetie."
"No, you're going to your mother's for her birthday," Yoochun says, checking his watch. "Junho should be pulling up right about...now."
"SHIT!" Junsu flies to his room to grab his bag, which Yoochun has already packed for him. The buzzer rings from downstairs as he scrambles into the entryway, so he pokes the intercom button. "I'm coming," he yells, loud enough for Yoochun to take a step back. He needs his eardrums more than he needs a good-bye kiss.
"You're not using my toothbrush again," Junho yells back.
Junsu goes to root around in the bag, but Yoochun puts his hand over the opening and nods. He gets pulled into a sloppy kiss for his trouble. "You're a good wife," Junsu says. "Even if you do let your husband sleep around."
"Fuck off," Yoochun laughs, and smacks Junsu's ass as he goes out the door. The smile Yoochun sees as he closes the door leaves him as warm as a day in the sun. He turns around in time to catch Jaejoong finishing his apologies to Yunho. From the colour in Yunho's cheeks, it's very likely he's forgiven.
"I'm going to be staying tomorrow night, too," Jaejoong says as he pulls back and Yunho tightens his grip on Jaejoong's hips.
"Why?" Yunho asks.
"Where?" Changmin butts in.
"Japan."
"Why?"
"Because there are people there who LIKE me."
"Only because they don't live with you." Changmin stomps back to his bedroom, but Yoochun doesn't see any anger in the set of his shoulders.
Jaejoong pokes out his tongue at Changmin's retreating back, then turns to Yunho. "Matsuura-san asked if I could meet for dinner since I was going to be in town." Yoochun steps closer as Yunho lets go completely. "Yunho-yah, I don't think-"
"I don't either," Yunho says quickly. "But it might be simpler if that's why he asked you. Matsuura-san is very shrewd. Listen carefully, Jaejoong, but don't say anything, even if you're sure. There is too much to consider."
"And, don't drink too much," Yoochun adds.
"Drunk might be better, because then no one will understand him," Yunho says, winking, making Yoochun grin and Jaejoong rolls his eyes.
"Since you're being mean to me, I'm leaving." Jaejoong brushes past Yunho, who startles and colours even more. Yoochun's sorry that he couldn't see exactly what Jaejoong did to cause that reaction, he wouldn't have minded attempting to repeat the result.
He meets Yunho's gaze and he can see that Yunho is concerned, he'd guess that it's not so much about Jaejoong taking the meeting but that there is a meeting at all. Yoochun nods, but neither one has found anything to say by the time Changmin rounds the corner into the living room.
"You heard?" Yoochun asks.
"Just because I like to make a dramatic exit doesn't mean I want to miss anything. Matsuura-san is very shrewd."
"Do you think he's hoping Jaejoong will let something slip?" Yunho asks
"No. I think he knows exactly who he's talking to."
"Which is why I said yes." Jaejoong says as he comes back in wearing his travelling clothes and carrying his work bag. He's taking this meeting seriously. "Junsu agreed," he adds while pulling on his boots.
"You couldn't tell me this last night?" Yunho asks.
"You were at the gym when he called and by the time you came home, Junsu and I had finished...talking." Jaejoong grins. "And now the three of you can speculate all you like while we're gone. Give you something to do." His phone chirps softly and he glances at the text message. "The car's here. Time to say good-bye."
Jaejoong moves toward Changmin, but Changmin pulls back and crosses his arms across his chest. He only gets five seconds of Jaejoong's narrow-eyed glare before he's punched in the shoulder.
"Stop being an ass and kiss me good-bye." Changmin sighs and gets another punch. "And do it like you mean it."
"Fine!"
Yoochun half expects Changmin to get punched again as he grabs Jaejoong and arches him back while mauling his mouth. Jaejoong has his fists full of Changmin's shirt, though, which is understandable since there is a good chance Changmin also intends to drop him on his ass. Yoochun glances of at Yunho and smiles at Yunho's pink cheeks and the tongue peeking from between his lips. Yeah, Changmin knows exactly what he's doing. He pretty much flings Jaejoong away when he's done, but Jaejoong keeps his death grip on Changmin's shirt until he finds his balance again.
"That was very enthusiastic," Yunho comments dryly as Jaejoong lets go and Changmin inspects the damage to the pulled seams.
"I'm very happy to see him go."
"Brat!" Jaejoong swings again, but slow enough for Changmin to avoid as Yoochun catches one of Jaejoong's belt loops to ease him away.
"I don't need to ask if you'd like me to hit you, too," Jaejoong whispers as they cuddle into a warm hug and kiss, which is cut short by Yoochun's snort of laughter when Jaejoong pats his ass.
"Who's the brat?" Yoochun says, pushing Jaejoong toward Yunho.
Yunho catches Jaejoong's hand, draws him in to a sweet, lingering kiss. Yoochun's seen them do this dozens--maybe hundreds--of times and he still can't help misting up a little. Even with Changmin nudging his shoulder and smirking at him.
"Don't worry," Jaejoong says, poking Yunho in the cheek, then moves away to pick up his bag.
"Why would I worry?"
"You always worry." Jaejoong flashes a grin over his shoulder as he opens the door.
"Then why tell me not to?" Yunho raises his voice at the closing door. He turns and catches both Yoochun and Changmin staring at him. "I'm not worried."
"Noooo," Yoochun says.
"Of course not, hyung," Changmin adds wryly, then groans. "They didn't change the sheets before they left!"
"You can't do it yourself?" Yoochun asks automatically, mostly distracted by the remains of Jaejoong's lunch.
"It's the principle--"
"You can sleep with me," Yunho offers, cutting of the impending tirade with an arm around Changmin's shoulder.
"This is really good!" Yoochun says with his mouth full, offering a spoonful of the rice to Changmin while Yunho steals a chestnut from the bowl.
The status of Sweet Harmony is here