All the Places You Don't Belong (And the One Place You Do) 4/5
Title: All The Places You Don’t Belong (And The One Place You Do) 4/5
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin, and all the pairings in between~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Unless being ‘emo’ is something that might be a little off-putting.
Summary: It makes sense then, that the last he ever sees of her is through the tiny peephole of the same door, hair swaying from side to side as she sashays down the hall, heels clacking.
A/N: for vaguelynormal. Also, this thing just keeps getting longer and longer lolol.
Yunho doesn't know for how long he sleeps but when he wakes it’s still dark out. The smell of nicotine wafts against his temple and he realizes that's what woke him up. He looks up from where his head rests just below Jaejoong's chest, pressed against the older man's side to see him blowing smoke rings into the ceiling.
"Smoking inside?" Yunho says in a voice still groggy with sleep.
Jaejoong looks down at him, a little startled then he shrugs. "You looked so comfortable I didn't want to wake you," he says dryly. "But now that you aren't sleeping..."
He makes a move to get out of bed but Yunho tightens his arms around him to keep him from going anywhere. "No, it's all right, I don't mind."
Jaejoong settles back against the headboard and Yunho lays his head more comfortably lower on Jaejoong's stomach, listening to his breathing instead of his heartbeat. Yunho stares unseeingly at the lumps their legs and feet make under the covers. It's silent between them, the air punctuated only by the sound of Jaejoong finishing the rest of his cigarette.
"How do you and Yoochun know each other?" Yunho asks to fill in the quiet.
"He and I go way back," Jaejoong answers after a long drag. The words sound careful, as if Jaejoong had known the question was coming and had practiced the answer in his head. "We used to dream of making it big together, just two kids from the countryside who were too young for their own good." He pauses to tap the end of his cigarette on the ashtray beside the bed. "For about a year we took every job we could get our hands on, saved up, and used half to finally come to the big city."
"Things didn't work out like you expected," Yunho guesses when Jaejoong doesn't continue right away.
"No, they didn't," Jaejoong agrees, and he's no longer in this room but lost in his head, seeing the past. "After we got here we learned pretty quick that we couldn't trust anyone but ourselves. It made me wary and I lost enough of my nerve that when opportunity came knocking, I couldn't take it."
"And Yoochun?"
"Yoochun wanted it more than I did," Jaejoong says, exhaling smoke one last time before setting aside what remained of his cigarette. "So I told him to take the rest of our money to buy his plane ticket. The last time I saw him, he was on a plane bound for America."
"He still looks really good," Yunho tell him.
"I bet he does," Jaejoong replies, turning his body slightly to rummage the bedside drawer. "He came back a few years ago and contacted me. We haven't seen each other but he knows where I live and sometimes he sends me stuff." Jaejoong pulls out the Rolex Yunho had stopped that girl from stealing just days ago. Jaejoong holds it up and wiggles his brows, smiling just a little smugly. "This isn't a fake."
Yunho nods in understanding. "No wonder you didn't want that girl to steal it."
"Yeah, this one's sort of special." He holds the watch carefully in his hands and Yunho can tell that it might be a little more than that.
"How did you know Yoochun could help me?"
"Yoochun's hit the big time in the years we've been apart. He owes me a favor." Jaejoong says, putting the watch away. "I was saving it for when I was in real deep shit but," he reaches out a hand to brush the hair off Yunho's forehead. "You've had it hard from the get go. I figured you could use a break this time around."
"Thank you," Yunho says, kissing the smooth skin of Jaejoong's stomach. He looks up at him. "But I don't need your pity."
"Maybe not," Jaejoong concedes, "But, how about you let an old man assuage his guilt?"
"You aren't old. Much." Yunho says, one hand skipping under the covers to cup Jaejoong's cock. He grins when it starts to grow firm under his ministrations. "See?"
"You aren't going to get anything out of me for at least another hour," Jaejoong warns.
"But I can try right?" Yunho says, shifting around until he's settled comfortably between Jaejoong's thighs, mouth breathing down Jaejoong's cock.
Jaejoong smiles, and it's just visible with the sun creeping over the horizon. "If you're offering to suck my cock it's not like I'm going to say no."
--
They spend the day in bed, fucking every few hours in between sleep and occasionally food. In the evening, Jaejoong dresses him in dark blue silk, almost black, and in a size just a tad too small. It outlines Yunho's body sinfully, as if his chest and thighs had been poured and molded into the expensive fabric. The outfit is another one of Yoochun's gifts, but the size hadn't been quite right so Jaejoong had never worn it. It fits Yunho perfectly, however, and they're both glad Jaejoong hadn't sold it off for what would have been a pretty penny.
“You could come with me,” Yunho says in attempt to prolong the inevitable.
“I could, but,” Jaejoong sighs, brushing off imaginary lint from Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho has to look down at him and he wonders when that had happened. Jaejoong had always seemed larger than life, bigger, and somehow better in Yunho’s eyes. Now, however, this close and with the lights on, Yunho can trace the lines of worry around his eyes and his mouth. He hadn’t noticed them before and it hurts his heart to think that even Jaejoong could grow old - that he himself is no longer the innocent boy he’d once been.
“But what? Don’t you want to? I’m sure Yoochun would love to see you again.” Yunho finds himself unexpectedly pleading, overcome with the urge not to leave the other man.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I had my chance, Yunho-yah. This one’s yours.” Jaejoong sees him off with a kiss sweeter than they’ve ever shared and he’s off. Yunho tries not to look back at Jaejoong in his doorway; the scene feels way too familiar, but he’s the one walking away instead.
When he arrives at the club, the same bouncer opens the door for him. The large man barely spares him another glace, motioning him towards the other door, not the entrance to the club. Yunho walks to it slowly but doesn’t hesitate at the doorknob. It twists smoothly in his grip and the door opens silently when he pushes at it. There’s a short hallway with a curtain at the end, and the walls seem soundproofed when he enters. He can still feel a slight thumping of a bass beneath his feet but he can’t hear anymore music. What he can hear is the murmur of voices and masculine laughter just beyond the thick curtains. Now he hesitates and Yunho stands there, frozen, unable to move faced with the absolute certainty that just beyond the curtain, his life will never be the same again.
It takes him a moment to regain movement in his limbs and even then he has to talk himself into putting one foot in front of the other. He takes a steadying breath as he steps closer to his fate. No sense in having second thoughts now. Lifting a hand, he pulls aside the curtain a fraction, peaking inside. The lights in here are dimmed too; most of it is focused on a small stage with a shiny silver pole in the middle. There’s a man on the stage, twirling round and round the pole, winking and smiling at his audience of two other men. Yunho recognizes the man on stage as the stranger from last night, and upon closer inspection his audience is Yoochun and one other man. Rella, Yunho guesses, and suddenly his heart starts to pound in his chest. Yunho pulls the curtain wide open before he can lose his nerve.
“You’re here!” The man on stage sees him first and stopping abruptly in the mid-swivel of his hips. Immediately, the two other men turn to him. Yoochun stands, smiling when he sees Yunho but the other man’s face becomes expressionless, eyes dark and scrutinizing.
“Welcome,” Yoochun says, “I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind about coming.”
Before Yunho has the chance to answer, the man on stage jumps off it and rushes at Yunho, tugging him closer to where the other two were seated comfortably. “I don’t think we’ve properly been introduced,” he says, smiling brightly up at Yunho. “I’m Junsu. Last night was great.”
“Yunho. My name is Yunho.” Yunho tries not to stammer, a hot blush creeping up his face at the memory of the last time he and Junsu were together.
“I know,” Junsu answers with a smile full of heat and sits Yunho down on a couch opposite the other two. He sits next to them, leaving Yunho alone on the couch on his own.
“I’m glad you actually came back,” Yoochun says, sitting down again. “I thought Junsu might have scared you off.”
“The glare off your big forehead would have done that already,” Junsu retorts. “Be glad the lights were low.”
Yoochun ignores him, but the quirk on one corner of his mouth says he’d been expecting the barb. “This is Changmin,” he continues without missing a beat, gesturing at the other man. Changmin is dressed in unforgiving black, the only color provided by the deep open collar of his jacket. It’s fur-lined and luxurious, further accentuating the impressive amount of skin and lean muscle Changmin had just beneath.
“H-hi,” Yunho stammers, caught by Changmin’s burning gaze. It’s not a completely friendly look and it has Yunho’s hackles rising. Dangerous, his gut tells him, and Yunho feels himself tensing. “Are you Rella?”
Changmin scoffs at his assumption. “Not a chance.”
Confused, Yunho says, “But I thought I was here to see Rella? Jaejoong said -”
“Jaejoong was misinformed,” Changmin interrupts. “Rella is around, but his business is under new management now. Mine.”
“Changmin-ah, play nice,” Yoochun reprimands lightly, laying a hand on Changmin’s thigh.
“For what? Your little charity case?” Changmin says, swiping at Yoochun’s hand. “I know all about how you’ve been keeping tabs on Jaejoong. You said he was a part of your past. You said you’d let it go already but here he is,” Changmin jabs an irate finger in Yunho’s direction. “Because Jaejoong told him to come. And you welcomed him.”
Yoochun sighs, throwing an apologetic glance Yunho’s way before saying, “We’ve been through this, Changmin. I told you I owe Jaejoong a favor. You know I hate owing anybody anything. He said we’d be even if I helped the kid out.” Yunho wants to protest at being called a kid. He’s legal, hardly a child, but he stays quiet. There’s obviously something else going on that had nothing to do with him.
"You'd be even but you'd never let it go," Changmin says, angrily, accusingly.
"Jaejoong is a friend," Yoochun insists, but it's not much of an answer.
"Was," Changmin emphasizes. "Was a friend. You made a pact to turn your back on that life a long time ago. We all did. Why do you insist on holding on to him?"
"We made that pact because we had to, Changmin-ah, to protect the people we cared about. So we could survive," Yoochun rationalizes. "But we aren't running from anyone anymore. We aren't fighting for our lives. We're king of the hill now, Changmin, what are you so afraid of?"
Changmin opens his mouth to reply but Junsu stands abruptly, cutting him off before he can start. He ignores the annoyed looks from both the other men and walks to Yunho, offering him a hand. “Dance with me,” he says, and Yunho can’t help but stare at him dumbfounded.
“N-now?” Yunho asks, glancing at Changmin and Yooochun, unsure.
“Yes. Now.” Junsu answers and his tone brooks no argument despite the smile that still graced his features. The way he says it shows just how much he disapproved. Hesitantly, Yunho takes his hand and lets Junsu walk him to the stage.
“There’s no music,” Yunho protests weakly when he steps onto the small platform.
Junsu smiles at him, a bright, dazzling smile a little incongruent with the unrelenting black he wore and platinum blonde of his hair, yet it’s oddly fitting. “There is,” he says, pulling Yunho close. “Listen.”
Junsu begins to sway to music only he seems to hear and somehow Yunho is hard pressed not to follow. Junsu is shorter than him by a few inches and Yunho has to duck his head a little for their bodies to align comfortably but it puts Junsu’s mouth in a strategic place: right by Yunho’s ear. “What they’re arguing about has nothing to do with us,” Junsu whispers into his ear. “They have some unresolved issues.”
“Like what?” Yunho asks just as quietly, inadvertently breathing Junsu in. He smells sweet, like candy, but not at all cloying.
“We’re doing well these days but a few years ago,” he pauses in his words, pressing his face into Yunho’s neck and inhaling deeply. Being held this close, Yunho feels the subsequent shiver that courses through Junsu’s body and something low in his own stomach tightens. “A few years ago we worked for a very bad man. It took blood, sweat, and tears to get where we are now and Changmin can be very territorial.”
“It doesn’t seem like Yoochun shares the sentiment.”
“Yoochun is a risk-taker,” Junsu says with a rolling shrug that presses the front of his body against Yunho’s in the most frustrating manner. He says it as if that were explanation enough. “Changmin, not so much. He likes security and stability. It’s why we let him run things around here. He’s good at making sure everything we worked so hard to gain remains ours.”
“What does that have to do with Jaejoong? Or me?” Yunho tries very hard to voice these questions despite how very distracting Junsu is becoming. He thinks he might be starting to hear the music Junsu was talking about.
“Yoochun’s always had a soft spot for Jaejoong. And you,” Junsu pulls back a little to look Yunho in the eyes, his gaze dark and enticing. “You’re very tempting. Yoochun likes you. I like you. Changmin might really like you if he took a minute to stop being a jealous asshole.”
“Jealous?” Yunho says, confused. “Why would he be jealous?”
“It’s been just the three of us for a while now,” Junsu explains, rubbing his palms gently over Yunho’s chest. Whether deliberately or by accident he grazes Yunho’s nipples. The pert nubs are hard through Yunho’s tight shirt. Yunho stifles a gasp. “And Changmin is the youngest. We dote on him when he lets us. Any threat to what we have makes him defensive.”
“I’m not a threat,” Yunho says in surprise, voice rising involuntarily.
Junsu just chuckles, a low masculine sound. “Oh, but you are,” he says, putting a hand behind Yunho’s neck. He tilts his own chin upward, bringing their faces close enough together that he breathes the next words against Yunho’s lips. “You are.”
A/N: VERY VERY LONG OVERDUE. I’m extremely sorry but not quite to the point of groveling - yet. Life has just been very very hectic lately. 24 hours in a day is simply not enough to eat, sleep, study, and work. As it is I’m barely alive as I type this. This semester has been GHASTLY, HORRIBLE, TERRIFYING, etc.etc. I knew I’d be busy, but I didn’t anticipate the insanity I’ve been experiencing in the last couple of weeks and will continue to experience all throughout the rest of October.
With that being said it’s only fair that I make this my formal announcement to go on hiatus until further notice. I’m juggling way too many things right now and barely have time to eat and sleep, let alone get to writing. All the crazy is a little upsetting but it can’t be helped.
Vaguelynormal will also be on vacation in a few weeks, and as she’s handling exams at the moment, I think it’d be a safe bet to say that you won’t be hearing from us for quite a while. Not until November at least, maybe not even until Christmas at the longest. I do, however, have a few last obligations before I go into ‘hibernation’, such as that hazing fic for xxfergiexx for that lovely new banner she made for the comm (it’s absolutely wonderful, y/y? :D) and the last part of this fic. So expect those before the end of the year at least lol. TYFYT♥
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin, and all the pairings in between~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Unless being ‘emo’ is something that might be a little off-putting.
Summary: It makes sense then, that the last he ever sees of her is through the tiny peephole of the same door, hair swaying from side to side as she sashays down the hall, heels clacking.
A/N: for vaguelynormal. Also, this thing just keeps getting longer and longer lolol.
Yunho doesn't know for how long he sleeps but when he wakes it’s still dark out. The smell of nicotine wafts against his temple and he realizes that's what woke him up. He looks up from where his head rests just below Jaejoong's chest, pressed against the older man's side to see him blowing smoke rings into the ceiling.
"Smoking inside?" Yunho says in a voice still groggy with sleep.
Jaejoong looks down at him, a little startled then he shrugs. "You looked so comfortable I didn't want to wake you," he says dryly. "But now that you aren't sleeping..."
He makes a move to get out of bed but Yunho tightens his arms around him to keep him from going anywhere. "No, it's all right, I don't mind."
Jaejoong settles back against the headboard and Yunho lays his head more comfortably lower on Jaejoong's stomach, listening to his breathing instead of his heartbeat. Yunho stares unseeingly at the lumps their legs and feet make under the covers. It's silent between them, the air punctuated only by the sound of Jaejoong finishing the rest of his cigarette.
"How do you and Yoochun know each other?" Yunho asks to fill in the quiet.
"He and I go way back," Jaejoong answers after a long drag. The words sound careful, as if Jaejoong had known the question was coming and had practiced the answer in his head. "We used to dream of making it big together, just two kids from the countryside who were too young for their own good." He pauses to tap the end of his cigarette on the ashtray beside the bed. "For about a year we took every job we could get our hands on, saved up, and used half to finally come to the big city."
"Things didn't work out like you expected," Yunho guesses when Jaejoong doesn't continue right away.
"No, they didn't," Jaejoong agrees, and he's no longer in this room but lost in his head, seeing the past. "After we got here we learned pretty quick that we couldn't trust anyone but ourselves. It made me wary and I lost enough of my nerve that when opportunity came knocking, I couldn't take it."
"And Yoochun?"
"Yoochun wanted it more than I did," Jaejoong says, exhaling smoke one last time before setting aside what remained of his cigarette. "So I told him to take the rest of our money to buy his plane ticket. The last time I saw him, he was on a plane bound for America."
"He still looks really good," Yunho tell him.
"I bet he does," Jaejoong replies, turning his body slightly to rummage the bedside drawer. "He came back a few years ago and contacted me. We haven't seen each other but he knows where I live and sometimes he sends me stuff." Jaejoong pulls out the Rolex Yunho had stopped that girl from stealing just days ago. Jaejoong holds it up and wiggles his brows, smiling just a little smugly. "This isn't a fake."
Yunho nods in understanding. "No wonder you didn't want that girl to steal it."
"Yeah, this one's sort of special." He holds the watch carefully in his hands and Yunho can tell that it might be a little more than that.
"How did you know Yoochun could help me?"
"Yoochun's hit the big time in the years we've been apart. He owes me a favor." Jaejoong says, putting the watch away. "I was saving it for when I was in real deep shit but," he reaches out a hand to brush the hair off Yunho's forehead. "You've had it hard from the get go. I figured you could use a break this time around."
"Thank you," Yunho says, kissing the smooth skin of Jaejoong's stomach. He looks up at him. "But I don't need your pity."
"Maybe not," Jaejoong concedes, "But, how about you let an old man assuage his guilt?"
"You aren't old. Much." Yunho says, one hand skipping under the covers to cup Jaejoong's cock. He grins when it starts to grow firm under his ministrations. "See?"
"You aren't going to get anything out of me for at least another hour," Jaejoong warns.
"But I can try right?" Yunho says, shifting around until he's settled comfortably between Jaejoong's thighs, mouth breathing down Jaejoong's cock.
Jaejoong smiles, and it's just visible with the sun creeping over the horizon. "If you're offering to suck my cock it's not like I'm going to say no."
--
They spend the day in bed, fucking every few hours in between sleep and occasionally food. In the evening, Jaejoong dresses him in dark blue silk, almost black, and in a size just a tad too small. It outlines Yunho's body sinfully, as if his chest and thighs had been poured and molded into the expensive fabric. The outfit is another one of Yoochun's gifts, but the size hadn't been quite right so Jaejoong had never worn it. It fits Yunho perfectly, however, and they're both glad Jaejoong hadn't sold it off for what would have been a pretty penny.
“You could come with me,” Yunho says in attempt to prolong the inevitable.
“I could, but,” Jaejoong sighs, brushing off imaginary lint from Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho has to look down at him and he wonders when that had happened. Jaejoong had always seemed larger than life, bigger, and somehow better in Yunho’s eyes. Now, however, this close and with the lights on, Yunho can trace the lines of worry around his eyes and his mouth. He hadn’t noticed them before and it hurts his heart to think that even Jaejoong could grow old - that he himself is no longer the innocent boy he’d once been.
“But what? Don’t you want to? I’m sure Yoochun would love to see you again.” Yunho finds himself unexpectedly pleading, overcome with the urge not to leave the other man.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I had my chance, Yunho-yah. This one’s yours.” Jaejoong sees him off with a kiss sweeter than they’ve ever shared and he’s off. Yunho tries not to look back at Jaejoong in his doorway; the scene feels way too familiar, but he’s the one walking away instead.
When he arrives at the club, the same bouncer opens the door for him. The large man barely spares him another glace, motioning him towards the other door, not the entrance to the club. Yunho walks to it slowly but doesn’t hesitate at the doorknob. It twists smoothly in his grip and the door opens silently when he pushes at it. There’s a short hallway with a curtain at the end, and the walls seem soundproofed when he enters. He can still feel a slight thumping of a bass beneath his feet but he can’t hear anymore music. What he can hear is the murmur of voices and masculine laughter just beyond the thick curtains. Now he hesitates and Yunho stands there, frozen, unable to move faced with the absolute certainty that just beyond the curtain, his life will never be the same again.
It takes him a moment to regain movement in his limbs and even then he has to talk himself into putting one foot in front of the other. He takes a steadying breath as he steps closer to his fate. No sense in having second thoughts now. Lifting a hand, he pulls aside the curtain a fraction, peaking inside. The lights in here are dimmed too; most of it is focused on a small stage with a shiny silver pole in the middle. There’s a man on the stage, twirling round and round the pole, winking and smiling at his audience of two other men. Yunho recognizes the man on stage as the stranger from last night, and upon closer inspection his audience is Yoochun and one other man. Rella, Yunho guesses, and suddenly his heart starts to pound in his chest. Yunho pulls the curtain wide open before he can lose his nerve.
“You’re here!” The man on stage sees him first and stopping abruptly in the mid-swivel of his hips. Immediately, the two other men turn to him. Yoochun stands, smiling when he sees Yunho but the other man’s face becomes expressionless, eyes dark and scrutinizing.
“Welcome,” Yoochun says, “I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind about coming.”
Before Yunho has the chance to answer, the man on stage jumps off it and rushes at Yunho, tugging him closer to where the other two were seated comfortably. “I don’t think we’ve properly been introduced,” he says, smiling brightly up at Yunho. “I’m Junsu. Last night was great.”
“Yunho. My name is Yunho.” Yunho tries not to stammer, a hot blush creeping up his face at the memory of the last time he and Junsu were together.
“I know,” Junsu answers with a smile full of heat and sits Yunho down on a couch opposite the other two. He sits next to them, leaving Yunho alone on the couch on his own.
“I’m glad you actually came back,” Yoochun says, sitting down again. “I thought Junsu might have scared you off.”
“The glare off your big forehead would have done that already,” Junsu retorts. “Be glad the lights were low.”
Yoochun ignores him, but the quirk on one corner of his mouth says he’d been expecting the barb. “This is Changmin,” he continues without missing a beat, gesturing at the other man. Changmin is dressed in unforgiving black, the only color provided by the deep open collar of his jacket. It’s fur-lined and luxurious, further accentuating the impressive amount of skin and lean muscle Changmin had just beneath.
“H-hi,” Yunho stammers, caught by Changmin’s burning gaze. It’s not a completely friendly look and it has Yunho’s hackles rising. Dangerous, his gut tells him, and Yunho feels himself tensing. “Are you Rella?”
Changmin scoffs at his assumption. “Not a chance.”
Confused, Yunho says, “But I thought I was here to see Rella? Jaejoong said -”
“Jaejoong was misinformed,” Changmin interrupts. “Rella is around, but his business is under new management now. Mine.”
“Changmin-ah, play nice,” Yoochun reprimands lightly, laying a hand on Changmin’s thigh.
“For what? Your little charity case?” Changmin says, swiping at Yoochun’s hand. “I know all about how you’ve been keeping tabs on Jaejoong. You said he was a part of your past. You said you’d let it go already but here he is,” Changmin jabs an irate finger in Yunho’s direction. “Because Jaejoong told him to come. And you welcomed him.”
Yoochun sighs, throwing an apologetic glance Yunho’s way before saying, “We’ve been through this, Changmin. I told you I owe Jaejoong a favor. You know I hate owing anybody anything. He said we’d be even if I helped the kid out.” Yunho wants to protest at being called a kid. He’s legal, hardly a child, but he stays quiet. There’s obviously something else going on that had nothing to do with him.
"You'd be even but you'd never let it go," Changmin says, angrily, accusingly.
"Jaejoong is a friend," Yoochun insists, but it's not much of an answer.
"Was," Changmin emphasizes. "Was a friend. You made a pact to turn your back on that life a long time ago. We all did. Why do you insist on holding on to him?"
"We made that pact because we had to, Changmin-ah, to protect the people we cared about. So we could survive," Yoochun rationalizes. "But we aren't running from anyone anymore. We aren't fighting for our lives. We're king of the hill now, Changmin, what are you so afraid of?"
Changmin opens his mouth to reply but Junsu stands abruptly, cutting him off before he can start. He ignores the annoyed looks from both the other men and walks to Yunho, offering him a hand. “Dance with me,” he says, and Yunho can’t help but stare at him dumbfounded.
“N-now?” Yunho asks, glancing at Changmin and Yooochun, unsure.
“Yes. Now.” Junsu answers and his tone brooks no argument despite the smile that still graced his features. The way he says it shows just how much he disapproved. Hesitantly, Yunho takes his hand and lets Junsu walk him to the stage.
“There’s no music,” Yunho protests weakly when he steps onto the small platform.
Junsu smiles at him, a bright, dazzling smile a little incongruent with the unrelenting black he wore and platinum blonde of his hair, yet it’s oddly fitting. “There is,” he says, pulling Yunho close. “Listen.”
Junsu begins to sway to music only he seems to hear and somehow Yunho is hard pressed not to follow. Junsu is shorter than him by a few inches and Yunho has to duck his head a little for their bodies to align comfortably but it puts Junsu’s mouth in a strategic place: right by Yunho’s ear. “What they’re arguing about has nothing to do with us,” Junsu whispers into his ear. “They have some unresolved issues.”
“Like what?” Yunho asks just as quietly, inadvertently breathing Junsu in. He smells sweet, like candy, but not at all cloying.
“We’re doing well these days but a few years ago,” he pauses in his words, pressing his face into Yunho’s neck and inhaling deeply. Being held this close, Yunho feels the subsequent shiver that courses through Junsu’s body and something low in his own stomach tightens. “A few years ago we worked for a very bad man. It took blood, sweat, and tears to get where we are now and Changmin can be very territorial.”
“It doesn’t seem like Yoochun shares the sentiment.”
“Yoochun is a risk-taker,” Junsu says with a rolling shrug that presses the front of his body against Yunho’s in the most frustrating manner. He says it as if that were explanation enough. “Changmin, not so much. He likes security and stability. It’s why we let him run things around here. He’s good at making sure everything we worked so hard to gain remains ours.”
“What does that have to do with Jaejoong? Or me?” Yunho tries very hard to voice these questions despite how very distracting Junsu is becoming. He thinks he might be starting to hear the music Junsu was talking about.
“Yoochun’s always had a soft spot for Jaejoong. And you,” Junsu pulls back a little to look Yunho in the eyes, his gaze dark and enticing. “You’re very tempting. Yoochun likes you. I like you. Changmin might really like you if he took a minute to stop being a jealous asshole.”
“Jealous?” Yunho says, confused. “Why would he be jealous?”
“It’s been just the three of us for a while now,” Junsu explains, rubbing his palms gently over Yunho’s chest. Whether deliberately or by accident he grazes Yunho’s nipples. The pert nubs are hard through Yunho’s tight shirt. Yunho stifles a gasp. “And Changmin is the youngest. We dote on him when he lets us. Any threat to what we have makes him defensive.”
“I’m not a threat,” Yunho says in surprise, voice rising involuntarily.
Junsu just chuckles, a low masculine sound. “Oh, but you are,” he says, putting a hand behind Yunho’s neck. He tilts his own chin upward, bringing their faces close enough together that he breathes the next words against Yunho’s lips. “You are.”
A/N: VERY VERY LONG OVERDUE. I’m extremely sorry but not quite to the point of groveling - yet. Life has just been very very hectic lately. 24 hours in a day is simply not enough to eat, sleep, study, and work. As it is I’m barely alive as I type this. This semester has been GHASTLY, HORRIBLE, TERRIFYING, etc.etc. I knew I’d be busy, but I didn’t anticipate the insanity I’ve been experiencing in the last couple of weeks and will continue to experience all throughout the rest of October.
With that being said it’s only fair that I make this my formal announcement to go on hiatus until further notice. I’m juggling way too many things right now and barely have time to eat and sleep, let alone get to writing. All the crazy is a little upsetting but it can’t be helped.
Vaguelynormal will also be on vacation in a few weeks, and as she’s handling exams at the moment, I think it’d be a safe bet to say that you won’t be hearing from us for quite a while. Not until November at least, maybe not even until Christmas at the longest. I do, however, have a few last obligations before I go into ‘hibernation’, such as that hazing fic for xxfergiexx for that lovely new banner she made for the comm (it’s absolutely wonderful, y/y? :D) and the last part of this fic. So expect those before the end of the year at least lol. TYFYT♥