oneshot: trapped in the closet.
Title: Trapped in the Closet.
Length: Oneshot.
Pairings: Jaeho/Yunjae, Ninja!Yoosu just because we all know that they are. ;D.
Rating: PG.
Genre: Humour(ish), Romance.
Summary: Yoosu decide to be Yunjae shippers.
Dedication: checkmaze who demanded I write this fic and also betaed it for me.
“CHANGMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” Jaejoong’s cry sounded throughout the flat even over the loud radio. Instead of hearing footsteps like an elephants approach the kitchen at record speed, there was none.
“Changmin?” Jaejoong turned off the radio and listened intently. Nothing. Not even the sounds of his other bandmates. Grabbing his spatula tightly in his left hand and a frying pan in the other, he tentatively stepped into the hallway. He tiptoed past the open doors of the bathroom, the living room and the dining room until he had no choice but to creep up to the closed door of the bedroom. Fear prevented him from bursting into the room so he put his ear up to the door. He heard quiet mutterings which he recognised as Yoochun and Junsu.
“Are we ready for tonight?”
“Well, we have the handcuffs already-“
“WAH!” Jaejoong had jumped back so forcefully he had landed on the floor, managing to bang his head on an unknown object. Rubbing his head, he looking up to find them staring at him as if he was wearing a chicken costume. He wasn’t by the way. “Do you know where Changmin is?”
“No…”
“Right, thanks!” He bounded up and away as fast as he could, really against hearing the rest of their conversation. Unhelpful mental images burned his mind as he ran away back into the kitchen to find the maknae eating the food he had made earlier. Jaejoong blamed him completely.
“YOU! WHERE WERE YOU EARLIER?!”
“… You’re meant to cook in the kitchen hyung.”
“Wha-“ Then Jaejoong realised he was carrying around kitchen utensils as weapons. He placed them down, failing to maintain any dignity and turned to Changmin with a death stare. It must have been pretty scary as Changmin froze before sliding as far away from Jaejoong as he could without abandoning the food.
“You are so going to pay for not being here earlier by the way.”
“B-b-but, IT’S NOT MY FAULT! YUNHO-AH TOLD ME TO FINISH MY WORK AND THEN TO FUCK OFF SO I CAME HERE TO EAT!” he said, his mouth unpleasantly full.
“Right.” Jaejoong seized the spatula again and went in search of the leader. Someone was going to pay for the frying of his brain. He heard the dancer in the studio practising. The music was loud so with an evil laugh, Jaejoong hid himself.
“Yunho! HELP!” he yelled. As predicted, the male instantly came to Jaejoong’s “rescue” only to be ambushed by being continually whacked over the head.
“YAH! What’s with the hate?!”
“YOU MADE ME LISTEN TO A YOOSU CONVERSATION TO ASSHOLE!” Jaejoong said between hits.
“No I didn’t!”
“Yes you did!”
“No I didn’t!”
“You think I’m that mean?!”
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s just rude.”
“Yep. Now, go and get your mind permanently tainted so I’m not the only one.”
“But Changmin’s not busy.”
“But he’s the maknae. You, as leader, should take this sacrifice. Or I shall hit you over the head repeatedly with that oversized spoon I received at Christmas and have never used.”
“ALRIGHT! I’m going.” With that the younger man sulked off whilst Jaejoong stood there victorious. After basking in his complete win, he skipped, yes skipped, off back to the kitchen to make dinner for them all.
Dinner was a weird and awkward time. Yoochun and Junsu kept shooting glances at each other across the table, making Jaejoong’s mental images return, and guessing by Yunho’s facial expressions, his too. Changmin didn’t even notice; it was Jaejoong’s famous kimchi jjigae and there was no way he was going to miss out on a second of it by noticing things.
“Changmin, you can wash up.”
“What? Yoochun, that’s not fair. Jaejoong made the mess.”
“For you lot to eat! No way am I doing it! Yunho, tell him!”
“Changmin, it’s only fair for you to do washing up. Plus, I’m leader, you’re maknae. You lose. I win. Get over it.”
Grumbling, Changmin had no choice but to agree. But at least he got a little song out of it, “Yunho loves Jaejoong, Yunho loves Jaejoong, who loves Jaejoong? YUNHO DOES!” which he insisted on singing loudly as he walked around the house.
As the other four were sat in the living room listening to the annoying song, the Yoosu couple nodded at each other, making Jaejoong slightly nervous. Were they going to include him in their sick sexual games?
It seemed to be no, but Yunho was not so lucky.
“Yunho, would you help me get something from the bedroom?”
“What? Oh yeah, sure Junsu,” he said with a smile.
Poor guy.
After a few minutes, Yoochun broke the silence that had settled.
“Jaejoong, come with me.”
“Err, no.”
“Why not?”
“Because I am not going to be used as a pawn in your sexual games! Sexy though I am.”
“Right… whatever. Still, you’re going to have to come with me.” Seeing Jaejoong’s reluctance, he added, “And I promise neither me nor Junsu plan to rape you.”
“Well, ok. But you break your promise, I break your leg!” Yoochun just laughed and grabbed Jaejoong’s arm, dragging him out of the room and into the hallway. Yoochun stopped randomly and put his ear to the coat cupboard. Feeling afraid, Jaejoong tried to edge himself away slowly but to no avail.
“Jaejoong, where are you going? I am about to give you your birthday present!”
“…in the coat cupboard?”
“Of course.” He grinned, a glint in his eye and Jaejoong then decided it was a good time to bolt. But, as usual it seemed today, it didn’t work and he was forced into the small, dark room to find that Yunho, bound up and gagged. Fangirls everywhere would die to see this but all Jaejoong could do was laugh hysterically. Yunho looked up at him ludicrously.
He apologised between laughs as he freed him, the fact that he couldn’t breathe hindering his progress tremendously. Finally, both men were free and able to bang on the closed door, calling Yoochun and Junsu every name under the sun. They swore they could hear Changmin cackling in the background somewhere and Jaejoong added him to his hit list as well.
“This is hopeless.” Jaejoong gave up and sat down on what looked to be a Henry Hoover. “Why would they lock me in here and say it’s my birthday present? I would have much appreciated a car. But nooooo. That’s too conventional.” He glanced up at the younger male who was completely still, leaning against the door with one hand, as if he was frozen in time. “Yunho? Are you ok? You seem a bit… stiff. AH NO! I mean… errr, you’re not stiff, not like that anyways. Not that I’m saying you can’t be but.. errr.. yeah.” Jaejoong trailed off, shocked by the non-response he was getting.
“Jaejoong.”
“Yup?”
“What do you think of me?”
This question took Jaejoong completely off guard. Of all the things Jaejoong expected him to say, this was defiantly not one of them.
“Sorry, what?”
He turned and looked Jaejoong in the eye before repeating his question slowly. Jaejoong was dazed slightly by Yunho’s eyes so again he did not answer the question.
“Jaejoong, are you ignoring me on purpose?” Yunho crouched down so there faces were inches apart. Jaejoong had never noticed his lips before. They looked kissable. No! Jaejoong could not be having those thoughts about Yunho! “Jaejoong?”
“Sorry Yunho! Bit err… well, you know.” Yunho smiled slightly.
“Yes I do know for I am Yunho.”
“Corny much.”
“Yeah well it’s not my fault you’re so attracted to me you can’t even complete your own sentences.”
All Jaejoong could do was laugh nervously. Yunho seemed to notice but didn’t comment. They sat in silence, lost in each other’s eyes until Yunho’s cleared his throat, making Jaejoong jump.
“You see, the reason we’re in here, is because of me. I made the mistake of telling Junsu something personal. I should have known he wouldn’t have been able to keep it from his stupid boyfriend.” He sounded really businesslike.
This made Jaejoong even more bewildered. Had he slipped into some parallel universe or something? OH! Maybe it was a dream. It was a good dream. But a dream nonetheless. What a pity.
“Jaejoong, why did you just sigh?”
“Errr, no reason, just errr, reflecting on being stuck in here.”
“You think it’d be that bad?” Yunho’s face and voice dropped, bringing Jaejoong’s stomach down with them. In no way had he meant to hurt Yunho and he spoke before he could stop himself.
“It’s not that it’s bad being with you!” Oops. Well, that was going to make everything weird. Or so he thought.
“Really? You don’t mind being stuck in the closet with me?” Jaejoong shock his head and Yunho practically jumped for joy. Well, this was turning a different sort of weird.
Glancing around the room for a subject of conversation, something in Jaejoong’s head finally clicked.
“Hang on. What did you tell Junsu that you couldn’t tell the rest of us?”
Yunho smirked. This just made Jaejoong want to hit him in that face. “Something I can’t tell you.”
“Yes you can. I’m asking to be told. So tell me. Before I throw Henry at your face.”
He hesitated and Jaejoong swore he could see fear in his eyes. The elder stood up and placed his hand on the younger’s shoulder in comfort, but this just scared the boy in deep thought. Feeling like an idiot, Jaejoong went to sit down again. Yunho stopped him and turned him around, pushing him against the wall so he could feel his warm breath tickle his cheek. It was rather pleasant.
“I like you Jaejoong so much I think I may even be in love with you.”
Well, that was a shock. Jaejoong went to answer but Yunho crushed his lips to his, preventing speech. For the first few seconds, he could only stand there astounded until his arms wrapped themselves around Yunho and Jaejoong realised he was enjoying this. Their lips were soon moving in unison and the kiss felt so perfect that it seemed the lips were like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that had finally been put together under some rather forced conditions.
Yunho pulled away too soon for Jaejoong’s liking. They stood in the dark, bodies close and touching, breathing heavily, neither bothering to break the silence as they both smiled tenderly at each other. Jaejoong felt obliged to say something.
“Well, that was… amazing.”
Yunho laughed. “Hell yeah it was.”
“So remind me why we aren’t still doing it?”
“I have no idea.”
Who knew that all you needed was two pushy friends and a small, dark room to find love?
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