[fic] Forget-me-nots
Title: Forget-me-nots
Author: hay_linny
Rating: pg-13
Pairings: jaeho, (yoosu)
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho at a Parisian coffee shop. Yoochun misunderstands. Again.
Length: One-shot (1,147)
A/N: i had a massive mind-blank on my yoosu forest fic yesterday and decided to write some jaeho instead T_T i failz.
Jaejoong looked at the man opposite him playfully out of the corner of his eye. Chewing his bottom lip, he opened up a message box.
I am a rock star writes: there’s some uber fit guy sitting in my line of sight
He watched Yunho’s slight surprise to find someone IM-ing him, and then the subsequent recognition. Yunho held back a smile.
JungY25 writes: don’t tell me you're scoping out fish in a foreign cafe. I happen to know you like them good ol’ Korean ;)
I am a rock star writes: humpf. foreign men can turn me on too...
JungY25: most things turn you on.
/I really wanna touch myself signed in/
I am a rock star writes: scuse me but foreign men are waaaay sexier than any koreans /i/ know :P
I really wanna touch myself writes: eh? i'm sexy.
JungY25 writes: jae's perving.
I really wanna touch myself writes: oh, the one with the forget-me-not blue eyes? phwoar.
JungY25 writes: what? where?
I really wanna touch myself writes: behind you, next to the coffee bean bags
I am a rock star writes: shut up, chunnie. i'll be telling the story here.
I really wanna touch myself writes: wat story? you and the french dude?
I really wanna touch myself writes: yeah rite.
I am a rock star writes: sorry? is that junsu i hear banging the waiter in the toilets?
JungY25 writes: jae, really...
I really wanna touch myself writes: up yours. junsu's back at the hotel.
I am a rock star writes: or so you think...
I really wanna touch myself writes: stfu, that man wouldn't touch you with a ten foot long pole.
I really wanna touch myself writes: maybe a tazer.
Jaejoong closed his laptop with a click and strode over to the handsome French man next to the coffee beans.
"Bonzur." He said sweetly, all smiles and big flirty eyes. The French man put down his coffee and newspaper.
"Hello, can I help you?" The man, attention now fully on the Korean man standing in front of him, said in a thick French accent.
Jaejoong smiled brightly again and slid himself onto the couch next to the man.
"Ah...what coffee?"
"You mean what coffee I'm drinking?" The man asked, completely enamoured by the way Jaejoong was leaning heavily (into his lap) to smell his coffee.
Of course, Where Jaejoong lacked in language skills, he made up for in his finesse and subtlety.
"Coffee...it’s good." He smelt the coffee and sat back up, making sure to brush as much of himself on the man’s legs.
“It’s a macchiato, made from Fairtrade Peruvian beans. You know, that popular stuff nowadays.”
Jaejoong had not a clue what the handsome man was saying, but he was finding himself getting very lost in those forget-me-not blue, blue eyes.
“If you want, I could order you one?” The man offered generously, something Jaejoong understood.
“Ah, sank yu.” He mustered up his best serious English and flashing another dazzling smile, rearranged himself properly on the couch.
~*~
On the other side of the Parisian coffee shop, Yoochun and Yunho looked on at the encounter with disbelief.
The door bell went with an echo-y tinkle. Changmin walked into the coffee shop with Junsu in tow. He surveyed the scene calmly and went over to Yoochun and Yunho after ordering his drink.
“Is that your boyfriend fraternising with some foreign hunk?” Changmin, perceptive as always.
Yunho blanched. It was like he had suddenly realised the gravity of the situation. Apparently it wasn't as harmless a joke as he thought, eyeing up the blond adonis.
“He’s just proving his point.” He said uncertainly, eyes trained on the two, who were now having an in depth conversation in what only he could guess was in two different languages, about coffee.
Changmin nodded. Totally unconvinced.
Junsu sat down with a glass of orange juice, smiling brightly.
“Why’s Jaejoongie-hyung touching up that stranger?”
Pinching the ridge of his nose, Yunho closed his laptop and rose from his chair. Striding towards the animated pair, he pulled Jaejoong up and swiftly ushered him out of the cafe.
Once outside and around into a deserted alleyway, Jaejoong twisted himself loose.
“Excuse me, I was having a nice conversation with Jean-Paul!” He huffed, crossing his arms.
“What conversation? Cooing sounds and coy looks don’t make dialogue.” Yunho exclaimed, hand still grasping Jaejoong’s wrist.
“Yoochun started it.”
“No, you started it. Checking out other men next to me is supposed to be a joke.”
“It was-“
“Not the way you were man-handling Jean-Paul.” Yunho cut in, getting extremely agitated.
Jaejoong smiled amusedly. He loved it when Yunho got jealous.
“Well, I wasn’t lying when I said I found foreign men sex-“
And then Yunho was kissing him. Pressing him right up against the grimy brick wall, fingers in his hair and pushing up his jumper roughly to palm his hot expanse of skin.
Hmm, kissing on French soil...so so hot, Jaejoong thought as Yunho ran his tongue along Jaejoong’s bottom lip and then licking his upper lip lightly so that he’d open up for him. Teeth clacked together as Yunho grabbed hold of Jaejoong’s hands and held it above his head. Hips met as Jaejoong used the free parts of his body to manoeuvre himself closer, the friction garnering a growl from Yunho.
Oh, so possessive, Jaejoong thought hotly. “I should get you riled up more often.” He said aloud, smiling into their kiss.
“If you ever.”
A kiss to Jaejoong’s collarbone.
“Do this again.”
A bite to his exposed neck and Jaejoong was mewling, breaking free from Yunho’s restraint and grabbing the sides of his head to kiss him deeper.
~*~
Yoochun and Junsu were entwined on the hotel sofa-bed with Changmin reading by the windowsill when the two came back, rumpled and satisfied.
Changmin completely ignored the pair whilst Yoochun, seeing they had returned, immediate whipped out something from Junsu’s back pocket, taking the opportunity to also grope Junsu’s behind for a few seconds.
“Gah, get off, mangy pervert.”
Yoochun ignored him and twisted to face Jaejoong.
“The Jean-Paul guy gave you his number. Told you to call him anytime you need a coffee.” Yoochun said, throwing Jaejoong a folded piece of paper. But not before Yunho intercepted it swiftly with a glare and ripped it to shreds.
“Hey, I liked the man.” Jaejoong pouted.
Yunho looked at him incredulously. “My warning!” He reminded, pride hurt. Did Jaejoong not listen to him in the alleyway?
“Yunho-yah, no need to worry. The uber fit guy I was talking about was you, dumbass.” Jaejoong said shortly, patting his shoulder and sauntering away into the bedroom.
Yunho stood in the hallway confused.
“Yoochun, you said...”
“Who was I to know, hyung.” Yoochun replied, unapologetic whilst running his hands down Junsu’s waist, earning a slap.
...
“Fucking tazer my ass, I’m using a gun.”
Yoochun bolted.
Author: hay_linny
Rating: pg-13
Pairings: jaeho, (yoosu)
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho at a Parisian coffee shop. Yoochun misunderstands. Again.
Length: One-shot (1,147)
A/N: i had a massive mind-blank on my yoosu forest fic yesterday and decided to write some jaeho instead T_T i failz.
Jaejoong looked at the man opposite him playfully out of the corner of his eye. Chewing his bottom lip, he opened up a message box.
I am a rock star writes: there’s some uber fit guy sitting in my line of sight
He watched Yunho’s slight surprise to find someone IM-ing him, and then the subsequent recognition. Yunho held back a smile.
JungY25 writes: don’t tell me you're scoping out fish in a foreign cafe. I happen to know you like them good ol’ Korean ;)
I am a rock star writes: humpf. foreign men can turn me on too...
JungY25: most things turn you on.
/I really wanna touch myself signed in/
I am a rock star writes: scuse me but foreign men are waaaay sexier than any koreans /i/ know :P
I really wanna touch myself writes: eh? i'm sexy.
JungY25 writes: jae's perving.
I really wanna touch myself writes: oh, the one with the forget-me-not blue eyes? phwoar.
JungY25 writes: what? where?
I really wanna touch myself writes: behind you, next to the coffee bean bags
I am a rock star writes: shut up, chunnie. i'll be telling the story here.
I really wanna touch myself writes: wat story? you and the french dude?
I really wanna touch myself writes: yeah rite.
I am a rock star writes: sorry? is that junsu i hear banging the waiter in the toilets?
JungY25 writes: jae, really...
I really wanna touch myself writes: up yours. junsu's back at the hotel.
I am a rock star writes: or so you think...
I really wanna touch myself writes: stfu, that man wouldn't touch you with a ten foot long pole.
I really wanna touch myself writes: maybe a tazer.
Jaejoong closed his laptop with a click and strode over to the handsome French man next to the coffee beans.
"Bonzur." He said sweetly, all smiles and big flirty eyes. The French man put down his coffee and newspaper.
"Hello, can I help you?" The man, attention now fully on the Korean man standing in front of him, said in a thick French accent.
Jaejoong smiled brightly again and slid himself onto the couch next to the man.
"Ah...what coffee?"
"You mean what coffee I'm drinking?" The man asked, completely enamoured by the way Jaejoong was leaning heavily (into his lap) to smell his coffee.
Of course, Where Jaejoong lacked in language skills, he made up for in his finesse and subtlety.
"Coffee...it’s good." He smelt the coffee and sat back up, making sure to brush as much of himself on the man’s legs.
“It’s a macchiato, made from Fairtrade Peruvian beans. You know, that popular stuff nowadays.”
Jaejoong had not a clue what the handsome man was saying, but he was finding himself getting very lost in those forget-me-not blue, blue eyes.
“If you want, I could order you one?” The man offered generously, something Jaejoong understood.
“Ah, sank yu.” He mustered up his best serious English and flashing another dazzling smile, rearranged himself properly on the couch.
~*~
On the other side of the Parisian coffee shop, Yoochun and Yunho looked on at the encounter with disbelief.
The door bell went with an echo-y tinkle. Changmin walked into the coffee shop with Junsu in tow. He surveyed the scene calmly and went over to Yoochun and Yunho after ordering his drink.
“Is that your boyfriend fraternising with some foreign hunk?” Changmin, perceptive as always.
Yunho blanched. It was like he had suddenly realised the gravity of the situation. Apparently it wasn't as harmless a joke as he thought, eyeing up the blond adonis.
“He’s just proving his point.” He said uncertainly, eyes trained on the two, who were now having an in depth conversation in what only he could guess was in two different languages, about coffee.
Changmin nodded. Totally unconvinced.
Junsu sat down with a glass of orange juice, smiling brightly.
“Why’s Jaejoongie-hyung touching up that stranger?”
Pinching the ridge of his nose, Yunho closed his laptop and rose from his chair. Striding towards the animated pair, he pulled Jaejoong up and swiftly ushered him out of the cafe.
Once outside and around into a deserted alleyway, Jaejoong twisted himself loose.
“Excuse me, I was having a nice conversation with Jean-Paul!” He huffed, crossing his arms.
“What conversation? Cooing sounds and coy looks don’t make dialogue.” Yunho exclaimed, hand still grasping Jaejoong’s wrist.
“Yoochun started it.”
“No, you started it. Checking out other men next to me is supposed to be a joke.”
“It was-“
“Not the way you were man-handling Jean-Paul.” Yunho cut in, getting extremely agitated.
Jaejoong smiled amusedly. He loved it when Yunho got jealous.
“Well, I wasn’t lying when I said I found foreign men sex-“
And then Yunho was kissing him. Pressing him right up against the grimy brick wall, fingers in his hair and pushing up his jumper roughly to palm his hot expanse of skin.
Hmm, kissing on French soil...so so hot, Jaejoong thought as Yunho ran his tongue along Jaejoong’s bottom lip and then licking his upper lip lightly so that he’d open up for him. Teeth clacked together as Yunho grabbed hold of Jaejoong’s hands and held it above his head. Hips met as Jaejoong used the free parts of his body to manoeuvre himself closer, the friction garnering a growl from Yunho.
Oh, so possessive, Jaejoong thought hotly. “I should get you riled up more often.” He said aloud, smiling into their kiss.
“If you ever.”
A kiss to Jaejoong’s collarbone.
“Do this again.”
A bite to his exposed neck and Jaejoong was mewling, breaking free from Yunho’s restraint and grabbing the sides of his head to kiss him deeper.
~*~
Yoochun and Junsu were entwined on the hotel sofa-bed with Changmin reading by the windowsill when the two came back, rumpled and satisfied.
Changmin completely ignored the pair whilst Yoochun, seeing they had returned, immediate whipped out something from Junsu’s back pocket, taking the opportunity to also grope Junsu’s behind for a few seconds.
“Gah, get off, mangy pervert.”
Yoochun ignored him and twisted to face Jaejoong.
“The Jean-Paul guy gave you his number. Told you to call him anytime you need a coffee.” Yoochun said, throwing Jaejoong a folded piece of paper. But not before Yunho intercepted it swiftly with a glare and ripped it to shreds.
“Hey, I liked the man.” Jaejoong pouted.
Yunho looked at him incredulously. “My warning!” He reminded, pride hurt. Did Jaejoong not listen to him in the alleyway?
“Yunho-yah, no need to worry. The uber fit guy I was talking about was you, dumbass.” Jaejoong said shortly, patting his shoulder and sauntering away into the bedroom.
Yunho stood in the hallway confused.
“Yoochun, you said...”
“Who was I to know, hyung.” Yoochun replied, unapologetic whilst running his hands down Junsu’s waist, earning a slap.
...
“Fucking tazer my ass, I’m using a gun.”
Yoochun bolted.