Battle of the Exes
Here we go again. We're sick like animals, we play pretend.
It’s close to a full house at Starbucks that day save for a few reserved seats in the smoking area, tables left to collect coffee cup, rounded marks, dust and the occasional bird doodles. Mornings with Yunho and Jaejoong consisted of coffee and a pack of Marlboro lights.
One drip coffee, black, grande for Yunho (Jaejoong could order Yunho’s coffee for him in his sleep, sadly enough) and one cream based caramel macchiato, nonfat milk, for Jaejoong (Yunho tries but fails to say macchiato and comes up with a sound that’s a cross between machine and cardboard). Needless to say, Jaejoong takes care of the orders for the both of them.
This morning was warm, air thick and Jaejoong can’t ask for anything better. There was something about summer and sunglasses that made him giddy where Yunho was easily irritated and in the mood for almost nothing.
Jaejoong reaches their table with both their orders on a tray just when Yunho was tearing the plastic casing of their cigarettes off.
“At this rate, stoves will become obsolete.” Yunho sighs as Jaejoong pulls up a chair and settles both their orders on the table, licking his thumb where some of the caramel from his order slipped. “Everyone will be cooking on the streets.”
Jaejoong makes a face. “That doesn’t sound very appetizing.”
Yunho faces Jaejoong from across the table, reaching out for the packet of sugar on the black tray and shaking it in his hand before tearing the paper and pouring its contents into his coffee. Yunho’s one of those guys that makes people give a second glance when they walk by him. He’s tall, for one, and for two he’s got a great smile that he doesn’t hesitate to show off. Yunho’s also got a small face, not tiny, just small and partially perfect in framing what with his cheek bones and jaw line. His eyes were borderline feline, single lids and never escape his smile which is perfect because Jaejoong found it beautiful when Yunho’s smile would reach his eyes and wash over his face. Which was all the time, thank fucking god.
Jaejoong can’t help but compare his own facial features to the man sitting before him, neck slightly glazed over with a thin matt of sweat, every gulp of his coffee sent Jaejoong’s eyes to linger over the bulk of his Adam’s apple, bobbing in response. Jaejoong mentally slaps himself. How inappropriate.
Friends don’t stare at friends’ Adam’s apples. Unless the occasion calls for it.
“Jae,” Yunho’s stare is directed somewhere over Jaejoong’s shoulder. He nods towards whatever it was that he was looking and Jaejoong follows his gaze over his shoulder.
When he does he is greeted with the sight of a woman and man sitting in the far corner of the café, their table not as exposed as Jaejoong and Yunho’s. The woman had her hand under the table, in places that’s making the man smile all toothy and excited, their foreheads linked to one another.
“Please tell me we weren’t like that when we were dating.” Yunho says over the rim of his coffee and Jaejoong cocks an eyebrow at him.
Right. Jaejoong almost forgot. They used to date. Well, they were friends for, like, 2 years. Then things went fuzzy every time Yunho touched him. Then he finally realized he wanted Yunho to touch him all the time while disregarding the ‘let’s respect the bro code, though’ factor. So, they dated. After Jaejoong oh so lovingly decided to throw caution to the wind and whip out his guitar and CD player. Yunho’s eyes were all upturned crescents, his smile causing his face to look like it was about to split in half, his cheeks dusted several tints of red as he watched Jaejoong proceed to sing something he wrote an hour ago when he finally decided that he wanted Yunho bad enough. The song was about friends and how sometimes it wasn’t a bad idea for love to take over and that he was scared of Yunho and scared of failing him. He’d never written anything so honest.
“Jae?” Yunho’s voice comes into Jaejoong’s ear, snapping him out of his flashbacks of nervousness and sweat. His wide eyes stare back at Yunho’s dubious, small ones.
“Yeah?” Jaejoong shrugs, trying to fall back into the topic at hand. “Leave ‘em alone okay. We were worse.”
“If by worse you mean amazing, then I agree wholeheartedly.” Yunho finished by placing a hand over his chest.
“No.” Jaejoong shakes his head, an amused smirk lining his lips. “I mean worse as in phone calls at 3 in the morning because one of us, who we need not mention, butitwasyou, thought someone broke into their house only to find out that it was just their brother, Junsu.”
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
Jaejoong shakes his head, lips over the rim of his cup.
“That was one time, Kim Jaejoong.”
“I had 7 A.M. classes, douche.”
“Yeah, Euthenics!” Yunho places his hands on the table. “That’s not even a real class.”
“Really? My class card says it’s 2 units of realness.”
“That’s bull turd.” Yunho waves his hands. It was a habit of his to make his hands wander about his perimeters, his only way of getting his point across, much like Jaejoong who always texts with emoticons to make sure his messages don’t come in monotonous heaps. He thinks it’s charming. Yunho thinks they’re a waste of space. “I can teach you Euthenics.”
“Yeah. And lesson one will be don’t call Jaejoong at 3 in the morning when you know he has to get up at 5:30 for his first class.”
“I hate you.” Yunho replies offhandedly.
“Liar.” Jaejoong winks while Yunho rolls his eyes.
They stay silent for a bit, the buzzing of the café surrounding them. Then Jaejoong remembers what he wanted to tell Yunho since last night.
“So, I have a date tonight.” Jaejoong catches his bottom lip with his teeth. “Uhm.”
Yunho’s eyes go narrows for a split second before a grin spreads across his mouth. “Lookat’chu! Getting back on the horse, I see.”
Jaejoong shrugs, unable to help the smile creeping on his lips.
“So.”
“So?”
“Who are we talking about here? Someone I know?”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I just met him yesterday in the park during my jog. We were wearing the same shirt.”
“Awesome. That’s a giveaway right there. Now you know he’s gay.”
Jaejoong’s brows knit together before kicking Yunho’s leg from underneath the table. Yunho’s knees fly up, colliding with the top. He steadies the table with both hands and fights through his mirth.
“I’m just saying.”
“My t-shirts are very becoming.”
“I never implied otherwise.” Yunho interrupts Jaejoong before he can retort. “What’s his name?”
Jaejoong sighs, but smiles regardless. “Okay. So, his name’s Yoochun. And he’s adorable as fuck. Shaggy hair, nice eyes-“
“Body?”
“Oh god, hot.” Jaejoong nods. Then tilts his head in wonder. “Well, I wouldn’t say hot hot. He’s kind of skinny, but still. And his lips, they’re just, so full and…”
“D’you make out with him already?” Yunho asks with one brow raised.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Why would I even--?”
“You put out on the first date. I know this from reliable sources. And experience.” Yunho grins.
“Er..” It’s suddenly ten times hotter than it actually was, Jaejoong’s neckline seemingly tight. He pulls at the collar of his shirt, throwing Yunho a scandalized look. Yunho merely laughs. “No, but you’re like. You’re cool with this. Right?”
“With you going out?” Yunho licks at the line of coffee over his upper lip. “Of course. It’s been a month since we broke up and. Well, actually I. You know. Since we’re on this topic. You’ll be glad to know that I found someone as well.”
Jaejoong’s eyes light up in excitement. “Seriously?”
Yunho nods. “Online.”
“What?”
“What. Jaejoong. Don’t look at me like that.”
Jaejoong laughs. “I’m not looking at you like anything. I’m just. Online. Really?”
“Yeah. Really. What! I told you not to look at me like that.”
“Fine. I’ll fucking stare at your cup.” Jaejoong drops his gaze to Yunho’s coffee cup. “Why online?”
He hears Yunho muffle his half yawn, half laugh behind his hand. “Why not?”
“You just don’t seem like the type.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re a charming guy who should be selecting from the top of the barrel, not the bottom.”
“I don’t think online dating is the bottom of the barrel. It’s not like I went on Craig’s list.”
Yunho goes on to explaining how he met max672 and the things they had in common. Jaejoong listened, paying attention to the way Yunho’s gestures were a little more excited when speaking of this max person. It was nice. Jaejoong knew they both deserved moments of happiness. Even if it wasn’t with each other.
~o~
Jaejoong spots Yoochun in the restaurant, his head bent low over the table when Jaejoong nears him. Yoochun looks up, all smiles and donning a pair of black, thick rimmed glasses Jaejoong never saw before. Jaejoong mentions them and Yoochun bashfully apologizes about forgetting his contacts, proceeding to pull them off but being stopped by Jaejoong’s quiet, “No, I think they look nice on you.”
Dinner went by smoothly, to Jaejoong’s surprise. He never thought he’d have so much in common with a guy that he only saw glimpses off in a park. Talking to him now, in a different setting, his skin so radiant under the dim glow of warm light, Jaejoong’s enjoying himself, not bothering the hide his laugh behind his hand when Yoochun makes an offhanded comment that he finds hilarious.
“Well, I’m a student.” Jaejoong explains as a response to Yoochun’s question.
“Major?”
“Arts. Well.” One of Jaejoong’s shoulder rises. “Graphic design. Sort of a frustration of mine. And I work part time as an article writer for the Daily Log.”
“The Daily Log? No shit.” Yoonhun smiles even wider and it pierces Jaejoong’s soft spots, leaving him with no choice but to mirror Yoochun’s excitement. “What do you write?”
“Anything really. Except sports.”
Yoochun laughs.
“What do you do?”
“I’m an elementary teacher.”
“Really?” Jaejoong’s eyes round up. “That’s so cute.”
Yoochun’s brows rise to his hairline and Jaejoong thinks he said something wrong.
“Well, not cute. Just. You know. Astounding?” Jaejoong amends much to Yoochun’s amusement.
“Thank you.”
“What school?”
“Haneul.”
“Oh, do you know someone named Changmin? He’s a photographer there. Currently working as a photographer, I mean.”
“Yeah, yeah. Tall guy. Uneven eyes when he smiles. Speaks sarcasm as if it were a second language.”
“That’s him.” Jaejoong raises his glass of wine before taking a sip.
“Yeah. Kids are fucking frightened of him.”
“I bet.”
The rest of their dinner consisted of conversations that revolved around their family, their ambitions, basically things that existed prior to their paths colliding and for lack of a better adjective, Jaejoong thought it was nice. He missed the concept of getting to know someone, of trying to lace questions together in order to keep the conversation going until the two of you ease into an unspoken chemistry that soon doesn’t require as much effort as the first time.
And when Yoochun first tries how their lips fit outside of Jaejoong’s door, he finds that they still have a lot of work to do before comfort becomes an everyday thing for them. But as stated earlier. Yoochun was nice. And Jaejoong needed nice.
~o~
The next night Yunho’s call comes in at 11:27 pm so when Jaejoong groggily connects his phone to his ear while proceeding to bury himself in the depths of his comforter the first thing he says to Yunho is, “When I said that you should stop calling me at 3 in the morning I didn’t mean that you should call me at 11-“ Jaejoong’s yawn/statement is cut short with Yunho’s alarmed voice.
“What was his name again? That guy you went out with. What was his name?”
“What, who? Yoochun?”
“Yoochun. Uhuh. Shaggy hair. Small eyes. Pale skin. Glasses.”
“Yunho, why do you know that?” Jaejoong thinks Yunho’s alarm is creeping up on him when his intuition kicks in but he pushes it aside. He needed confirmation, not assumptions.
“Meet me tomorrow at Starbucks.”
“I have class..”
“After then.”
~o~
And even before Jaejoong can get settled in the chair opposite Yunho by the table, Yunho tosses him his phone and in the screen lies an image of Yoochun, slurping noodles from a bowl.
“The fuck?” Jaejoong drops to his seat, gaze bouncing from the screen to Yunho then vice versa.
“Something tells me we’re dating the same guy.”
“MAX???”
Yunho nods.
Jaejoong pounds his fist on the table. “Wait, no. Okay. I’m sure there’s a way that we can talk about this like adults.”
“I cannot agree more.”
“Yoochun’s mine.”
“Yes and-huh?”
“Yunho, I want him.” Jaejoong talks as if he’s referring to a doll on the stand of a toy store.
“And I fucking don’t?”
“I can’t go on a treasure hunt and find gold like you can, Yunho. I’m not as lucky as you.”
“Was that a metaphor or-listen. I want him too. You can’t just claim him.”
“Yeah, but.” Jaejoong finally whines, feeling the collective stares from the area of the café. “We connected!”
“So? I connected with him too.”
“I bet we connected more!”
“Wha-did you put out?”
Jaejoong literally shuts his lips together. “It’s complicated.”
“Ha! If you don’t hit it, you can’t claim it. As far as I’m concerned he’s uncharted territory, fair fucking play.”
“Oh, please! What page of the Jung Yunho’s Rule Book to Love did you read that from, hmm?” Jaejoong pretends to consider his question with a finger pointed at his chin. “That’s right. Page number fictional because that book doesn’t exist and if it ever did you would be hung for your ridiculous passages.”
“I kind of wanna hang you right now.” Yunho replies monotonously with one brow cocked.
“Just accept the fact that it’s over.”
“It’s not over until the fat lady si-“
And just as Yunho was about to finish his thought a rather hefty woman in a flowery dress walks by them, humming the tune of I wanna be with you by Mandy Moore while placing her sunglasses back on her eyes.
Yunho and Jaejoong stare at her. Then at each other before laughing in unison.
~o~
“Er.” Yoochun shifts in his seat uncomfortably, readjusting the neckline of his shirt every so often as if not doing so will lead to abrupt asphyxiation.
Earlier today Yoochun received a text message from Jaejoong stating an address and a time and when Yoochun finally arrived at his assigned destination his eyeballs practically jumped out of its sockets when Yunho answered the door and lead him in.
Now here they were, Yoochun on one side of the table while Jaejoong and Yunho sat together across from him on the opposite couch, one leg crossed over the other. They’ve been staring at each other for two minutes now. Not that Yoochun was counting but his eyes was roaming about the living room and his stare is always being drawn by the wall clock.
“So,” Jaejoong clears his throat. “When were you gonna tell me?”
Yoochun’s chin reflexively sticks to his neck, eyes questioning as he stared at the space between Jaejoong’s brows. “Tell you what?”
“That you’ve been whoring your-“
“Jaejoong.” Yunho halts Jaejoong with one arm extending to his side as if to physically break Jaejoong’s sentence. It feels like a scene from a Mafia movie. Yoochun wondered how long it would take for him to run all the way to his house. Starting his car once making a break for it will be take up too much time. The most plausible exit strategy was to run. He’s been upping his ante with his jogging anyway. Sure, he’ll probably break his legs because of the distance but he’d rather drown in steaming garbage than be in this room right now. “Yoochun.”
Yoochun’s gaze snaps towards Yunho and his gentle smile, an opposite to Jaejoong’s bordering-on-unattractive scowl.
“It’s come to our attention that you’ve been dating the two of us at the same time without meaning too and-“ Yunho slips in an awkward laugh that makes Yoochun cringe inwardly (as opposed to Jaejoong who just full on cringed). “-well, as you can see we know each other.”
“You guys are friends.” Yoochun doesn’t ask, more of confirms.
“Yes.”
“With benefits?”
“What? No.” Jaejoong scoffs.
“We were together at one point, uhm.” Yunho amends. “But we broke up. We were friends beforehand and now we’re friends again?” Yunho shakes his head at Jaejoong questioningly before sighing and facing Yoochun again. “The point is, Yoochun-ah, we like you. And we’re not generous enough to share-“
“-or kinky enough-“ Jaejoong adds inattentively, eyes on his nails.
Yunho proceeds over Jaejoong’s comment, “-you so we were thinking that we would sit you down and tell you that we’re gonna try to win you over.”
Yoochun blinks. “Can you repeat that?”
“Which part?”
“The part where… you. Began.”
Yunho exhales, smile still on his lips. “I bet this doesn’t happen to you every day.”
“Not really.”
“Are you in or what?” Jaejoong interjects, earning him a look of concern from Yunho and a raised brow from Yoochun.
Yunho sees the way Yoochun coyly looks away, avoiding both their eyes in an attempt to hide his obvious pleasure and Yunho thinks that as long as Jaejoong keeps bitching out like that he’s got Yoochun in the bag.
~o~
The next day was a blur of jumbled events.
Yoochun starts of his morning with a few stretches in the park, paying each leg attention as he flexes over the bench before his routine jog. As expected Jaejoong jogs by his side, his shirt unnaturally tighter than usual, the neckline in a V accentuating his pecks and their well bulked form. Wow, Yoochun thought. He knew how to play it right.
The whole jog Yoochun kept staring conspicuously at the slight valley between Jaejoong’s chest, the line leading towards the point of his V neck where his sweat was soaking and deepening the color of his shirt. They stop by the same bench where Yoochun left his things and Jaejoong asks for a sip of his water, turning the cap open and pouring his hair and face with the cool liquid. Was it sexy? Yes. Was it a waste of water? Fuck yes. Jaejoong should have stuck with his original plan.
They make dinner plans and once Jaejoong’s satisfied with the ground he’s covered he leaves Yoochun on the bench, jogging away, earning Yoochun a clear view of his backside as he grew smaller in the distance. Jaejoong was a tough act to follow.
On his way out of the park, Yoochun becomes the reason for the honk of car resonating around the perimeter. Yoochun lifts his head, bracing the strap of his duffle bag higher on his shoulder as he finds a black Honda CRV pulling up next to him. The window of the passenger seat rolls down, revealing Yunho behind the wheel, tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose as he asks if Yoochun wanted a ride.
On the ride to Yoochun’s apartment Yunho reminds him of his success as an advertising executive at a very young age, explaining why he had a house at 26 and a car. Yoochun realized that Yunho was all about intellect, about presence and selling himself which made sense since advertising was his forte. Yunho drops him off in his apartment building but not before making dinner plans for the next day, frowning a bit when he found out that Jaejoong had beat him to it for tonight.
~o~
Jaejoong likes to bend over a lot to pick up stuff, Yoochun realizes. This says a lot about how Jaejoong depended on what he could aesthetically. Again, this might have a great deal to do with the fact that he was a graphic designer and in that sense, he believes that presentation is everything. It was amusing, watching someone so attractive try so hard on one date just because he knows that his rival was just around the corner (or in this case, around the second date with Yunho).
It makes Yoochun curious about a few things. Things like, “So, you and Yunho used to go out?”
“Keyword: Used to.” Jaejoong pours dressing on his salad.
“What was he like?”
Jaejoong stares at him blankly as his hand moves, stabbing at his salad. “I’m not the best person to ask that question to.”
“Why?”
“I’m the competition.” Jaejoong deadpans.
“You’re still friends. Who better to ask as a reference than you.”
“He’s terrible. I’d be better for you.” Jaejoong says through a dressing soaked lettuce, a grin lining his lips.
Yoochun shakes his head, a smile spreading across his mouth regardless. “That wasn’t classy at all.”
“I’m serious.” Jaejoong licks his lips clean. “Not about Yunho being terrible. About being better for you.”
“Aren’t you being a bit presumptuous?”
“Depends on how you view things. Maybe I just know what I want.”
Yoochun contemplates the possibility of his sentence through slow chews of his chicken, their eyes locked. Yoochun is the first to roll his eyes away. “I think you’re just being presumptuous.”
~o~
“Jaejoong’s, err..” Yunho struggles for the appropriate descriptions. Yoochun peers up at him over his burger from the opposite side of the table expectantly. “He’s a handful.”
Yoochun can’t help but laugh in agreement.
“But he’s lovely. Or wait, no.” Yunho reaches for the ketchup on the table, turning the cap in quiet contemplation. “Scratch that. He’s like. Like shrimp.”
Yoochun cocks a brow, one cheek bulking up with lettuce, bread, tomato and beef. “He swims like this?” Yoochun demonstrates what he think is how shrimps swim by bobbing up and down in his seat.
Yunho fights to keep his laughter to a minimum. “No. I mean. He’s got that hard exterior that you have to peel off first before you can really get to know him. And it takes practice.”
“You must’ve really liked him.”
Yunho pouts, head tilted to one side.
“You don’t have to answer this but, uhmm. Why’d you guys break up?”
Yunho exhales, sinking into his seat. That was the most decomposed Yoochun has ever seen him in. “It’s not that interesting of a story.”
“Try me.”
Yunho stretches his legs out from under the table, hands finding the depths of his pockets. He stares at his food, as if the scenes of their breakup were playing in the layers of his burger. “It just didn’t make sense, us crossing the line. We just seemed so much better as friends.”
“Then why’d you cross it in the first place?”
“We were both pinched by the idea of the risks involved. Halfway in, we realized how it wasn’t worth it. He started getting jealous and we just grew further and further apart, me with work, him with school. It was a mess.”
Yoochun nods slowly in understanding.
“Anyway.” Yunho concludes after a few seconds. “It was a mutual breakup. It had to be done.”
~o~
The whole week passed by with the same routine, Jaejoong meeting with Yoochun every morning during their jog and Yunho picking him up. And still, no one was speaking the obvious. Until one night when Jaejoong texts Yunho with a question.
Do you still have my CD player? Jaejoong asks and Yunho types back a response.
Yeah why?
Imma stop by in a bit to pick it up. I’m pulling out the big guns, Jung. It’s time for operation serenade.
Maybe it was childish of Yunho but he always thought that that was their thing. That what made them special was that one moment when Jaejoong let his words flow through a song on Yunho’s lawn and everything was right where it was supposed to be.
I’ll have it ready for you.
~o~
Yunho just knows they went out during the weekend which is why he decided to meet up with them on a Monday after Jaejoong’s classes. They occupy a table in Starbucks, the café not as busy as it once was what with the first day of the week and all.
“I’ve decided to back out of the deal.” Yunho states, both hands curling around the warmth of his coffee cup.
Yoochun and Jaejoong pass twin stares of confusion.
“But.” Jaejoong shakes his head. “You can’t. Til the best man wins, remember?”
Yunho forces a smile, and Jaejoong sees right through it because it never reaches his eyes.. “The best man did win.”
Yoochun stays silent through it all, observing Yunho as he extends a hand and Jaejoong tentatively wraps it in his fingers. They shake hands, Yunho retreating his hand first before standing up and retrieving his coat draped over the frame of his chair. He slips his arms into the sleeves, straightening the lapels and fixing it right after tugging at them. “I wish you both luck.”
No more than a minute passes after he’s walked out of the doors does Yoochun finally break the silence between him and Jaejoong.
“Go after him.”
Jaejoong blinks at Yoochun.
“You know you want too.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “No. We’re better off this way and. I like you.”
“I know. But I don’t wanna be in a relationship with you, always wondering whether you’re thinking about him.” Yoochun shrugs.
Jaejoong’s mind is flooded with misunderstandings, petty fights and sleepless nights. He’s probably going to have less of that with Yoochun because Yoochun wasn’t like Yunho. He wasn’t Yunho. And there was something deeply wrong with that. He stands from his seat almost instantly, gathering his bag from his chair and mouthing a quick I’m sorry to which Yoochun nods.
Jaejoong catches Yunho right as he’s about to get into a cab. He sprints towards Yunho, shutting the door and apologizing, yet again to the driver.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho whines as the cab drives off and he goes on asking Jaejoong if he knew how hard it was to get an empty cab and that he was going to be late for this and that and-
Jaejoong seizes the rest of Yunho’s sentence with his lips, firm and inquisitive, yet chaste all in all. In that kiss he remembers just how much he enjoyed having to lean on his tiptoes just to make their lips touch. All of that extra effort for the feel of Jung Yunho’s lips on his own.
And in that moment, Jaejoong had it all figured out. Friends, lovers, enemies, family, you have to have one of each residing in one person.
~o~
“Should we order?” Jaejoong asks, this time, no longer from across the table, but from beside Yunho as they left the two seats opposite them vacant for Yoochun and his supposed date.
“Let’s wait a little longer.” Yunho takes a sip of his water.
“I just hate it when these waiters pressure you into ordering.”
“Pressuring you? Baby, no one’s pressuring you into doing anything.”
“Then why is that bitch giving me the stink eye?” Jaejoong leans into his seat.
“Which bitch?” Yunho skirts his eyes over the restaurant, only to have his nape met with the back of Jaejoong’s hand.
“Pabo! Don’t look! She’ll know I was talking about her.”
And just as Yunho was about to hit back Yoochun comes dashing into the room in quick strides after a waiter. He bids the waiter of and sinks into the seat, his hair a mess, glasses slightly lower on his nose. He babbles out a string of apologies as to why he was late.
“Whatever.” Jaejoong comments. “Where’s your date?”
“Oh shit. He said he would be at the bar…” Yoochun rises once again from his seat, this time leaving his back on his chair. “I’ll go get him.”
He disappears behind the entrance towards the bar and both Jaejoong and Yunho exchange mischievous looks. Then Yoochun’s coming back inside the dining area, his face slightly flustered and behind him was his supposed date, who was painfully familiar once no longer in the distance.
“You guys this is-“
“Junsu?” Yunho completes Yoochun’s sentence for him as Jaejoong smiles into his water glass, clearly having no intention of mending the scenario, instead choosing to be a fly on the wall. A very entertained fly on the wall.
“Hyung?” Junsu can’t seem to step out from behind Yoochun’s back.
Yoochun passes them both disbelieving stares. “For fuck’s sake.”
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It’s close to a full house at Starbucks that day save for a few reserved seats in the smoking area, tables left to collect coffee cup, rounded marks, dust and the occasional bird doodles. Mornings with Yunho and Jaejoong consisted of coffee and a pack of Marlboro lights.
One drip coffee, black, grande for Yunho (Jaejoong could order Yunho’s coffee for him in his sleep, sadly enough) and one cream based caramel macchiato, nonfat milk, for Jaejoong (Yunho tries but fails to say macchiato and comes up with a sound that’s a cross between machine and cardboard). Needless to say, Jaejoong takes care of the orders for the both of them.
This morning was warm, air thick and Jaejoong can’t ask for anything better. There was something about summer and sunglasses that made him giddy where Yunho was easily irritated and in the mood for almost nothing.
Jaejoong reaches their table with both their orders on a tray just when Yunho was tearing the plastic casing of their cigarettes off.
“At this rate, stoves will become obsolete.” Yunho sighs as Jaejoong pulls up a chair and settles both their orders on the table, licking his thumb where some of the caramel from his order slipped. “Everyone will be cooking on the streets.”
Jaejoong makes a face. “That doesn’t sound very appetizing.”
Yunho faces Jaejoong from across the table, reaching out for the packet of sugar on the black tray and shaking it in his hand before tearing the paper and pouring its contents into his coffee. Yunho’s one of those guys that makes people give a second glance when they walk by him. He’s tall, for one, and for two he’s got a great smile that he doesn’t hesitate to show off. Yunho’s also got a small face, not tiny, just small and partially perfect in framing what with his cheek bones and jaw line. His eyes were borderline feline, single lids and never escape his smile which is perfect because Jaejoong found it beautiful when Yunho’s smile would reach his eyes and wash over his face. Which was all the time, thank fucking god.
Jaejoong can’t help but compare his own facial features to the man sitting before him, neck slightly glazed over with a thin matt of sweat, every gulp of his coffee sent Jaejoong’s eyes to linger over the bulk of his Adam’s apple, bobbing in response. Jaejoong mentally slaps himself. How inappropriate.
Friends don’t stare at friends’ Adam’s apples. Unless the occasion calls for it.
“Jae,” Yunho’s stare is directed somewhere over Jaejoong’s shoulder. He nods towards whatever it was that he was looking and Jaejoong follows his gaze over his shoulder.
When he does he is greeted with the sight of a woman and man sitting in the far corner of the café, their table not as exposed as Jaejoong and Yunho’s. The woman had her hand under the table, in places that’s making the man smile all toothy and excited, their foreheads linked to one another.
“Please tell me we weren’t like that when we were dating.” Yunho says over the rim of his coffee and Jaejoong cocks an eyebrow at him.
Right. Jaejoong almost forgot. They used to date. Well, they were friends for, like, 2 years. Then things went fuzzy every time Yunho touched him. Then he finally realized he wanted Yunho to touch him all the time while disregarding the ‘let’s respect the bro code, though’ factor. So, they dated. After Jaejoong oh so lovingly decided to throw caution to the wind and whip out his guitar and CD player. Yunho’s eyes were all upturned crescents, his smile causing his face to look like it was about to split in half, his cheeks dusted several tints of red as he watched Jaejoong proceed to sing something he wrote an hour ago when he finally decided that he wanted Yunho bad enough. The song was about friends and how sometimes it wasn’t a bad idea for love to take over and that he was scared of Yunho and scared of failing him. He’d never written anything so honest.
“Jae?” Yunho’s voice comes into Jaejoong’s ear, snapping him out of his flashbacks of nervousness and sweat. His wide eyes stare back at Yunho’s dubious, small ones.
“Yeah?” Jaejoong shrugs, trying to fall back into the topic at hand. “Leave ‘em alone okay. We were worse.”
“If by worse you mean amazing, then I agree wholeheartedly.” Yunho finished by placing a hand over his chest.
“No.” Jaejoong shakes his head, an amused smirk lining his lips. “I mean worse as in phone calls at 3 in the morning because one of us, who we need not mention, butitwasyou, thought someone broke into their house only to find out that it was just their brother, Junsu.”
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
Jaejoong shakes his head, lips over the rim of his cup.
“That was one time, Kim Jaejoong.”
“I had 7 A.M. classes, douche.”
“Yeah, Euthenics!” Yunho places his hands on the table. “That’s not even a real class.”
“Really? My class card says it’s 2 units of realness.”
“That’s bull turd.” Yunho waves his hands. It was a habit of his to make his hands wander about his perimeters, his only way of getting his point across, much like Jaejoong who always texts with emoticons to make sure his messages don’t come in monotonous heaps. He thinks it’s charming. Yunho thinks they’re a waste of space. “I can teach you Euthenics.”
“Yeah. And lesson one will be don’t call Jaejoong at 3 in the morning when you know he has to get up at 5:30 for his first class.”
“I hate you.” Yunho replies offhandedly.
“Liar.” Jaejoong winks while Yunho rolls his eyes.
They stay silent for a bit, the buzzing of the café surrounding them. Then Jaejoong remembers what he wanted to tell Yunho since last night.
“So, I have a date tonight.” Jaejoong catches his bottom lip with his teeth. “Uhm.”
Yunho’s eyes go narrows for a split second before a grin spreads across his mouth. “Lookat’chu! Getting back on the horse, I see.”
Jaejoong shrugs, unable to help the smile creeping on his lips.
“So.”
“So?”
“Who are we talking about here? Someone I know?”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I just met him yesterday in the park during my jog. We were wearing the same shirt.”
“Awesome. That’s a giveaway right there. Now you know he’s gay.”
Jaejoong’s brows knit together before kicking Yunho’s leg from underneath the table. Yunho’s knees fly up, colliding with the top. He steadies the table with both hands and fights through his mirth.
“I’m just saying.”
“My t-shirts are very becoming.”
“I never implied otherwise.” Yunho interrupts Jaejoong before he can retort. “What’s his name?”
Jaejoong sighs, but smiles regardless. “Okay. So, his name’s Yoochun. And he’s adorable as fuck. Shaggy hair, nice eyes-“
“Body?”
“Oh god, hot.” Jaejoong nods. Then tilts his head in wonder. “Well, I wouldn’t say hot hot. He’s kind of skinny, but still. And his lips, they’re just, so full and…”
“D’you make out with him already?” Yunho asks with one brow raised.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Why would I even--?”
“You put out on the first date. I know this from reliable sources. And experience.” Yunho grins.
“Er..” It’s suddenly ten times hotter than it actually was, Jaejoong’s neckline seemingly tight. He pulls at the collar of his shirt, throwing Yunho a scandalized look. Yunho merely laughs. “No, but you’re like. You’re cool with this. Right?”
“With you going out?” Yunho licks at the line of coffee over his upper lip. “Of course. It’s been a month since we broke up and. Well, actually I. You know. Since we’re on this topic. You’ll be glad to know that I found someone as well.”
Jaejoong’s eyes light up in excitement. “Seriously?”
Yunho nods. “Online.”
“What?”
“What. Jaejoong. Don’t look at me like that.”
Jaejoong laughs. “I’m not looking at you like anything. I’m just. Online. Really?”
“Yeah. Really. What! I told you not to look at me like that.”
“Fine. I’ll fucking stare at your cup.” Jaejoong drops his gaze to Yunho’s coffee cup. “Why online?”
He hears Yunho muffle his half yawn, half laugh behind his hand. “Why not?”
“You just don’t seem like the type.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re a charming guy who should be selecting from the top of the barrel, not the bottom.”
“I don’t think online dating is the bottom of the barrel. It’s not like I went on Craig’s list.”
Yunho goes on to explaining how he met max672 and the things they had in common. Jaejoong listened, paying attention to the way Yunho’s gestures were a little more excited when speaking of this max person. It was nice. Jaejoong knew they both deserved moments of happiness. Even if it wasn’t with each other.
~o~
Jaejoong spots Yoochun in the restaurant, his head bent low over the table when Jaejoong nears him. Yoochun looks up, all smiles and donning a pair of black, thick rimmed glasses Jaejoong never saw before. Jaejoong mentions them and Yoochun bashfully apologizes about forgetting his contacts, proceeding to pull them off but being stopped by Jaejoong’s quiet, “No, I think they look nice on you.”
Dinner went by smoothly, to Jaejoong’s surprise. He never thought he’d have so much in common with a guy that he only saw glimpses off in a park. Talking to him now, in a different setting, his skin so radiant under the dim glow of warm light, Jaejoong’s enjoying himself, not bothering the hide his laugh behind his hand when Yoochun makes an offhanded comment that he finds hilarious.
“Well, I’m a student.” Jaejoong explains as a response to Yoochun’s question.
“Major?”
“Arts. Well.” One of Jaejoong’s shoulder rises. “Graphic design. Sort of a frustration of mine. And I work part time as an article writer for the Daily Log.”
“The Daily Log? No shit.” Yoonhun smiles even wider and it pierces Jaejoong’s soft spots, leaving him with no choice but to mirror Yoochun’s excitement. “What do you write?”
“Anything really. Except sports.”
Yoochun laughs.
“What do you do?”
“I’m an elementary teacher.”
“Really?” Jaejoong’s eyes round up. “That’s so cute.”
Yoochun’s brows rise to his hairline and Jaejoong thinks he said something wrong.
“Well, not cute. Just. You know. Astounding?” Jaejoong amends much to Yoochun’s amusement.
“Thank you.”
“What school?”
“Haneul.”
“Oh, do you know someone named Changmin? He’s a photographer there. Currently working as a photographer, I mean.”
“Yeah, yeah. Tall guy. Uneven eyes when he smiles. Speaks sarcasm as if it were a second language.”
“That’s him.” Jaejoong raises his glass of wine before taking a sip.
“Yeah. Kids are fucking frightened of him.”
“I bet.”
The rest of their dinner consisted of conversations that revolved around their family, their ambitions, basically things that existed prior to their paths colliding and for lack of a better adjective, Jaejoong thought it was nice. He missed the concept of getting to know someone, of trying to lace questions together in order to keep the conversation going until the two of you ease into an unspoken chemistry that soon doesn’t require as much effort as the first time.
And when Yoochun first tries how their lips fit outside of Jaejoong’s door, he finds that they still have a lot of work to do before comfort becomes an everyday thing for them. But as stated earlier. Yoochun was nice. And Jaejoong needed nice.
~o~
The next night Yunho’s call comes in at 11:27 pm so when Jaejoong groggily connects his phone to his ear while proceeding to bury himself in the depths of his comforter the first thing he says to Yunho is, “When I said that you should stop calling me at 3 in the morning I didn’t mean that you should call me at 11-“ Jaejoong’s yawn/statement is cut short with Yunho’s alarmed voice.
“What was his name again? That guy you went out with. What was his name?”
“What, who? Yoochun?”
“Yoochun. Uhuh. Shaggy hair. Small eyes. Pale skin. Glasses.”
“Yunho, why do you know that?” Jaejoong thinks Yunho’s alarm is creeping up on him when his intuition kicks in but he pushes it aside. He needed confirmation, not assumptions.
“Meet me tomorrow at Starbucks.”
“I have class..”
“After then.”
~o~
And even before Jaejoong can get settled in the chair opposite Yunho by the table, Yunho tosses him his phone and in the screen lies an image of Yoochun, slurping noodles from a bowl.
“The fuck?” Jaejoong drops to his seat, gaze bouncing from the screen to Yunho then vice versa.
“Something tells me we’re dating the same guy.”
“MAX???”
Yunho nods.
Jaejoong pounds his fist on the table. “Wait, no. Okay. I’m sure there’s a way that we can talk about this like adults.”
“I cannot agree more.”
“Yoochun’s mine.”
“Yes and-huh?”
“Yunho, I want him.” Jaejoong talks as if he’s referring to a doll on the stand of a toy store.
“And I fucking don’t?”
“I can’t go on a treasure hunt and find gold like you can, Yunho. I’m not as lucky as you.”
“Was that a metaphor or-listen. I want him too. You can’t just claim him.”
“Yeah, but.” Jaejoong finally whines, feeling the collective stares from the area of the café. “We connected!”
“So? I connected with him too.”
“I bet we connected more!”
“Wha-did you put out?”
Jaejoong literally shuts his lips together. “It’s complicated.”
“Ha! If you don’t hit it, you can’t claim it. As far as I’m concerned he’s uncharted territory, fair fucking play.”
“Oh, please! What page of the Jung Yunho’s Rule Book to Love did you read that from, hmm?” Jaejoong pretends to consider his question with a finger pointed at his chin. “That’s right. Page number fictional because that book doesn’t exist and if it ever did you would be hung for your ridiculous passages.”
“I kind of wanna hang you right now.” Yunho replies monotonously with one brow cocked.
“Just accept the fact that it’s over.”
“It’s not over until the fat lady si-“
And just as Yunho was about to finish his thought a rather hefty woman in a flowery dress walks by them, humming the tune of I wanna be with you by Mandy Moore while placing her sunglasses back on her eyes.
Yunho and Jaejoong stare at her. Then at each other before laughing in unison.
~o~
“Er.” Yoochun shifts in his seat uncomfortably, readjusting the neckline of his shirt every so often as if not doing so will lead to abrupt asphyxiation.
Earlier today Yoochun received a text message from Jaejoong stating an address and a time and when Yoochun finally arrived at his assigned destination his eyeballs practically jumped out of its sockets when Yunho answered the door and lead him in.
Now here they were, Yoochun on one side of the table while Jaejoong and Yunho sat together across from him on the opposite couch, one leg crossed over the other. They’ve been staring at each other for two minutes now. Not that Yoochun was counting but his eyes was roaming about the living room and his stare is always being drawn by the wall clock.
“So,” Jaejoong clears his throat. “When were you gonna tell me?”
Yoochun’s chin reflexively sticks to his neck, eyes questioning as he stared at the space between Jaejoong’s brows. “Tell you what?”
“That you’ve been whoring your-“
“Jaejoong.” Yunho halts Jaejoong with one arm extending to his side as if to physically break Jaejoong’s sentence. It feels like a scene from a Mafia movie. Yoochun wondered how long it would take for him to run all the way to his house. Starting his car once making a break for it will be take up too much time. The most plausible exit strategy was to run. He’s been upping his ante with his jogging anyway. Sure, he’ll probably break his legs because of the distance but he’d rather drown in steaming garbage than be in this room right now. “Yoochun.”
Yoochun’s gaze snaps towards Yunho and his gentle smile, an opposite to Jaejoong’s bordering-on-unattractive scowl.
“It’s come to our attention that you’ve been dating the two of us at the same time without meaning too and-“ Yunho slips in an awkward laugh that makes Yoochun cringe inwardly (as opposed to Jaejoong who just full on cringed). “-well, as you can see we know each other.”
“You guys are friends.” Yoochun doesn’t ask, more of confirms.
“Yes.”
“With benefits?”
“What? No.” Jaejoong scoffs.
“We were together at one point, uhm.” Yunho amends. “But we broke up. We were friends beforehand and now we’re friends again?” Yunho shakes his head at Jaejoong questioningly before sighing and facing Yoochun again. “The point is, Yoochun-ah, we like you. And we’re not generous enough to share-“
“-or kinky enough-“ Jaejoong adds inattentively, eyes on his nails.
Yunho proceeds over Jaejoong’s comment, “-you so we were thinking that we would sit you down and tell you that we’re gonna try to win you over.”
Yoochun blinks. “Can you repeat that?”
“Which part?”
“The part where… you. Began.”
Yunho exhales, smile still on his lips. “I bet this doesn’t happen to you every day.”
“Not really.”
“Are you in or what?” Jaejoong interjects, earning him a look of concern from Yunho and a raised brow from Yoochun.
Yunho sees the way Yoochun coyly looks away, avoiding both their eyes in an attempt to hide his obvious pleasure and Yunho thinks that as long as Jaejoong keeps bitching out like that he’s got Yoochun in the bag.
~o~
The next day was a blur of jumbled events.
Yoochun starts of his morning with a few stretches in the park, paying each leg attention as he flexes over the bench before his routine jog. As expected Jaejoong jogs by his side, his shirt unnaturally tighter than usual, the neckline in a V accentuating his pecks and their well bulked form. Wow, Yoochun thought. He knew how to play it right.
The whole jog Yoochun kept staring conspicuously at the slight valley between Jaejoong’s chest, the line leading towards the point of his V neck where his sweat was soaking and deepening the color of his shirt. They stop by the same bench where Yoochun left his things and Jaejoong asks for a sip of his water, turning the cap open and pouring his hair and face with the cool liquid. Was it sexy? Yes. Was it a waste of water? Fuck yes. Jaejoong should have stuck with his original plan.
They make dinner plans and once Jaejoong’s satisfied with the ground he’s covered he leaves Yoochun on the bench, jogging away, earning Yoochun a clear view of his backside as he grew smaller in the distance. Jaejoong was a tough act to follow.
On his way out of the park, Yoochun becomes the reason for the honk of car resonating around the perimeter. Yoochun lifts his head, bracing the strap of his duffle bag higher on his shoulder as he finds a black Honda CRV pulling up next to him. The window of the passenger seat rolls down, revealing Yunho behind the wheel, tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose as he asks if Yoochun wanted a ride.
On the ride to Yoochun’s apartment Yunho reminds him of his success as an advertising executive at a very young age, explaining why he had a house at 26 and a car. Yoochun realized that Yunho was all about intellect, about presence and selling himself which made sense since advertising was his forte. Yunho drops him off in his apartment building but not before making dinner plans for the next day, frowning a bit when he found out that Jaejoong had beat him to it for tonight.
~o~
Jaejoong likes to bend over a lot to pick up stuff, Yoochun realizes. This says a lot about how Jaejoong depended on what he could aesthetically. Again, this might have a great deal to do with the fact that he was a graphic designer and in that sense, he believes that presentation is everything. It was amusing, watching someone so attractive try so hard on one date just because he knows that his rival was just around the corner (or in this case, around the second date with Yunho).
It makes Yoochun curious about a few things. Things like, “So, you and Yunho used to go out?”
“Keyword: Used to.” Jaejoong pours dressing on his salad.
“What was he like?”
Jaejoong stares at him blankly as his hand moves, stabbing at his salad. “I’m not the best person to ask that question to.”
“Why?”
“I’m the competition.” Jaejoong deadpans.
“You’re still friends. Who better to ask as a reference than you.”
“He’s terrible. I’d be better for you.” Jaejoong says through a dressing soaked lettuce, a grin lining his lips.
Yoochun shakes his head, a smile spreading across his mouth regardless. “That wasn’t classy at all.”
“I’m serious.” Jaejoong licks his lips clean. “Not about Yunho being terrible. About being better for you.”
“Aren’t you being a bit presumptuous?”
“Depends on how you view things. Maybe I just know what I want.”
Yoochun contemplates the possibility of his sentence through slow chews of his chicken, their eyes locked. Yoochun is the first to roll his eyes away. “I think you’re just being presumptuous.”
~o~
“Jaejoong’s, err..” Yunho struggles for the appropriate descriptions. Yoochun peers up at him over his burger from the opposite side of the table expectantly. “He’s a handful.”
Yoochun can’t help but laugh in agreement.
“But he’s lovely. Or wait, no.” Yunho reaches for the ketchup on the table, turning the cap in quiet contemplation. “Scratch that. He’s like. Like shrimp.”
Yoochun cocks a brow, one cheek bulking up with lettuce, bread, tomato and beef. “He swims like this?” Yoochun demonstrates what he think is how shrimps swim by bobbing up and down in his seat.
Yunho fights to keep his laughter to a minimum. “No. I mean. He’s got that hard exterior that you have to peel off first before you can really get to know him. And it takes practice.”
“You must’ve really liked him.”
Yunho pouts, head tilted to one side.
“You don’t have to answer this but, uhmm. Why’d you guys break up?”
Yunho exhales, sinking into his seat. That was the most decomposed Yoochun has ever seen him in. “It’s not that interesting of a story.”
“Try me.”
Yunho stretches his legs out from under the table, hands finding the depths of his pockets. He stares at his food, as if the scenes of their breakup were playing in the layers of his burger. “It just didn’t make sense, us crossing the line. We just seemed so much better as friends.”
“Then why’d you cross it in the first place?”
“We were both pinched by the idea of the risks involved. Halfway in, we realized how it wasn’t worth it. He started getting jealous and we just grew further and further apart, me with work, him with school. It was a mess.”
Yoochun nods slowly in understanding.
“Anyway.” Yunho concludes after a few seconds. “It was a mutual breakup. It had to be done.”
~o~
The whole week passed by with the same routine, Jaejoong meeting with Yoochun every morning during their jog and Yunho picking him up. And still, no one was speaking the obvious. Until one night when Jaejoong texts Yunho with a question.
Do you still have my CD player? Jaejoong asks and Yunho types back a response.
Yeah why?
Imma stop by in a bit to pick it up. I’m pulling out the big guns, Jung. It’s time for operation serenade.
Maybe it was childish of Yunho but he always thought that that was their thing. That what made them special was that one moment when Jaejoong let his words flow through a song on Yunho’s lawn and everything was right where it was supposed to be.
I’ll have it ready for you.
~o~
Yunho just knows they went out during the weekend which is why he decided to meet up with them on a Monday after Jaejoong’s classes. They occupy a table in Starbucks, the café not as busy as it once was what with the first day of the week and all.
“I’ve decided to back out of the deal.” Yunho states, both hands curling around the warmth of his coffee cup.
Yoochun and Jaejoong pass twin stares of confusion.
“But.” Jaejoong shakes his head. “You can’t. Til the best man wins, remember?”
Yunho forces a smile, and Jaejoong sees right through it because it never reaches his eyes.. “The best man did win.”
Yoochun stays silent through it all, observing Yunho as he extends a hand and Jaejoong tentatively wraps it in his fingers. They shake hands, Yunho retreating his hand first before standing up and retrieving his coat draped over the frame of his chair. He slips his arms into the sleeves, straightening the lapels and fixing it right after tugging at them. “I wish you both luck.”
No more than a minute passes after he’s walked out of the doors does Yoochun finally break the silence between him and Jaejoong.
“Go after him.”
Jaejoong blinks at Yoochun.
“You know you want too.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “No. We’re better off this way and. I like you.”
“I know. But I don’t wanna be in a relationship with you, always wondering whether you’re thinking about him.” Yoochun shrugs.
Jaejoong’s mind is flooded with misunderstandings, petty fights and sleepless nights. He’s probably going to have less of that with Yoochun because Yoochun wasn’t like Yunho. He wasn’t Yunho. And there was something deeply wrong with that. He stands from his seat almost instantly, gathering his bag from his chair and mouthing a quick I’m sorry to which Yoochun nods.
Jaejoong catches Yunho right as he’s about to get into a cab. He sprints towards Yunho, shutting the door and apologizing, yet again to the driver.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho whines as the cab drives off and he goes on asking Jaejoong if he knew how hard it was to get an empty cab and that he was going to be late for this and that and-
Jaejoong seizes the rest of Yunho’s sentence with his lips, firm and inquisitive, yet chaste all in all. In that kiss he remembers just how much he enjoyed having to lean on his tiptoes just to make their lips touch. All of that extra effort for the feel of Jung Yunho’s lips on his own.
And in that moment, Jaejoong had it all figured out. Friends, lovers, enemies, family, you have to have one of each residing in one person.
~o~
“Should we order?” Jaejoong asks, this time, no longer from across the table, but from beside Yunho as they left the two seats opposite them vacant for Yoochun and his supposed date.
“Let’s wait a little longer.” Yunho takes a sip of his water.
“I just hate it when these waiters pressure you into ordering.”
“Pressuring you? Baby, no one’s pressuring you into doing anything.”
“Then why is that bitch giving me the stink eye?” Jaejoong leans into his seat.
“Which bitch?” Yunho skirts his eyes over the restaurant, only to have his nape met with the back of Jaejoong’s hand.
“Pabo! Don’t look! She’ll know I was talking about her.”
And just as Yunho was about to hit back Yoochun comes dashing into the room in quick strides after a waiter. He bids the waiter of and sinks into the seat, his hair a mess, glasses slightly lower on his nose. He babbles out a string of apologies as to why he was late.
“Whatever.” Jaejoong comments. “Where’s your date?”
“Oh shit. He said he would be at the bar…” Yoochun rises once again from his seat, this time leaving his back on his chair. “I’ll go get him.”
He disappears behind the entrance towards the bar and both Jaejoong and Yunho exchange mischievous looks. Then Yoochun’s coming back inside the dining area, his face slightly flustered and behind him was his supposed date, who was painfully familiar once no longer in the distance.
“You guys this is-“
“Junsu?” Yunho completes Yoochun’s sentence for him as Jaejoong smiles into his water glass, clearly having no intention of mending the scenario, instead choosing to be a fly on the wall. A very entertained fly on the wall.
“Hyung?” Junsu can’t seem to step out from behind Yoochun’s back.
Yoochun passes them both disbelieving stares. “For fuck’s sake.”
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