viva three/six {yunho/junsu}
Title: Viva Chapter Three - I’ll bask in the joy of this victory for a moment
Fandom: DBSK
Pairings: Yunho-centric, Yunho/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crude language, wet dreams
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humour
A/N: written for yjjyc More notes at the end. and forever!troll Jaejoong.
Summary: Jung Yunho is a rich, polite, perfect man. Kim Jaejoong is his obnoxious, and gay, best friend. Kim Junsu is a sultry, sexy and seductive man, that Yunho meets when Jaejoong brings him to a gay bar. Romance and humour ensues.
One - We Will Go Again ; Two - I Shook my Head at All the Questions Inside of Me
Changmin was not happy. Not in the least.
“That is not the proper way to address someone,” Changmin says. Yunho rolls his eyes, his hands clasped in his lap, trying his best to sit as still as possible on the desk. The secretary has already screamed at him for wiggling too much, and he knows from the yearly trips Youngwoon sets up in the office that Changmin has strong muscles and can hit hard.
“Thanks for the ethics class,” Yunho jokes. Changmin taps his shoulder, just enough to make it hurt, and Yunho really wonders where he works out to make his punch hurt that much. The younger finishes dressing the wound and steps away, judging his work. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and shows him his reflection. Good, Yunho can make up some story that he was in a bar fight if need be.
Not slapped in the cheek by a guy not only shorter than him, but with a lower rank.
Jung Yunho had not expected such crude language to escape his mouth when he had realized that the man that was standing in his doorway was none other but Kim Junsu. Honestly. He had been raised to speak nice, kind words to everyone in the work environment. But as honestly as that last comment was, he was not expecting Junsu to be his secretary, either. Honestly.
“Holy fuck, it’s you,” Yunho mumbled. He didn’t register what was happening before he got a rude awakening with Junsu’s fist to his cheek. His knuckles hurt bad, really bad. Then it followed with a slap, and he would have done more damage had Jaejoong not jumped from his spot at the door (he had been watching the whole show unfold, the bastard) and stopped him. The pain still hurt after Youngwoon had told Changmin to patch him up, seeing as Changmin had been the only one to do the ‘medicine in the workplace’ class.
“Thanks. I know you have a lot of work to do and all,” Yunho apologized. Changmin simply rolled his eyes, mumbling something about deadlines and phone calls, leaving Yunho’s office and shutting the door. Yunho leaned down and ran his fingers through his hair, breathing in and out to try to calm himself down before getting back to work. He reviewed all the work he needed to finish by tomorrow in his head. If Jaejoong wasn’t going to be dragging him to any gay bars tonight, he might be able to finish them.
There was a knock on his door and he looked up, noticing Junsu at the door, carrying coffees from the place downstairs. “Jaejoong said that coffee is your friend. I’m sorry,” he said, outstretching the coffee. Yunho reached for it, barely noticing the soft touch they shared, and sipped on the warm drink, smiling when the smell reached his nostrils. He nodded.
“Thanks,” Yunho replied softly, “Coffee is more like my best friend. Jaejoong gets jealous because of that.” They share a short laugh, and Yunho looks up so that their eyes meet. Junsu smiles and cocks his head to the side.
He looks different, Yunho thinks. His eyes don’t have that level of promiscuity, his body doesn’t look that sexy or tight in his outfit, and his cheeks look chubby, even with his beautiful jawline. He looks shy and sheepish in this environment, unlike when they had been inches away from each other at the bar. Yunho is slowly calculating which version of Junsu he prefers whilst they sit in the silence.
“Are you going to fire me?” Junsu asks, like a small child, and Yunho chuckles under his breath. When Jaejoong had pulled him off of him, Yunho had said that he would fire him no matter what. Now, thinking back, he guesses it wasn’t the smartest move.
Yunho sighs, “It’ll probably be distracting if you were my secretary.” Junsu nods and looks down at his coffee that sits in his hands. When he looks up again and smiles at Yunho, he can see the sex in his eyes again.
“That’s wonderful,” Junsu says, taking steps closer and wrapping a fist around his tie, so that his lips are dangerously close to his philtrum, “Because Jaejoong just hired me in case. And we can play as much then.” He places a soft kiss to Yunho’s cheek, winking as he pulls away. Yunho’s cheeks are hot as Junsu lets go and walks away, rotating his hips as he does so.
“Fuck.”
**
“I am trying to work,” Yunho says.
“Come on,” Yoochun whines.
“I am working, Yoochun.”
“I really, really need you!” Yoochun complains, squatting in front of Yunho’s desk. Yunho looks up from underneath his glasses to glare at Yoochun.
“I don’t know why Jaejoong let you inside my house in the first place, but Yoochun, I really need to work. And you should be getting home or something or whatever the hell you do in your free time,” Yunho shoos away, but Yoochun just inches closer, his puppy eyes regarding Yunho until he finally looks back down at Yoochun, flicking his forehead.
“Why aren’t you out there?” Yoochun asks and cocks his head to the side, the beginnings of a smirk appearing on his lips. Yunho seriously wants to throw him out the window of his apartment, but his hands might get dirty in the process, and he seriously needs to finish this, or he will be behind in his work. And from today’s work, he’s already very behind.
“Is it because Junsu is out there?” Yoochun asks, smirking. Yunho looks up and Yoochun laughs.
Yunho had dealt with the giggling for the most of the night, and was worried that his ears were going to burst. Both Junsu and Jaejoong have very distinct laughs, and it rings in his ears, even with the music that he has blasting from his iPod dock. Yoochun’s turned it down by now and Yunho barely registers the Japanese Indie that’s playing, just wisps of the lyrics floating into his eardrums.
“No, but I would prefer some almost peace and quiet. It’s hard enough when Jaejoong is around, let alone Junsu. I’m surprised they aren’t saying mutterings of toil and trouble yet,” Yunho complains, and another wave of cackles sneaks underneath the door. Yoochun laughs but Yunho’s glare stops him. “Honestly, there are karaoke places for things like this. I feel like calling the cops.”
Yoochun grabs Yunho’s shoulder, walking around his desk and saving the work that he was diligently working on. He turns him around in the chair. “If they are bugging you, just go up and speak to them! I’m actually driving Junsu home and Changmin wants me to meet him up for drinks, anyways. You’re allowed to come, if you want.”
Yunho doesn’t even question why Yoochun is already so close to Jaejoong’s secretary, but nods. “Thanks.” He pats Yoochun’s arm and walks to the door, opening it up and entering the open loft. On the couch across the way from Yunho’s office, the two sitting on the couch stop talking. They’re drinking tea and there are open magazines on the table. It’s like a pair of mothers talking about the neighbourhood.
“Kim Junsu-sshi,” Jung Yunho calls, swallowing the lump in his throat that emerges upon saying his name. The dazzling, sultry eyes attach to his own and Yunho rubs his thumb over the other not to look nervous. “I know that it is Friday and that everyone is entailed to their own business on a Friday evening, but we sleep very early, us, and we should be going to sleep as soon as possible. You see, Jaejoong and I do a lot during the weekend and therefore need to be in our top, physical forms.”
It’s a bunch of bullshit, but it seems to work.
“Ok,” Junsu says, flashing him a smile, “I was just about to bring up the time, anyways. Yoochunnie has to see Changmin-ah, yes? It would be mean to keep him any longer. I’ll see you two on Monday. Or maybe earlier?” Jaejoong laughs and Yunho realizes how much he hates inside jokes. Jaejoong gives him a hug, and for Yunho, they stick to an awkward handshake. Yoochun appears out of nowhere and keeps the door open for him, and then they finally walk out the door, leaving Yunho and Jaejoong to their own devices.
“I like him,” Jaejoong says.
“Evidently.”
Jaejoong laughs, standing up and hugging Yunho. There’s a bit of a height difference, but seeing as they were best friends for most of their lifetimes, the height differences and the weight differences weren’t that special anymore. “You sounded pretty mean, though. Firing some guy because of previous engagements? You know that he wouldn’t have flirted with you if he was your secretary. He’s just like you Yunho, when it comes to work. Now you’ll have to deal with the flirting.”
“You didn’t have to hire him as your secretary,” Yunho counters, wiggling to get an arm free so that he can rest it on Jaejoong’s shoulder. They both watch the door, expecting a knock or some activity. Jaejoong hums, digging his face into Yunho’s shirt.
“I hired him because I think he’ll teach you a lot, Yunho-ah,” Jaejoong explains, “And I do hope you learn well.” Yunho closes his eyes. This was just like when Jaejoong had pretended to drown so that Yunho would have to do mouth-to-mouth, therefore practicing for his lifeguarding test. Yunho had slapped his arm, called him an idiot and refused to talk to him for the rest of the week, but Yunho had passed because of it. This sounded similar.
“Just don’t do anything drastic, ok?” Yunho sighs. Jaejoong nods.
“Of course, I just like seeing you squirm once and awhile.”
Yunho had been doing a lot of squirming lately. Hopefully Jaejoong was enjoying it.
**
“Come on Yunho-hyung,” the high voice chirped, his hand running down his bare chest. Lips latched against skin and Yunho bucked, his hands grabbing onto the soft sides, his fingers sliding down to rest on his hips. Yunho moves his head so that their lips touch, slow at first, and then meshing. A hand reaches down and grabs onto his crotch. Yunho groans into the darkness.
When Yunho awakes, he doesn’t want to get out of his sheets.
**
“Ooh, I really need some peppers!” Jaejoong squeals, reaching for the produce. Yunho slaps his hand.
“No, we don’t. We waste so much food already with all the take-out you order on a daily basis. We’re just getting a few thinks today, ok?” Jaejoong rolls his eyes and pouts, but his spirits are lifted when they entered the cereal aisle, picking up his favourite box and placing it into the cart. Yunho could only scoff underneath his breath.
“Yunho-oppa? Jaejoong-oppa, is that you?”
They turn around to see a brunette, long hair and smiling face. Yunho freezes and Jaejoong needs to hit his arm to unfreeze him. The girl smiles and runs over, the contents of her basket almost falling out.
“I knew it was you guys! I’m surprised to see you two still together. How long has it been? A few years, I believe,” the girl goes on, and Yunho finally remembers her name.
“Bokyung? I thought that you were in America, doing ballet,” Yunho asks, his brows furrowed. He remembered the sad night when she admitted that she would be moving to America soon to pursue her dream of dance, leaving Jaejoong and Yunho, who had gotten used to, and quite fond of Bokyung.
The girl blushed. “I came home because of an opening in the Seoul ballet. I may go back to L.A, but right now they need me here, so I’m here!” She chuckles nervously. “I’m staying with my brother, though, so if you two ever want to get caught up or talk, we could chat, yes?”
Jaejoong smiles humbly. “Of course. What’s your brother’s name?”
Bokyung shrugs and brushes a strand of hair behind her hair. “Kim Junsu?”
--
end.
a/n: longer chapter this time, 2k. don't know if this will be the length of the rest of the chapters or not. but half-way, now!
a/n1: adding Bokyung/Stephanie from CSJH-The Grace into the mix! This chapter kind of sucks, though. Brief synopsis: Yunho got Junsu as his secretary, but then got punched by Junsu because of swearing, and then fired him. Jaejoong then hired Junsu, and now, instead of working hard like he would for Yunho - he's going to make his life a living hell. Yay! Junsu and Jaejoong becomes bffs, destroying Yunho in and out of the work place. Yoochun flirts at everything that moves, his recent target is Junsu. Changmin is too smart for this group. Yunho politely asks Junsu to leave, and he learns that Jaejoong hired Junsu to teach him some type of lesson. The next day, whilst grocery shopping, Jaejoong and Yunho meet up with an old friend - who is Junsu's sister. Oh yeah - Yunho gets a wet dream. Yep ~
a/n2: hope that helps.
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Fandom: DBSK
Pairings: Yunho-centric, Yunho/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crude language, wet dreams
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humour
A/N: written for yjjyc More notes at the end. and forever!troll Jaejoong.
Summary: Jung Yunho is a rich, polite, perfect man. Kim Jaejoong is his obnoxious, and gay, best friend. Kim Junsu is a sultry, sexy and seductive man, that Yunho meets when Jaejoong brings him to a gay bar. Romance and humour ensues.
One - We Will Go Again ; Two - I Shook my Head at All the Questions Inside of Me
Changmin was not happy. Not in the least.
“That is not the proper way to address someone,” Changmin says. Yunho rolls his eyes, his hands clasped in his lap, trying his best to sit as still as possible on the desk. The secretary has already screamed at him for wiggling too much, and he knows from the yearly trips Youngwoon sets up in the office that Changmin has strong muscles and can hit hard.
“Thanks for the ethics class,” Yunho jokes. Changmin taps his shoulder, just enough to make it hurt, and Yunho really wonders where he works out to make his punch hurt that much. The younger finishes dressing the wound and steps away, judging his work. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and shows him his reflection. Good, Yunho can make up some story that he was in a bar fight if need be.
Not slapped in the cheek by a guy not only shorter than him, but with a lower rank.
Jung Yunho had not expected such crude language to escape his mouth when he had realized that the man that was standing in his doorway was none other but Kim Junsu. Honestly. He had been raised to speak nice, kind words to everyone in the work environment. But as honestly as that last comment was, he was not expecting Junsu to be his secretary, either. Honestly.
“Holy fuck, it’s you,” Yunho mumbled. He didn’t register what was happening before he got a rude awakening with Junsu’s fist to his cheek. His knuckles hurt bad, really bad. Then it followed with a slap, and he would have done more damage had Jaejoong not jumped from his spot at the door (he had been watching the whole show unfold, the bastard) and stopped him. The pain still hurt after Youngwoon had told Changmin to patch him up, seeing as Changmin had been the only one to do the ‘medicine in the workplace’ class.
“Thanks. I know you have a lot of work to do and all,” Yunho apologized. Changmin simply rolled his eyes, mumbling something about deadlines and phone calls, leaving Yunho’s office and shutting the door. Yunho leaned down and ran his fingers through his hair, breathing in and out to try to calm himself down before getting back to work. He reviewed all the work he needed to finish by tomorrow in his head. If Jaejoong wasn’t going to be dragging him to any gay bars tonight, he might be able to finish them.
There was a knock on his door and he looked up, noticing Junsu at the door, carrying coffees from the place downstairs. “Jaejoong said that coffee is your friend. I’m sorry,” he said, outstretching the coffee. Yunho reached for it, barely noticing the soft touch they shared, and sipped on the warm drink, smiling when the smell reached his nostrils. He nodded.
“Thanks,” Yunho replied softly, “Coffee is more like my best friend. Jaejoong gets jealous because of that.” They share a short laugh, and Yunho looks up so that their eyes meet. Junsu smiles and cocks his head to the side.
He looks different, Yunho thinks. His eyes don’t have that level of promiscuity, his body doesn’t look that sexy or tight in his outfit, and his cheeks look chubby, even with his beautiful jawline. He looks shy and sheepish in this environment, unlike when they had been inches away from each other at the bar. Yunho is slowly calculating which version of Junsu he prefers whilst they sit in the silence.
“Are you going to fire me?” Junsu asks, like a small child, and Yunho chuckles under his breath. When Jaejoong had pulled him off of him, Yunho had said that he would fire him no matter what. Now, thinking back, he guesses it wasn’t the smartest move.
Yunho sighs, “It’ll probably be distracting if you were my secretary.” Junsu nods and looks down at his coffee that sits in his hands. When he looks up again and smiles at Yunho, he can see the sex in his eyes again.
“That’s wonderful,” Junsu says, taking steps closer and wrapping a fist around his tie, so that his lips are dangerously close to his philtrum, “Because Jaejoong just hired me in case. And we can play as much then.” He places a soft kiss to Yunho’s cheek, winking as he pulls away. Yunho’s cheeks are hot as Junsu lets go and walks away, rotating his hips as he does so.
“Fuck.”
**
“I am trying to work,” Yunho says.
“Come on,” Yoochun whines.
“I am working, Yoochun.”
“I really, really need you!” Yoochun complains, squatting in front of Yunho’s desk. Yunho looks up from underneath his glasses to glare at Yoochun.
“I don’t know why Jaejoong let you inside my house in the first place, but Yoochun, I really need to work. And you should be getting home or something or whatever the hell you do in your free time,” Yunho shoos away, but Yoochun just inches closer, his puppy eyes regarding Yunho until he finally looks back down at Yoochun, flicking his forehead.
“Why aren’t you out there?” Yoochun asks and cocks his head to the side, the beginnings of a smirk appearing on his lips. Yunho seriously wants to throw him out the window of his apartment, but his hands might get dirty in the process, and he seriously needs to finish this, or he will be behind in his work. And from today’s work, he’s already very behind.
“Is it because Junsu is out there?” Yoochun asks, smirking. Yunho looks up and Yoochun laughs.
Yunho had dealt with the giggling for the most of the night, and was worried that his ears were going to burst. Both Junsu and Jaejoong have very distinct laughs, and it rings in his ears, even with the music that he has blasting from his iPod dock. Yoochun’s turned it down by now and Yunho barely registers the Japanese Indie that’s playing, just wisps of the lyrics floating into his eardrums.
“No, but I would prefer some almost peace and quiet. It’s hard enough when Jaejoong is around, let alone Junsu. I’m surprised they aren’t saying mutterings of toil and trouble yet,” Yunho complains, and another wave of cackles sneaks underneath the door. Yoochun laughs but Yunho’s glare stops him. “Honestly, there are karaoke places for things like this. I feel like calling the cops.”
Yoochun grabs Yunho’s shoulder, walking around his desk and saving the work that he was diligently working on. He turns him around in the chair. “If they are bugging you, just go up and speak to them! I’m actually driving Junsu home and Changmin wants me to meet him up for drinks, anyways. You’re allowed to come, if you want.”
Yunho doesn’t even question why Yoochun is already so close to Jaejoong’s secretary, but nods. “Thanks.” He pats Yoochun’s arm and walks to the door, opening it up and entering the open loft. On the couch across the way from Yunho’s office, the two sitting on the couch stop talking. They’re drinking tea and there are open magazines on the table. It’s like a pair of mothers talking about the neighbourhood.
“Kim Junsu-sshi,” Jung Yunho calls, swallowing the lump in his throat that emerges upon saying his name. The dazzling, sultry eyes attach to his own and Yunho rubs his thumb over the other not to look nervous. “I know that it is Friday and that everyone is entailed to their own business on a Friday evening, but we sleep very early, us, and we should be going to sleep as soon as possible. You see, Jaejoong and I do a lot during the weekend and therefore need to be in our top, physical forms.”
It’s a bunch of bullshit, but it seems to work.
“Ok,” Junsu says, flashing him a smile, “I was just about to bring up the time, anyways. Yoochunnie has to see Changmin-ah, yes? It would be mean to keep him any longer. I’ll see you two on Monday. Or maybe earlier?” Jaejoong laughs and Yunho realizes how much he hates inside jokes. Jaejoong gives him a hug, and for Yunho, they stick to an awkward handshake. Yoochun appears out of nowhere and keeps the door open for him, and then they finally walk out the door, leaving Yunho and Jaejoong to their own devices.
“I like him,” Jaejoong says.
“Evidently.”
Jaejoong laughs, standing up and hugging Yunho. There’s a bit of a height difference, but seeing as they were best friends for most of their lifetimes, the height differences and the weight differences weren’t that special anymore. “You sounded pretty mean, though. Firing some guy because of previous engagements? You know that he wouldn’t have flirted with you if he was your secretary. He’s just like you Yunho, when it comes to work. Now you’ll have to deal with the flirting.”
“You didn’t have to hire him as your secretary,” Yunho counters, wiggling to get an arm free so that he can rest it on Jaejoong’s shoulder. They both watch the door, expecting a knock or some activity. Jaejoong hums, digging his face into Yunho’s shirt.
“I hired him because I think he’ll teach you a lot, Yunho-ah,” Jaejoong explains, “And I do hope you learn well.” Yunho closes his eyes. This was just like when Jaejoong had pretended to drown so that Yunho would have to do mouth-to-mouth, therefore practicing for his lifeguarding test. Yunho had slapped his arm, called him an idiot and refused to talk to him for the rest of the week, but Yunho had passed because of it. This sounded similar.
“Just don’t do anything drastic, ok?” Yunho sighs. Jaejoong nods.
“Of course, I just like seeing you squirm once and awhile.”
Yunho had been doing a lot of squirming lately. Hopefully Jaejoong was enjoying it.
**
“Come on Yunho-hyung,” the high voice chirped, his hand running down his bare chest. Lips latched against skin and Yunho bucked, his hands grabbing onto the soft sides, his fingers sliding down to rest on his hips. Yunho moves his head so that their lips touch, slow at first, and then meshing. A hand reaches down and grabs onto his crotch. Yunho groans into the darkness.
When Yunho awakes, he doesn’t want to get out of his sheets.
**
“Ooh, I really need some peppers!” Jaejoong squeals, reaching for the produce. Yunho slaps his hand.
“No, we don’t. We waste so much food already with all the take-out you order on a daily basis. We’re just getting a few thinks today, ok?” Jaejoong rolls his eyes and pouts, but his spirits are lifted when they entered the cereal aisle, picking up his favourite box and placing it into the cart. Yunho could only scoff underneath his breath.
“Yunho-oppa? Jaejoong-oppa, is that you?”
They turn around to see a brunette, long hair and smiling face. Yunho freezes and Jaejoong needs to hit his arm to unfreeze him. The girl smiles and runs over, the contents of her basket almost falling out.
“I knew it was you guys! I’m surprised to see you two still together. How long has it been? A few years, I believe,” the girl goes on, and Yunho finally remembers her name.
“Bokyung? I thought that you were in America, doing ballet,” Yunho asks, his brows furrowed. He remembered the sad night when she admitted that she would be moving to America soon to pursue her dream of dance, leaving Jaejoong and Yunho, who had gotten used to, and quite fond of Bokyung.
The girl blushed. “I came home because of an opening in the Seoul ballet. I may go back to L.A, but right now they need me here, so I’m here!” She chuckles nervously. “I’m staying with my brother, though, so if you two ever want to get caught up or talk, we could chat, yes?”
Jaejoong smiles humbly. “Of course. What’s your brother’s name?”
Bokyung shrugs and brushes a strand of hair behind her hair. “Kim Junsu?”
--
end.
a/n: longer chapter this time, 2k. don't know if this will be the length of the rest of the chapters or not. but half-way, now!
a/n1: adding Bokyung/Stephanie from CSJH-The Grace into the mix! This chapter kind of sucks, though. Brief synopsis: Yunho got Junsu as his secretary, but then got punched by Junsu because of swearing, and then fired him. Jaejoong then hired Junsu, and now, instead of working hard like he would for Yunho - he's going to make his life a living hell. Yay! Junsu and Jaejoong becomes bffs, destroying Yunho in and out of the work place. Yoochun flirts at everything that moves, his recent target is Junsu. Changmin is too smart for this group. Yunho politely asks Junsu to leave, and he learns that Jaejoong hired Junsu to teach him some type of lesson. The next day, whilst grocery shopping, Jaejoong and Yunho meet up with an old friend - who is Junsu's sister. Oh yeah - Yunho gets a wet dream. Yep ~
a/n2: hope that helps.
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