viva five/six {yunho/junsu}
Title: Viva Chapter Five - Look, you knew that things would turn this way from the start, right?
Fandom: DBSK
Pairings: Yunho-centric, Yunho/Junsu, Yunho/Stephanie
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crude language
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humour
A/N: written for yjjyc More notes at the end.
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
Three - I’ll bask in the joy of this victory for a moment
Four - I have no idea what's going on
Three weeks of flat-out torture, that’s what it was exactly. Now Junsu had a reason to come over to Jaejoong and Jung Yunho’s shared apartment whenever he wanted, and Jaejoong would never turn him down when Junsu appeared at their door. Some nights he would just follow Jaejoong out of the office and slide in the backseat beside Jaejoong-Yunho would drive them home with a scowl pasted on his lips. Some nights when Jaejoong was working from home or was sick, Junsu would slide into the passenger seat and would play with the knobs as Yunho obediently drives him home. There is barely any conversation.
Yunho usually hides himself in his office these nights, only escaping out when his dinner arrives (usually black bean noodles because it’s cheap and he feels cheap), and does his work. Sometimes Yoochun arrives and pulls him out of his office, Jaejoong and Junsu laughing from the living room, and he has to hang around drunk Changmin and smoking Yoochun for the most of the night in a karaoke room. He isn’t an alcoholic but the women that serve them in at the karaoke rooms must think he is because of the amount of alcohol he consumes when he hangs around Changmin and Yoochun. Jaejoong is usually the one that tells him to stop-but hey, it doesn’t look like he’s here, does it?
Bokyung, his wonderful girlfriend, has started her ballet, and for most of the month her nights are controlled by her director’s. One night she’ll be ok with going out and the next she can’t because she really, really has to go perform that night. It will be just a little bit longer, she promises, and so Yunho waits with a smile, calling the restaurant to cancel their reservation before ordering some more black bean noodles.
“Hey Yunho,” Junsu says with a smirk, sliding into the car beside him. Jaejoong is in Jeju Island working from their Jeju offices. Yunho had been wishing for work to be over since that morning because of this-Bokyung would be able to come over that night, and they would spend the night just chilling and watching movies from Yunho’s collection. In this plan, he hadn’t expected Junsu to somehow interject himself in.
“Jaejoong is in Jeju, you should know that,” Yunho explains, unlocking the doors and shooting Junsu a look. When Junsu buckles up his seatbelt, Yunho unbuckles it, reaching over and swinging the door over. The smell of car park slithers into the car and Yunho breathes it in proudly-it’s one of the underground scents of success. “And he won’t be home for another few days, so you should just catch a taxi or something home.”
Junsu rolls his eyes, and with his right hand, he closes the car door. He turns to Yunho with a pout, brushing his blonde bangs out of his eyes. The brown roots are quickly spreading through his hair-if Junsu wants to keep the blonde hair, he should dye it blonde again. But Yunho somehow gets the feeling that he has been doing this on purpose, watching as Yunho fidgets over one of his pet peeves. He had almost dragged Jaejoong into the bathroom once when he h got highlights. He’s been a redhead since.
“Can you drive me home, Mr. Jung? I forgot my metro pass at home today. I know that Jaejoong isn’t here today, but I honestly forgot about getting home. Plus you have time before you have to meet up with my sister,” Junsu wiggles his eyebrows and Yunho looks away. He turns the key in the ignition and takes the car into drive.
“You know, it’s really scary when you call Bokyung your sister,” Yunho says, driving around the parking garage and trying to find the exit, like he did every day. Gear shift and look at the mirror, these things were so subconscious and robotic to him by now. Driving cars for Yunho was nothing, nor was his car anything special and he tried his best to get Jaejoong from buying something stupidly expensive that they would rarely drive. Yoochun’s Ferrari smiled at them as they drove by.
Junsu smirks, “Well, she is my sister. And we share everything about our love lives together. Is it really true that you haven’t had sex yet? I’m really disappointed Jung Yunho.” He shakes his head as Yunho eases down a ramp, down on the last level of the parking garage, about to enter the light. He slips his card into the machine and it spits out his receipt.
“I’m not talking about my sex life with you, thank you very much,” Yunho says, grabbing his receipt and throwing it onto the dashboard. Junsu chuckles under his breath and Yunho side-glances him, trying his best to concentrate on the rush hour traffic of downtown Seoul. “And honestly, I would enjoy it if you stopped talking to my girlfriend about our relationship, thank you.”
“Isn’t that what you talk to Jaejoong about?” Junsu purrs, raising an eyebrow when Yunho glances over at him when they reach an intersection, the bright red of the traffic light reflected on the sleek black of the hood. When Yunho doesn’t reply, Junsu continues, meshing his fingers together and sitting conservatively in the passenger seat. “I’ve heard many times from Jaejoong that you must be wishing to have sex, he can literally hear you jacking off.”
“Shut up,” Yunho says and hopes that Junsu can’t see how red his cheeks have become. In the blurry of night lights and rain that hits the windshield; Yunho can see how closely Bokyung and Junsu really do look alike. Most nights when Bokyung is dancing and when Junsu has finally gone home, Yunho will turn on the shower and press his forehead to the tile wall. Somewhere in between Bokyung’s face meshes into Junsu’s.
“You are really gay, aren’t you? You rarely kiss my sister, you haven’t even had sex yet and you’re twenty-six, and you jack off to me,” Junsu lists off, a smirk permanently pulled to his lips, “Honestly, I’m flattered.” He flips his hair and Yunho is tempted to hit his cheek.
Contact. The exact thing that Yunho had tried to have for the past three weeks was the exact thing that Junsu had been lusting over. Yunho had a girlfriend and Junsu had Jaejoong, it was just a big square filled with lines and ties that Yunho was trying not to break. Jaejoong was on edge and always getting in fights with Yunho it seemed-when Jaejoong was mad, Yunho got nervous. Jaejoong was never someone you wanted angry at you.
“Fuck off,” he says, driving up to Junsu’s apartment.
“At least walk me up. Jaejoong does.” Yunho wants to tell him that there’s a reason for that-they are dating after all-but Junsu unbuckles Yunho’s seatbelt and pulls him out of his seat. Yunho makes sure to lock his car before slowly following Junsu. Maybe Bokyung hasn’t left for his place yet and he can just pick her up, like a gentleman. Maybe she’ll find it romantic that he drove her brother home. Sisters did like things like that, right?
“If you are gay, than that’s perfectly fine, you know,” Junsu says, picking at his nails.
“I’m not gay,” Yunho counters, crossing his arms and leaning into the glass walls of the elevator. There just happens to be no one in the elevator but them and Yunho desperately wishes someone was so that their conversation could end. But it was Junsu-there was a chance that he would just continue talking, not caring about who walked on.
“I would be perfectly fine if you did come out,” Junsu says, taking a step closer to Yunho, resting his manicured hand on his shoulder, smiling at how Yunho struggles.
“I’m sure you would,” Yunho swallows. “But you would have to drop Jaejoong first. And I’ve heard that Jaejoong is a terrible ex. That ‘obsessive girlfriend’ meme? Yeah, it was based on Jaejoong.”
“How do you know that I haven’t dropped him yet?” Junsu asks, winking when Yunho finally turns to him awestruck.
“What?” Yunho asks. He replaced it with, “Pardon?”
“Did you wonder why he left for an impromptu visit for Jeju? They don’t need any help there but Jaejoong went anyways for a reason. Do you think this just happened to be? You’re gay Yunho-I’m just here to prove it to you,” Junsu laughed wickedly. The elevator doors opened.
Yunho flees. He rushes to Bokyung’s apartment and knocks as loud as he possibly can. In the corner of his eye, he can see Junsu running towards him. No! No, no, no! This could not be happening. He did not like Junsu at all-he wasn’t gay! But his heartbeat pressed against his ribcage so much that he was afraid that it would break, and when he closed his eyes, he could see the devil smirk-Junsu smirk and press his lips to his earlobe.
“Yunho?” Junsu calls and when he reaches him, the emotions mix and mingle in front of Yunho’s eyes like a kaleidoscope. His sister’s voice rings in his ear and it’s exactly what she told him when Yunho explained military service to her the first time. He reaches out and grabs Junsu’s shoulder, wrapping him in a hug and… it happens.
His lips are just as soft as he has imagined them for over two months, now. They taste like cherries, if possible, and Yunho wonders where he can buy this lip gloss because it’s so delicious. He grips at the back of Junsu’s suit and feels the fabric wrinkle and stretch underneath his grip. He’s shorter but Yunho likes this, likes how he has to move his neck just a little until Junsu stands on his tippy-toes and kisses back. When he kisses back, Yunho knows-paradise.
“Yunho?” Bokyung’s voice echoes in his ear but he isn’t listening for this. He tunes his radio for Junsu’s moans and the sliding of skin. Her voice comes in again and he wishes for a mute-a way to keep her on a separate frequency.
She rips them apart and slaps his face.
“What the fuck, Yunho?” she asks, turning to her brother. “What the fuck, Junsu? You have a boyfriend, don’t you? You have Jaejoong oppa! Why are you going around kissing my boyfriend?”
Yunho sighs, “I kissed him.”
“What the fuck? You’re not gay, Yunho! What the hell is going on?” Unfortunately for the three, a crowd has gathered around in the tight hallway. Bokyung closes the door and Junsu pushes himself in. Yunho stands back. He runs.
**
“Mannnnnnnnnnn,” Yoochun drawls, draping his arm over Yunho’s shoulder, “You look so sad! What’s up, bro?” Yunho shakes his head, downing another drink that tastes a bit like cat pee (Jaejoong’s cats were witches), but in the end he can still taste the cherry on his lips. He knows he’s drunk ‘cause it feels like he’s swimming in alcohol.
“I kissed Junsu!” Yunho complains, slamming his head down onto the counter. “I kissed him right in front of Bokyung!”
“Oh gosh man!” Changmin gasps, ordering him another drink, “That sucks, that really sucks!”
“I know! Bokyung will stop dating me for sure!” Yunho cries, sobbing into his arm.
“But there must have been a reason that you kissed Junsu, right?” Yoochun persists. “If you kissed him that means there was a reason! You were meant to be! And if you kissed in front of Bokyung it was a wise decision-it was a way to get the guy and lose the girl!”
“I guess that makes sense…” Yunho mumbles.
“It does!” Changmin exclaims and jumps up in fights of giggles. He quickly makes do to cover his mouth, trying his best to control the giggles. “I think, that you,” he pokes Yunho; “You should find Junsu and kiss him again! Tell him how you feel!”
Yoochun screams, “Yeah!”
Yunho stands up, almost knocking over the stool he sits on, and smiles to his fellow workers. “Yes! I shall!”
They share a drink and then, Yunho goes out into the wild to find Junsu. Only to realize that he has no idea where to look for him. On any other day he might ask Jaejoong or Bokyung-but he decides that they would not be so happy to get a text from him. So he stretches his legs and back, and in his drunkenness, he starts walking for somewhere in particular. He deems it unsafe to drive his car home.
“Junsu! Junsu!” He turns the corner and finds himself at the gay bar. He stops in his tracks. This is where it all started. This is where all the pain started and the drama and the broken relationships. Damn Kim Jaejoong. He burps and shakes his head before walking up the steps to the gay bar, pushing his way past people to get inside.
Once inside, he fits himself into the throng of dancing people. He feels hands on his body, his butt and his thighs, and he touches them back like a greeting. There are smirks and licking of the lips but none of them are Junsu. None of them are Junsu.
“Junsu!” He screams, hoping that somewhere in Seoul he is able to hear his voice and will follow it. He grabs onto someone’s bicep and lets the hands pass him a drink. He puts the martini glass to his lips when-
“No. Come.” Junsu smashes the glass down and pulls him out. The angel has returned.
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end.
a/n: smuts to come~ not supposed to sound that gross.
a/n1: updates are usually on sundays. i was just not that busy today.
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Fandom: DBSK
Pairings: Yunho-centric, Yunho/Junsu, Yunho/Stephanie
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crude language
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humour
A/N: written for yjjyc More notes at the end.
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
Three - I’ll bask in the joy of this victory for a moment
Four - I have no idea what's going on
Three weeks of flat-out torture, that’s what it was exactly. Now Junsu had a reason to come over to Jaejoong and Jung Yunho’s shared apartment whenever he wanted, and Jaejoong would never turn him down when Junsu appeared at their door. Some nights he would just follow Jaejoong out of the office and slide in the backseat beside Jaejoong-Yunho would drive them home with a scowl pasted on his lips. Some nights when Jaejoong was working from home or was sick, Junsu would slide into the passenger seat and would play with the knobs as Yunho obediently drives him home. There is barely any conversation.
Yunho usually hides himself in his office these nights, only escaping out when his dinner arrives (usually black bean noodles because it’s cheap and he feels cheap), and does his work. Sometimes Yoochun arrives and pulls him out of his office, Jaejoong and Junsu laughing from the living room, and he has to hang around drunk Changmin and smoking Yoochun for the most of the night in a karaoke room. He isn’t an alcoholic but the women that serve them in at the karaoke rooms must think he is because of the amount of alcohol he consumes when he hangs around Changmin and Yoochun. Jaejoong is usually the one that tells him to stop-but hey, it doesn’t look like he’s here, does it?
Bokyung, his wonderful girlfriend, has started her ballet, and for most of the month her nights are controlled by her director’s. One night she’ll be ok with going out and the next she can’t because she really, really has to go perform that night. It will be just a little bit longer, she promises, and so Yunho waits with a smile, calling the restaurant to cancel their reservation before ordering some more black bean noodles.
“Hey Yunho,” Junsu says with a smirk, sliding into the car beside him. Jaejoong is in Jeju Island working from their Jeju offices. Yunho had been wishing for work to be over since that morning because of this-Bokyung would be able to come over that night, and they would spend the night just chilling and watching movies from Yunho’s collection. In this plan, he hadn’t expected Junsu to somehow interject himself in.
“Jaejoong is in Jeju, you should know that,” Yunho explains, unlocking the doors and shooting Junsu a look. When Junsu buckles up his seatbelt, Yunho unbuckles it, reaching over and swinging the door over. The smell of car park slithers into the car and Yunho breathes it in proudly-it’s one of the underground scents of success. “And he won’t be home for another few days, so you should just catch a taxi or something home.”
Junsu rolls his eyes, and with his right hand, he closes the car door. He turns to Yunho with a pout, brushing his blonde bangs out of his eyes. The brown roots are quickly spreading through his hair-if Junsu wants to keep the blonde hair, he should dye it blonde again. But Yunho somehow gets the feeling that he has been doing this on purpose, watching as Yunho fidgets over one of his pet peeves. He had almost dragged Jaejoong into the bathroom once when he h got highlights. He’s been a redhead since.
“Can you drive me home, Mr. Jung? I forgot my metro pass at home today. I know that Jaejoong isn’t here today, but I honestly forgot about getting home. Plus you have time before you have to meet up with my sister,” Junsu wiggles his eyebrows and Yunho looks away. He turns the key in the ignition and takes the car into drive.
“You know, it’s really scary when you call Bokyung your sister,” Yunho says, driving around the parking garage and trying to find the exit, like he did every day. Gear shift and look at the mirror, these things were so subconscious and robotic to him by now. Driving cars for Yunho was nothing, nor was his car anything special and he tried his best to get Jaejoong from buying something stupidly expensive that they would rarely drive. Yoochun’s Ferrari smiled at them as they drove by.
Junsu smirks, “Well, she is my sister. And we share everything about our love lives together. Is it really true that you haven’t had sex yet? I’m really disappointed Jung Yunho.” He shakes his head as Yunho eases down a ramp, down on the last level of the parking garage, about to enter the light. He slips his card into the machine and it spits out his receipt.
“I’m not talking about my sex life with you, thank you very much,” Yunho says, grabbing his receipt and throwing it onto the dashboard. Junsu chuckles under his breath and Yunho side-glances him, trying his best to concentrate on the rush hour traffic of downtown Seoul. “And honestly, I would enjoy it if you stopped talking to my girlfriend about our relationship, thank you.”
“Isn’t that what you talk to Jaejoong about?” Junsu purrs, raising an eyebrow when Yunho glances over at him when they reach an intersection, the bright red of the traffic light reflected on the sleek black of the hood. When Yunho doesn’t reply, Junsu continues, meshing his fingers together and sitting conservatively in the passenger seat. “I’ve heard many times from Jaejoong that you must be wishing to have sex, he can literally hear you jacking off.”
“Shut up,” Yunho says and hopes that Junsu can’t see how red his cheeks have become. In the blurry of night lights and rain that hits the windshield; Yunho can see how closely Bokyung and Junsu really do look alike. Most nights when Bokyung is dancing and when Junsu has finally gone home, Yunho will turn on the shower and press his forehead to the tile wall. Somewhere in between Bokyung’s face meshes into Junsu’s.
“You are really gay, aren’t you? You rarely kiss my sister, you haven’t even had sex yet and you’re twenty-six, and you jack off to me,” Junsu lists off, a smirk permanently pulled to his lips, “Honestly, I’m flattered.” He flips his hair and Yunho is tempted to hit his cheek.
Contact. The exact thing that Yunho had tried to have for the past three weeks was the exact thing that Junsu had been lusting over. Yunho had a girlfriend and Junsu had Jaejoong, it was just a big square filled with lines and ties that Yunho was trying not to break. Jaejoong was on edge and always getting in fights with Yunho it seemed-when Jaejoong was mad, Yunho got nervous. Jaejoong was never someone you wanted angry at you.
“Fuck off,” he says, driving up to Junsu’s apartment.
“At least walk me up. Jaejoong does.” Yunho wants to tell him that there’s a reason for that-they are dating after all-but Junsu unbuckles Yunho’s seatbelt and pulls him out of his seat. Yunho makes sure to lock his car before slowly following Junsu. Maybe Bokyung hasn’t left for his place yet and he can just pick her up, like a gentleman. Maybe she’ll find it romantic that he drove her brother home. Sisters did like things like that, right?
“If you are gay, than that’s perfectly fine, you know,” Junsu says, picking at his nails.
“I’m not gay,” Yunho counters, crossing his arms and leaning into the glass walls of the elevator. There just happens to be no one in the elevator but them and Yunho desperately wishes someone was so that their conversation could end. But it was Junsu-there was a chance that he would just continue talking, not caring about who walked on.
“I would be perfectly fine if you did come out,” Junsu says, taking a step closer to Yunho, resting his manicured hand on his shoulder, smiling at how Yunho struggles.
“I’m sure you would,” Yunho swallows. “But you would have to drop Jaejoong first. And I’ve heard that Jaejoong is a terrible ex. That ‘obsessive girlfriend’ meme? Yeah, it was based on Jaejoong.”
“How do you know that I haven’t dropped him yet?” Junsu asks, winking when Yunho finally turns to him awestruck.
“What?” Yunho asks. He replaced it with, “Pardon?”
“Did you wonder why he left for an impromptu visit for Jeju? They don’t need any help there but Jaejoong went anyways for a reason. Do you think this just happened to be? You’re gay Yunho-I’m just here to prove it to you,” Junsu laughed wickedly. The elevator doors opened.
Yunho flees. He rushes to Bokyung’s apartment and knocks as loud as he possibly can. In the corner of his eye, he can see Junsu running towards him. No! No, no, no! This could not be happening. He did not like Junsu at all-he wasn’t gay! But his heartbeat pressed against his ribcage so much that he was afraid that it would break, and when he closed his eyes, he could see the devil smirk-Junsu smirk and press his lips to his earlobe.
“Yunho?” Junsu calls and when he reaches him, the emotions mix and mingle in front of Yunho’s eyes like a kaleidoscope. His sister’s voice rings in his ear and it’s exactly what she told him when Yunho explained military service to her the first time. He reaches out and grabs Junsu’s shoulder, wrapping him in a hug and… it happens.
His lips are just as soft as he has imagined them for over two months, now. They taste like cherries, if possible, and Yunho wonders where he can buy this lip gloss because it’s so delicious. He grips at the back of Junsu’s suit and feels the fabric wrinkle and stretch underneath his grip. He’s shorter but Yunho likes this, likes how he has to move his neck just a little until Junsu stands on his tippy-toes and kisses back. When he kisses back, Yunho knows-paradise.
“Yunho?” Bokyung’s voice echoes in his ear but he isn’t listening for this. He tunes his radio for Junsu’s moans and the sliding of skin. Her voice comes in again and he wishes for a mute-a way to keep her on a separate frequency.
She rips them apart and slaps his face.
“What the fuck, Yunho?” she asks, turning to her brother. “What the fuck, Junsu? You have a boyfriend, don’t you? You have Jaejoong oppa! Why are you going around kissing my boyfriend?”
Yunho sighs, “I kissed him.”
“What the fuck? You’re not gay, Yunho! What the hell is going on?” Unfortunately for the three, a crowd has gathered around in the tight hallway. Bokyung closes the door and Junsu pushes himself in. Yunho stands back. He runs.
**
“Mannnnnnnnnnn,” Yoochun drawls, draping his arm over Yunho’s shoulder, “You look so sad! What’s up, bro?” Yunho shakes his head, downing another drink that tastes a bit like cat pee (Jaejoong’s cats were witches), but in the end he can still taste the cherry on his lips. He knows he’s drunk ‘cause it feels like he’s swimming in alcohol.
“I kissed Junsu!” Yunho complains, slamming his head down onto the counter. “I kissed him right in front of Bokyung!”
“Oh gosh man!” Changmin gasps, ordering him another drink, “That sucks, that really sucks!”
“I know! Bokyung will stop dating me for sure!” Yunho cries, sobbing into his arm.
“But there must have been a reason that you kissed Junsu, right?” Yoochun persists. “If you kissed him that means there was a reason! You were meant to be! And if you kissed in front of Bokyung it was a wise decision-it was a way to get the guy and lose the girl!”
“I guess that makes sense…” Yunho mumbles.
“It does!” Changmin exclaims and jumps up in fights of giggles. He quickly makes do to cover his mouth, trying his best to control the giggles. “I think, that you,” he pokes Yunho; “You should find Junsu and kiss him again! Tell him how you feel!”
Yoochun screams, “Yeah!”
Yunho stands up, almost knocking over the stool he sits on, and smiles to his fellow workers. “Yes! I shall!”
They share a drink and then, Yunho goes out into the wild to find Junsu. Only to realize that he has no idea where to look for him. On any other day he might ask Jaejoong or Bokyung-but he decides that they would not be so happy to get a text from him. So he stretches his legs and back, and in his drunkenness, he starts walking for somewhere in particular. He deems it unsafe to drive his car home.
“Junsu! Junsu!” He turns the corner and finds himself at the gay bar. He stops in his tracks. This is where it all started. This is where all the pain started and the drama and the broken relationships. Damn Kim Jaejoong. He burps and shakes his head before walking up the steps to the gay bar, pushing his way past people to get inside.
Once inside, he fits himself into the throng of dancing people. He feels hands on his body, his butt and his thighs, and he touches them back like a greeting. There are smirks and licking of the lips but none of them are Junsu. None of them are Junsu.
“Junsu!” He screams, hoping that somewhere in Seoul he is able to hear his voice and will follow it. He grabs onto someone’s bicep and lets the hands pass him a drink. He puts the martini glass to his lips when-
“No. Come.” Junsu smashes the glass down and pulls him out. The angel has returned.
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end.
a/n: smuts to come~ not supposed to sound that gross.
a/n1: updates are usually on sundays. i was just not that busy today.
a/n2: join for faster updates