The Theory of Porno 1/3
When Yoochun had proposed his plan to Changmin, he really had not expected him to latch on to the project with as much enthusiasm as he had showed a week before.
“This is brilliant, Chun. I could kiss you.” He had said with a straight face, before grimacing and changing the subject. “I’ll have everything you need in a few days. We’ll set up in studio C. Jaejoong and Junsu, right? I should’ve known- they are your favorite couple. Anyway, Heechul will have their costumes finished, and the room will have everything you need. Just leave it to me-“
Changmin really had outdone himself. He couldn’t even recognize the studio.
The walls were plastered with realistic bamboo wallpaper, with a few real bamboo shoots scattered around to add emphasis. The colorful green plants matched perfectly with the tatami floor covering, the material stretching the full span of space until the far right corner, where a wooden platform was raised about four feet off the ground. It had three steps off to the side, leading up to where steam licked the surface of the hot water, a few lone pink petals floating aimlessly, having fallen from the beautiful sakura tree perched at the side of makeshift spring.
A few feet away sat a low, brown table with two fluffy, elegant-looking pillows at opposite ends. A vintage tea set took up little room in the middle of the table. It was flanked with a few ferns and bright flowers. A tan and black wall divider was off to the side. A paper lantern next to the tea hid a vanilla candle as the flame flicked behind the barrier.
“Yoochun-“ The door adjacent to the spring opened, revealing the silhouette of a man Yoochun knew very well. “What you think?” He entered the room and shut the door, and the older man couldn’t even blame the steam for making his face hot. Not that he wanted to.
The brunette was clad in female kimono-like dress, the right shoulder slipping a little down a toned forearm. The black background made the pink and red blossoms pop even more off of the fabric, the middle obi wrapped tight around a lithe waist, showing off curves and lines that Yoochun couldn’t stop gaping at. The slightly puffed skirt ended mid-thigh, leaving nothing to the imagination. It wasn’t meant to.
“G-Good. Can’t wait to film.” He said, rushing to avert his gaze, missing the slight frown that the other now sported.
“I wonder where Jaejoong is.”
“I don’t know, Su. I texted him yesterday to remind him but he never replied to me.”
Junsu made a noise at the back of his throat and walked to the table, sitting on the dark blue cushioned pillow. Yoochun tried not to stare as the black fabric revealed even more of those smooth, creamy thighs- He took a deep breath and started to fiddle with his video camera as a distraction.
It wasn’t like this was the first time that Yoochun saw Junsu like this. He had had plenty of time to map out the contours of the others perfect frame, his gaze literally eating the image that Junsu always revealed to him on set, locking it away. He could perfectly remember the scenes that he filmed, especially the ones that centered on his favorite actor.
Junsu was his star.
They waited. And waited. And waiting. Junsu had started to tap his barefoot against the fake flooring. Yoochun was finding it hard to keep his attention either on his camera or the setting of the room.
“Can you call him or something? He never misses a shoot, unless something important came up. But he still would have contacted us.”
Yoochun took out his cell phone, slightly blushing at the wallpaper of Junsu winking at him. He quickly dialed the number he knew by heart and held the device to his ear.
He was met with the dial tone and after a few seconds hung up.
“It’s no use. He didn’t answer.”
“Now I’m worried. What if something happened to him? We’re just sitting here like bumps on a log, and he’s fighting for his life and trying to escape from the trunk of some madman’s car-“
“Junsu.” Yoochun tried not to smile because Junsu would think he was laughing at his overactive imagination, “Calm down. I’m sure he’s just at his apartment. Maybe he misplaced his phone.”
“You know his phone is his life.”
Yoochun silently agreed. Jaejoong without his blackberry was unheard of.
They sat in silence for a few more minutes, Junsu’s fingers picking at the braided black strand that kept his whole costume from falling apart. He shifted, and the fabric fell from his shoulder.
“Can we go check his place? Just to be sure.”
“Junsu-“
“What? Why can’t we?”
Yoochun sighed, knowing that once Junsu had his mind set on something, there was no distracting him. Already knowing he had won the argument, he always won against Yoochun anyway, he stood up, adjusting the kimono to cover himself, not that he needed to.
“Well, I’m going to go take this off. No sense in getting it dirty when Jaejoong isn’t even here to do the scene.”
He disappeared behind the door he had previously come out of, too fast for Yoochun to call him back, to please not change, to lay right down on the floor and pose for him- thighs spread apart, toes curled, a small, delicate hand resting against his slightly parted plump lips, face flushed in sin, pupils dilated, hair soaked with sweat-
Yoochun closed his eyes and tried to contain his thoughts.
When they found Jaejoong later, he was going to kill him for ruining his delicious scene.
Junsu rejoined him a few minutes later, clad in simple jeans and a black t-shirt. He held his light jacket over one arm as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Yoochun packed up his simple equipment into his own bag and looked at his phone one last time.
No new messages.
The ride to Jaejoong’s apartment was full of trapped anxiety and an awkward air that Yoochun wasn’t really used to when he was in the presence of his favorite actor. Junsu was usually all smiles, seldom was he worried or panicked like this. His hands kept wringing the seat belt.
And he was still tapping his left foot. Fidgety. Nervous.
When the older man parked, Junsu shot out from his seat, wrist momentarily tangled with the seat belt as it retracted into its hiding place before he was out of the car.
He entered the lobby and fingered his shirt hem as he waited for the elevator, Yoochun soon coming to stand next to him as they watched the red l.e.d light show number after number.
A handful of people exited the brightly lit carpeted machine when it finally opened and they were the only two to enter. Yoochun pressed the button and number fifteen lit up, the older man subtly trying to hide the fact that he absolutely hated coming to Jaejoong’s apartment. He flinched when the elevator shook and started to ascend.
Junsu didn’t notice.
The ride, surprisingly, ended quite quickly, and soon they stepped into a plain looking hall, Jaejoong’s door now in sight. Yoochun pulled his keys from his pocket and fingered a simple silver one, top of the key covered with a red rubber cap. It came in handy when he had four different keys, excluding his own. Junsu’s key had a blue rubber cap, Changmin’s was black, and Yoohwan’s was orange. He found his system worked quite well.
If only he could use Junsu’s key more often.
Yoochun cleared his thoughts and went about unlocking his best friend’s door. He was surprised to find that it was already unlocked, and when he swung open the door, the pair were simply mortified. The apartment was a complete mess and looked as if a tornado had torn right through the large space.
Crumpled laundry was strewn about, the couch mostly covered with random articles of clothing, the arm chair and floors not safe from the assault of fabric. The far lamp was overturned but the bulb hadn’t busted, just cracked. The plush chair was turned over onto its side, and the designer rug was crumpled in several places.
“Jaejoong?!” Junsu called out and ran into the messy living room without a second thought for danger, ignoring Yoochun’s words of caution. He walked down the hall and opened a door, which led to the bathroom. The cabinet and drawers were opened, the counter surprisingly clean. Junsu couldn’t see a toothbrush, paste, razor, shaving cream- nothing was there that -should- have been. He checked behind the shower curtain, just in case, gearing himself up mentally to see Jaejoong’s dead body in the tub.
Nothing.
He left, and headed toward the bedroom. He slowly swung the door open. More clothes everywhere, the sheets crumpled, the closet door slid open, shoes all over the floor. He rushed over to the bed.
“Yoochun! I found his cell phone!” He grabbed it and his older companion was next to him an instant later.
The screen lit up when he pressed a random button, and it beeped a few times, signally a low battery. Junsu had to hurry, as he didn’t know where the charger was. He clicked out of the warning screen, and saw the many messages of missed calls and unread texts. The pair were not the only ones trying to get in contact with the older man.
Junsu checked the received calls menu, and found it odd that the first number on there was unknown. The rest of the calls had names. Including one that the brown haired man didn’t recognize.
“Chun, who’s ‘Yunho’?”
“Hmm, the only one I know in this business is Jung Yunho. He’s the son of one of the shareholders of Changmin’s company. He comes to the studio every once and awhile. Maybe they met recently.”
Junsu didn’t get the chance to check the texts; the phone beeped once more, the screen clicked off. It was dead.
Yoochun cursed and took it from him, throwing it back on the bed and muttering about stupid porn stars who can’t charge their phones.
Then he noticed the computer, beautifully laid on the pillow by the headboard, cord dangling to the plug still connected to the wall. He sat on the bed, and reached for it.
“Okay-“ Junsu said softly, suddenly closer. “This feels wrong; it’s one thing to go through his phone, or, attempt to, but, his computer? That’s a whole ‘nother level.”
Yoochun ignored his concerns. “We’re only going to check to see if he has any windows open that will help us find out where he is. Maybe there’s a clue or something.” He said and opened the top, praying that it would come right up without them needing a password.
Luck was on their side.
The screen flashed white, and then it came to life.
Yoochun flushed red as Junsu popped up on screen. A very naked, spread open Junsu.
“Yah! That pervert- why, why is that set as his background?!” The real Junsu hid his face in his hands, utterly embarrassed, regardless of the fact that that was his job. Still, to have his exposed picture as his friend’s background, non-pixelated, full high-definition- Yoochun sucked in a breath.
He felt Junsu press up against him as the younger man reached for the finger-pad and tried not to flinch.
“Here, he left some tabs open. His email and-“ He stopped abruptly, and the director focused more on the screen then fighting the stirring erection in his jeans.
“The murder case from a few days ago. Why would he have that up?”
“Maybe he was just looking-“
“Maybe he knew the victim. The girl did have a shady past for getting involved with the underground and selling herself for money- oh man, what if Jaejoong was trying to help her and when she ended up dead, he decided to take revenge but they’ve captured him and-“
Yoochun brought a hand up and covered Junsu’s mouth, effectively cutting off his spewing of nonsense.
“Calm down, Su. There’s not a chance that it would be something like that because for one, this isn’t some manga or work of fiction where anything goes. And two, I doubt Jaejoong knew the woman; she was a foreigner, probably just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I have a feeling that this case isn’t the same as Jaejoong’s disappearance.”
Junsu made a muffled sound and Yoochun moved his arm, moving his weight back to sit more on the bed, the younger man following as the director moved the laptop to sit on his lap. He clicked the other tab.
It was his email. Some of it was spam, with a few read emails in between bold links. Yoochun scrolled and came across something.
“He does know Yunho. They’ve exchanged emails-“ He clicked the first one and moved to the bottom of the page, where the conversation started. “It seems like Yunho got his email from Changmin, and he was asking him out for coffee on Saturday.” He clicked upward. “ Jaejoong declined, but Yunho asked several times, so Jae gave up and said that he would go. The next few are just saying they had a good time. Jae asked what he saw in him, and Yunho replied, ‘I’d rather tell you in person; if you would like to meet up again’. They exchanged phone numbers. Hmm, I wonder what Yunho told him.”
“Do you think Yunho has something to do with Jaejoong’s disappearance?”
“Maybe. It does sound like they’ve gotten pretty chummy since that first email, which was months ago. I really don’t think that Yunho would be capable of doing something like kidnapping, though.” Before Junsu could go on another imagination-filled rant, he continued. “Why don’t you go check the living room? To see if there’s anything we’re missing.”
He watched the younger man leave before furiously turning his attention back to the screen. He clicked on the compose button, and entered his own email into the recipient space. He opened the attachments screen, and rooted around in the folders section before he made it to the one named ‘Backgrounds’.
Yoochun’s eyes widened. He skimmed to the bottom, where the current one that had was highlighted. Most of the ones Jaejoong had used before he had already, but this one, he didn’t. And he was going to hit the older man when they found him for holding out on him.
He double-clicked the picture, and hurried to send the email, jerking in shock when he heard Junsu’s loud wail of disapproval. He shut the laptop, and placed it by the headboard once more before rushing back into the living room.
He visibly relaxed when Junsu turned toward him, a gray cat cuddled up into his arms. “Yoochun, he even left Jiji! There’s no telling how long he’s been gone already, his baby could have starved!”
The director glanced toward the kitchen, where a large bowl of food and an even larger bowl of water sat, completely full. Yoochun doubted if Jaejoong was taken by force, he wouldn’t have time to make sure that his cat had plenty to live off.
Yoochun didn’t say anything though, because Junsu wouldn’t listen to him anyway. He was too busy coddling the bored looking cat, stroking the smooth gray fur with his left hand. The director tried not to laugh- Jaejoong’s pet was probably glad that the older man was gone so he could have a break from all the attention. He practically smothered the cat and all Jiji wanted to do was sleep most of the time.
He watched as Junsu sat on the couch, cat in his lap, happy as ever.
“You didn’t find anything other than the cat, did you?”
“All I see are clothes. What more could there be?”
Yoochun glanced around. Junsu was right. How Jaejoong had this many articles of clothing that had prior been fit into his small looking closet was beyond him- There was just no way. But that’s all that seemed to be around; no blood, no weapons, no ransom note. Thank goodness, though. They probably wouldn’t know how to react if they had found any of that.
The older man checked his phone, no new messages, but he did note the time. Late afternoon.
“Hey, Su, obviously we’re not going to find anything else today. I’m sure tomorrow we can look into more possibilities- my place is close. Just want to come spend the night?”
Why was Yoochun so nervous? Junsu had spent the night a number of times, but this night, it felt different, somehow. Maybe because it was very inappropriate to invite his crush over like nothing had happened to their best friend and he so wasn’t missing-
Before he could take it back, he saw Junsu nod. “It makes sense- We can already be together tomorrow to do some more searching.” He rubbed Jiji’s stomach, cooing at the cat as he purred louder.
Yoochun shook his head. Why did his crush have to be so cute?
They finally left the apartment, the older man having to convince Junsu that the cat didn’t need more food and no they couldn’t take Jiji with them. Junsu had pouted but relinquished his hold on the now annoyed cat. He jumped from his lap and had quickly scampered to the bedroom, no doubt wanting to claim Jaejoong’s big bed as his own.
The pair picked up dinner on the way home, a new place that served good Bulgogi, Kimchi, and Gimbap.
Once they were inside, Yoochun quickly went to the table and set down the food while Junsu went to the washroom, to change clothes and freshen up. He booted on his laptop as he sunk down into the couch and flushed pink when he was met with Junsu’s smiling face as his background. He quickly opened the ‘personalize’ screen and switched it out for a group picture that had been taken about a year ago.
He was about to get lost in his memories but the far door opened, revealing Junsu in only a baggy t-shirt and his white boxer briefs- the director’s face flushed even more. Junsu still seemed unaware.
“Hey, what happened to the pajama pants in here?”
Yoochun kept staring at Junsu’s exposed thighs, looking smooth and creamy and- “Um, I’ll-I’ll just go get you some.” He closed the computer and set it on the small table in front of him.
Once he was in his bedroom he sucked in a shaky breath and leaned against the wall, chest fluttering. He really didn’t know how long he could keep this charade going- Junsu was absolutely evil in his teasing, and he didn’t even know he was doing it.
He quickly changed clothes himself, throwing on an old t-shirt and sweat pants. He grabbed a pair of black ones for Junsu and headed to the bathroom.
He stopped abruptly- Junsu was really going to kill him.
The younger man had one knee perched on top of sink, the other leg straight and tensed as he put all of his weight onto his toes. He was leaned over, back arched so beautifully, one hand on the counter to steady himself, the other running his fingers over his own chin and jaw. He angled his head to get a better look and met Yoochun’s gaze in the reflection.
“Chun, you’re going to have to make me something healthy to eat in the morning; my face looks fat.”
When they were younger, and had first met, Jaejoong had joked with Junsu all the time about his figure being curvy. Yoochun had tried to convince him that he didn’t need to diet, but the brunette wouldn’t listen, especially when his new shoot was just days away.
Junsu stuck it through until the last day, when Jaejoong showed up and said he was sorry and offered to take the younger man out to dinner.
Even so, Junsu was never quite the same, and he did occasionally diet to keep the sharp shape of his jaw and to lessen the puffiness of his cheeks. As long as Junsu didn’t try to get rid of his perfect ass, Yoochun didn’t care.
“Your face looks fine, will you stop it? Here, put these on before I decide to film you.”
“Ooh~ Is that a new plot you want to act out? Sounds like it would sell well- cute boy goes over to his manager’s house, the manager decides to take control and ravish the innocent boy; I can pretend to be a shy, bumbling trainee if you wish-“ He was cut off as Yoochun threw the pair of pants at him, hitting his butt square on. He laughed and the older man turned away, fighting down a blush.
“Just finish getting dressed or I swear I will eat all this food without you.” He threatened and walked to the kitchen, thoughts so jumbled and filled with images that he would like to not think about right now.
He didn’t know if he would be able to survive the whole weekend if Junsu kept this up.
-TBC-
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