{Songfic} Fly Love
Title: Fly Love
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Fluff (it's a first, I know)
Rating: It's fluff. ‘Nuff said.
Summary: a pretty night, the sand under his feet feels gorgeous, and Yunho finds out he's bieng stalked, and Jaejoong was just too pretty for him to handle.
A/N: Inspired by Jamie Foxx's song Fly Love (No I don't prefer his brand of music, it's the OST from Rio...and I just really like the song, and I LOVE the movie, but yeah) Finally my COMEBACK FIC, thats also doubles as a BIRTHDAY FIC for super special/awesome maxism12 . I know I'm horrible, your birthday was over like two weeks ago, but well, the other birthday fics I planned out, just didn't satisfy me, and then you said you wanted Yunjae, and it was just KJBDFIGREFIUHFVUI FKJVKJ GOT ONE, and ...well...yeah :DD I hope you like this. Never written any sort of fluff before, so I have no idea how this turned out. Not bad for my first try, I think. Oh and I am SOOOO proud of myself, this hasnt gone over six pages, MY SHORTEST FIC EVER, YO. Lol, Have fun reading BabyGurrrrl ;D
The sound of waves crashing against the beach, the smell of sea water in the air, the feeling of sand in between his toes - Yunho loved coming here, after his parents fell asleep every night. He loved coming to this beach, with its pale sand. The large, shady palm trees scattered across. What he loved the most was how the whole place glowed when it was bathed in moonlight, the moon hanging bright and big, high up in the clear sky. Just like tonight.
He didn’t come here because he was stressed, or because he saw himself as some sort of sappy romantic. He was just a 17 year old that liked burying his feet in the sand, and conveniently, he lived near a beautiful beach with glittering sand.
He sat on a low flat rock watching the waves wash up and down the shore, when he heard something. Like a shirt being ripped. And then he heard a stream of curses.
Amused, he turned and a saw, just a few metres away, in between a cluster of palm trees, someone tugging his shirt away from the trees, cursing all the while. When he failed to free his shirt from the rough bark, he blindly kicked with sandalled feet....and quite obviously, howled in pain.
With no one else around, Yunho decided to help the poor guy. The boy stopped struggling when he heard the approaching footsteps.
“Need some help?” Yunho asked, reaching out to unhook the thin material from the tree, when the boy whipped in the opposite direction. “Uh...No, thanks, I’m fine...I’m just...ha-ha, leaving right now”. He tried to run and yelped when he heard the shirt rip even further.
“Calm down, it’ll be free in a bit” he grabbed the boys arm, to keep him from running again, and simply pulled the ripped material free from the tree without doing any damage. He pretended he didn’t feel the others boy freeze when Yunho grabbed his arm.
“Uh, thanks....a lot. Bye then.” He tried to run again, but Yunho grabbed the waistline of his pants and pulled him back, laughing when the boy squealed like a girl at the sudden touch.
“Why the rush? It’s ok for you to stay, introduce yourself, and have a little conversa....” Yunho wasn’t hitting on the boy. He was just being casual, he wanted to get to know someone else that came to this beach, at this hour, but the boy turned to look up at him, and Yunho’s words fizzled and died in his throat, and his head was well aware that he sounded like he was flirting.
Fine dark hair, big round eyes, puffy pink lips, and skin that soaked up the moonbeams and glowed with the same radiance. It was unreal. Or Yunho had fallen asleep and this was a bizarre dream, the boy in front of him was Light from Deathnote, and he was a nicer, prettier, and a lot more feminine. Yunho shook his head, and blinked his eyes a few times. Too much Deathnote .
“Your pretty.” He managed to blubber, and immediately regretted it. The boy blushed like a rose, and Yunho wanted to take him home.
“And your honest,” he said, a shy smile taking hold of his features, and Yunho felt like jelly. “I guess I should be honest as well.” He had his hands behind his back, his eyes looked slightly worried. Stop chewing on those lips! Yunho nearly yelled in frustration, vaguely aware of what all this was doing to his libido.
“I was kind of watching you from back there...”
Yunho stared. His head had gone fuzzy a while ago, probably why he couldn’t quite grasp what the boy just said. “...Eh?
The boy let out a rather dramatic sigh of exasperation, “I mean I was stalking you.” He said, giving Yunho a blank look.
“....”
“....Well...??”
“....Eh?”
Yunho could see the pretty boys eye twitch, annoyance flashed over his features, and left so quick, it could have been a trick of the shadows. But apparently this boy had no patience.
“Stalking you. I saw you here yesterday, you looked really good, I wanted to see you again, so I hid in the palm trees to see if the “hot guy in white” would come again, and he’s here, but apparently he isn’t very fast. My name’s Jaejoong by the way, I’d love to know yours once you’ve stopped drooling over my face.” A smug look flashed past his features and disappeared as soon as it came. Again, it could be the shadows playing mind games...or not. The blank look returned. The more Yunho stared, the more intimidating that look got.
Jaejoong. He let the name roll in his mind, though about saying it in different tones, pitches, situations. Aegyo, angry, friendly, stern, disappointed, sad, sexual....Stop. Yunho squeezed his eyes shut keeping all those situations out of his imagination, especially the last one, just once more...Fuck Jaejoong...So TIG-stop StopStopSTOP!! Yunho snapped his eyes wide open, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered the pretty boy give him a weird look and inch away.
He shook his head, snapping himself out of his self imposed trance; earning more weird looks. Great now he thinks it was a waste stalking me, cause I just made myself look like a creep. Brilliant way to score. And then... He’s still standing here isn’t he? There is still hope for your pants, Yunho boy!
“I’m Yunho. Jung Yunho. And sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his head, flashing Jaejoong a full, dazzling smile, his eyes disappearing just a little. If it unknowingly(to him) worked on the girls, it had to work on this boy too.
Jaejoongs cheeks turned a fresh hue of pink, his eyes widened, just a fraction, and his jaw went just a little slack...almost as if he was entrance. So the smile really works, huh? He felt the smug feeling of accomplishment swell in his gut, but fought it off his features. Play it cool, play it cool...And then Jaejoongs features were wiped off all expression again, that cold , intimidating look back in place. Yunho smiled again, and with a gesture towards where he was seated before, he asked Jaejoong if he wanted to stay and talk for a while, “You know, like, get to know each other?” Another smile, with a touch of hope in his voice. Say yes, say yes, say...yes?
Jaejoong smiled a real smile for the first time that night, puffy lips stretching into a more-than-just-beautiful smile. Yunho felt his heart stop, his mouth run dry, like there was something stuck in his throat. Pretty Angel from the Moon. He realised just how corny that sounded in his head, but he was too busy trying to stop himself from drooling again. Jaejoongs smile stayed in place, a slightly shy look passing over his face, the expression staying for longer.
“I know Yunho,” he said, giggling at his own little joke, and Yunho’s face was on fire. He would curse his parents for giving him a pun-inducing name later, he was too caught up right now. The moonlight, the sound of the waves, the cool sand under his feet, Jaejoongs smile, his eyes, his hair, his scent....it was all fucking with his mind right now. It was all just so... ethereal.
“I’m going to change my mind, say no, and walk away, if you keep staring at me like that,” he said, with the same smile, chewing on his bottom lip again, his fingers fiddling with the torn hem of his shirt. Oh god, he has dimples...
Yunho snapped out of it again, “Sorry,” he laughed, and as gently and passively as possible, he linked their fingers together, tugging slightly to walk the pretty boy to the flat rocks. Those fingers wire softer than any he’s ever felt. Too good to be true, too god to be true, too good to be FUCKING true...
He wanted to test things to see if those lips were as plush as they looked, he wanted to touch that body, just to know if his skin was as smooth as he thought it to be, he wanted that soft melodic voice to call out his name in more ways that just one. He wanted to own this boy, he wanted to wrap his arms around other and never let go. He wanted to keep him safe and shielded from everything. As cheesy as it sounded, he thought of himself as Jaejoong’s knight in shining armour.
The deities above probably wanted to test just how much of a protective knight he could be, because right at that moment, a small car came flying at them, making a sharp turn as it went around the two, spraying sand everywhere. They coughed, and rubbed their eyes, the sand was everywhere. Yunho felt himself itch, his eyes burned, the sand in the air had turned into a temporary shroud, and Jaejoong wasn’t beside him anymore. He heard cries of objection, the sound of feet being dragged against the sand.
“NO, NO, LET ME GO!!! LET GO YOU BASTARD!! YOU ARE NOT TAKING ME ANYWHERE!!!”
The words sunk in and realisation sparked, and he was blindly sprinting in the direction of Jaejoong’s voice. His sight cleared enough to see a boy that looked about his own age in a black v-neck sweater, dark pants, and a dark beanie, pushing Jaejoong into the waiting arms of someone else in the backseat. Or it could have easily been two people, he couldn’t quite tell.
Through his bleary eyesight he managed to lunge at the boy just as he was getting into the driver’s seat, pulling him well away from the car, flinging him two feet away. E was on the other in less than seconds, throwing punches at his head. Whoever this kid was he was pretty good. He had managed to dodge almost all the punches, but didn’t expect a knee to his chest. He gasped for air, and Yunho punched his face, his fist meeting smooth skin, almost the same as Jaejoong’s. The boy’s head snapped back, his cheek turning red quickly, anger blazed in his eyes.
“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!?!”
Yunho punched him again, and pretended that he hadn’t noticed that this boy was rather good looking. Very VERY good looking. He grabbed the boy’s collar and growled in his face “Rule number one of kidnapping dipshit, tint your windows, and get more people to help you, and DONT drive around in a Volkswagen beetle that looks like it belongs to your mother.” Yunho pulled his fist back for another punch when two things happened: Yoochun said “But it IS my mom’s fucking car”, and someone fell on his punching arm, bringing it down. Yunho was ready to take both these bastards heads off for trying to kidnap his ‘new found love’, when he saw the body clinging to his arm was...Jaejoong.
The elder boy got off his arm, and flung his arms around the beanie-topped boy, looking up at Yunho with big round scared eyes. “Don’t hurt him; I swear it’s not what it looks like”
Yunho could feel every neuron in his brain trying to achieve some sort of comprehension....and it was failing. He felt a foot against his chest, and he was pushed onto his back, off his knees. Oh yeah, he had been unknowingly straddling the unknown boy. When he looked back up, he saw the unknown boy dust his sweater off of sand, and Jaejoong was running his hands over the boys face checking for damages. Just then a 2 pairs of arms and legs each crashed into Jaejoong and the boy, sending more sand spiralling away into the night sky. A boy with a soft yet oddly squeaky voice was yelling about how scary everything was and it felt like ninjas would jump out from behind the palm trees any second. And the third boy, the youngest of them all, just sat there, staring at Yunho....staring....staring....staring so hard...
Yunho felt his body shudder with Goosebumps. He stood up, shaking himself, and regardless of how he felt about Jaejoong, or the unnecessary interference of the three boys, he was
perplexed, and that’s what mattered the most, right now. So he demanded an explanation.
“Well,” Jaejoong spoke, “Junsu is my younger brother, and Yoochun and Changmin are cousins."
Junsu was the kid with the odd squeak in his voice. Yoochun was the kid he nearly killed, and Changmin was the creepy one that wouldn’t stop staring at him. Yunho felt another involuntary shudder run through his spine and dismissed it as the night chill.
“We’re all on vacation for some big family reunion”, Jaejoong smiled, and Yunho forgot about the confusion for a second. That second got cut down to a fraction when Yoochun whacked Jaejoong’s head, “Yeah and now because of you this vacation involves being stuck indoors, cleaning the entire farm house, and whatever sick chores those creepy aunts of ours can find.” The animosity in Yoochuns glare made Yunho sit back down with his legs crossed. This was going to be....interesting(?)
Jaejoong rubbed his head getting annoyed now. Honestly, this bitch isn’t even grateful that he had been saved from the beating of his life, Jaejoong thought. “What are you talking about?”
“You snuck out. They came in, and figured you’d run off somewhere, “ wow, Yoochuns eye was twitching as well. “and we got stuck with a lifetime of punishments ‘cause we’re “all family and are supposed to know you well enough to stop you in the right way” “, he threw in finger quotations and a mock voice for the last bit, scrunching up his face in mock anger.
“Yeah, and then they told us to go find you, and bring you back home immediately” piped up Junsu. But why was he smiling like his statement had fixed world hunger or something?
Changmin decided to throw in his two cents, and jabbed a long finger into Jaejoongs cheek, threatening to poke his eye out. “Because of YOU, I get stuck with taking care of the damned GOATS. THE. FREAKING. GOATS. Do I look goat-sociable to you?!?!” the word s ‘goat-sociable’ came with a few extra jabs.
Junsu was drawing circles in the sand. “I wanted to take care of the goats. But no one listens to me”, he said rather pathetically. And Yunho was beyond amused at how no one paid attention to what Junsu just mumbled.
Jaejoong was trying to convince Yoochun that it wasn’t all that bad, and Yoochun was having none of it. He started shepherding the other two into the car, moaning as he tried to get off his butt.
“Your boyfriend sure knows how to throw someone around,” he said, rubiing his thighs as he sat there. Jaejoong blushed at the word ‘boyfriend’, and Yunho felt his brain meltdown. “Let’s go, I’m not taking any of your shit anymore. In the car. Right now. “
How was it ending so easily? After all that drama, Yunho figured he deserved at least some sort of departing kiss or some sort of I-want-to-be-with-him-kind of romantic sap from Jaejoong...or something.
Yunho felt those big brown orbs turn to look back at him, desperation playing in the cloaked shadows of his irises. He wanted to see this boy again...and with as few “interruptions” as possible. And it looked like Jaejoong wanted the same.
Those big brown orbs stared harder into his, searching for some sort of answer. “Do you come here every night?”
“Yeah...I do...” Please say you’ll come again...
Jaejoong smiled, and it was just as bright as the big round moon. “Great. I’ll see you here tomorrow then?”
Yunho wanted to say, sure, want me to bring dinner and a pack of condoms? But decided it probably wasn’t the best thing to say in front of ....umm...family, but even before he could, that annoying Yoochun or whatever, that annoying ChunFace stuck his butt in.
“AW HELL NO. You are NOT getting us screwed over again, just so you can sneak out and hook up with a gorgeous piece of ass, it is NOT happening.” His arms were crossed, and he looked like he would sit that way over Jaejoong while he slept, ate, peed, showered and whatever the hell else.
Maybe if one of us tried puppy eyes....or maybe i should start practicing cutesy faces....could it possibly work...? On another day, Yunho’s face would have flushed pink just at the thought of performing acts of cuteness just to bend another to his will. Oh the embarrassment.
Jaejoong squeezed his eldest cousin’s thigh, a glint of mischief in his eyes, the scariest smile Yunho could have possibly seen on (his) angels face, “Fine, I won’t leave. Then how about he comes over, the two of us have fun, and you can watch.” He threw in a wink to make sure his thoughts went across. Whatever objection Yoochun was about to spit out, fizzled and died in his throat, as he blinked, fiddled with the collar of his sweater, and said “Sounds perfect”
The whole situation felt like 1+1 = 4 to Yunho, and he wasn’t quite sure where that was taking him or whether it was safe or even legal. Jaejoong looked like a happy camper that caught a big fish and celebrated Christmas, new years, his birthday and every other public holiday in one go. Yoochun looked like a pervert. Changmin decided he would skip the gross details and look up methods of silencing goats in nonlethal and unsuspicious ways. Junsu just looked at them all endlessly chanting “What? Watching what? What are we watching?? I don’t get it~”
Of course, no one heard him.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Fluff (it's a first, I know)
Rating: It's fluff. ‘Nuff said.
Summary: a pretty night, the sand under his feet feels gorgeous, and Yunho finds out he's bieng stalked, and Jaejoong was just too pretty for him to handle.
A/N: Inspired by Jamie Foxx's song Fly Love (No I don't prefer his brand of music, it's the OST from Rio...and I just really like the song, and I LOVE the movie, but yeah) Finally my COMEBACK FIC, thats also doubles as a BIRTHDAY FIC for super special/awesome maxism12 . I know I'm horrible, your birthday was over like two weeks ago, but well, the other birthday fics I planned out, just didn't satisfy me, and then you said you wanted Yunjae, and it was just KJBDFIGREFIUHFVUI FKJVKJ GOT ONE, and ...well...yeah :DD I hope you like this. Never written any sort of fluff before, so I have no idea how this turned out. Not bad for my first try, I think. Oh and I am SOOOO proud of myself, this hasnt gone over six pages, MY SHORTEST FIC EVER, YO. Lol, Have fun reading BabyGurrrrl ;D
The sound of waves crashing against the beach, the smell of sea water in the air, the feeling of sand in between his toes - Yunho loved coming here, after his parents fell asleep every night. He loved coming to this beach, with its pale sand. The large, shady palm trees scattered across. What he loved the most was how the whole place glowed when it was bathed in moonlight, the moon hanging bright and big, high up in the clear sky. Just like tonight.
He didn’t come here because he was stressed, or because he saw himself as some sort of sappy romantic. He was just a 17 year old that liked burying his feet in the sand, and conveniently, he lived near a beautiful beach with glittering sand.
He sat on a low flat rock watching the waves wash up and down the shore, when he heard something. Like a shirt being ripped. And then he heard a stream of curses.
Amused, he turned and a saw, just a few metres away, in between a cluster of palm trees, someone tugging his shirt away from the trees, cursing all the while. When he failed to free his shirt from the rough bark, he blindly kicked with sandalled feet....and quite obviously, howled in pain.
With no one else around, Yunho decided to help the poor guy. The boy stopped struggling when he heard the approaching footsteps.
“Need some help?” Yunho asked, reaching out to unhook the thin material from the tree, when the boy whipped in the opposite direction. “Uh...No, thanks, I’m fine...I’m just...ha-ha, leaving right now”. He tried to run and yelped when he heard the shirt rip even further.
“Calm down, it’ll be free in a bit” he grabbed the boys arm, to keep him from running again, and simply pulled the ripped material free from the tree without doing any damage. He pretended he didn’t feel the others boy freeze when Yunho grabbed his arm.
“Uh, thanks....a lot. Bye then.” He tried to run again, but Yunho grabbed the waistline of his pants and pulled him back, laughing when the boy squealed like a girl at the sudden touch.
“Why the rush? It’s ok for you to stay, introduce yourself, and have a little conversa....” Yunho wasn’t hitting on the boy. He was just being casual, he wanted to get to know someone else that came to this beach, at this hour, but the boy turned to look up at him, and Yunho’s words fizzled and died in his throat, and his head was well aware that he sounded like he was flirting.
Fine dark hair, big round eyes, puffy pink lips, and skin that soaked up the moonbeams and glowed with the same radiance. It was unreal. Or Yunho had fallen asleep and this was a bizarre dream, the boy in front of him was Light from Deathnote, and he was a nicer, prettier, and a lot more feminine. Yunho shook his head, and blinked his eyes a few times. Too much Deathnote .
“Your pretty.” He managed to blubber, and immediately regretted it. The boy blushed like a rose, and Yunho wanted to take him home.
“And your honest,” he said, a shy smile taking hold of his features, and Yunho felt like jelly. “I guess I should be honest as well.” He had his hands behind his back, his eyes looked slightly worried. Stop chewing on those lips! Yunho nearly yelled in frustration, vaguely aware of what all this was doing to his libido.
“I was kind of watching you from back there...”
Yunho stared. His head had gone fuzzy a while ago, probably why he couldn’t quite grasp what the boy just said. “...Eh?
The boy let out a rather dramatic sigh of exasperation, “I mean I was stalking you.” He said, giving Yunho a blank look.
“....”
“....Well...??”
“....Eh?”
Yunho could see the pretty boys eye twitch, annoyance flashed over his features, and left so quick, it could have been a trick of the shadows. But apparently this boy had no patience.
“Stalking you. I saw you here yesterday, you looked really good, I wanted to see you again, so I hid in the palm trees to see if the “hot guy in white” would come again, and he’s here, but apparently he isn’t very fast. My name’s Jaejoong by the way, I’d love to know yours once you’ve stopped drooling over my face.” A smug look flashed past his features and disappeared as soon as it came. Again, it could be the shadows playing mind games...or not. The blank look returned. The more Yunho stared, the more intimidating that look got.
Jaejoong. He let the name roll in his mind, though about saying it in different tones, pitches, situations. Aegyo, angry, friendly, stern, disappointed, sad, sexual....Stop. Yunho squeezed his eyes shut keeping all those situations out of his imagination, especially the last one, just once more...Fuck Jaejoong...So TIG-stop StopStopSTOP!! Yunho snapped his eyes wide open, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered the pretty boy give him a weird look and inch away.
He shook his head, snapping himself out of his self imposed trance; earning more weird looks. Great now he thinks it was a waste stalking me, cause I just made myself look like a creep. Brilliant way to score. And then... He’s still standing here isn’t he? There is still hope for your pants, Yunho boy!
“I’m Yunho. Jung Yunho. And sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his head, flashing Jaejoong a full, dazzling smile, his eyes disappearing just a little. If it unknowingly(to him) worked on the girls, it had to work on this boy too.
Jaejoongs cheeks turned a fresh hue of pink, his eyes widened, just a fraction, and his jaw went just a little slack...almost as if he was entrance. So the smile really works, huh? He felt the smug feeling of accomplishment swell in his gut, but fought it off his features. Play it cool, play it cool...And then Jaejoongs features were wiped off all expression again, that cold , intimidating look back in place. Yunho smiled again, and with a gesture towards where he was seated before, he asked Jaejoong if he wanted to stay and talk for a while, “You know, like, get to know each other?” Another smile, with a touch of hope in his voice. Say yes, say yes, say...yes?
Jaejoong smiled a real smile for the first time that night, puffy lips stretching into a more-than-just-beautiful smile. Yunho felt his heart stop, his mouth run dry, like there was something stuck in his throat. Pretty Angel from the Moon. He realised just how corny that sounded in his head, but he was too busy trying to stop himself from drooling again. Jaejoongs smile stayed in place, a slightly shy look passing over his face, the expression staying for longer.
“I know Yunho,” he said, giggling at his own little joke, and Yunho’s face was on fire. He would curse his parents for giving him a pun-inducing name later, he was too caught up right now. The moonlight, the sound of the waves, the cool sand under his feet, Jaejoongs smile, his eyes, his hair, his scent....it was all fucking with his mind right now. It was all just so... ethereal.
“I’m going to change my mind, say no, and walk away, if you keep staring at me like that,” he said, with the same smile, chewing on his bottom lip again, his fingers fiddling with the torn hem of his shirt. Oh god, he has dimples...
Yunho snapped out of it again, “Sorry,” he laughed, and as gently and passively as possible, he linked their fingers together, tugging slightly to walk the pretty boy to the flat rocks. Those fingers wire softer than any he’s ever felt. Too good to be true, too god to be true, too good to be FUCKING true...
He wanted to test things to see if those lips were as plush as they looked, he wanted to touch that body, just to know if his skin was as smooth as he thought it to be, he wanted that soft melodic voice to call out his name in more ways that just one. He wanted to own this boy, he wanted to wrap his arms around other and never let go. He wanted to keep him safe and shielded from everything. As cheesy as it sounded, he thought of himself as Jaejoong’s knight in shining armour.
The deities above probably wanted to test just how much of a protective knight he could be, because right at that moment, a small car came flying at them, making a sharp turn as it went around the two, spraying sand everywhere. They coughed, and rubbed their eyes, the sand was everywhere. Yunho felt himself itch, his eyes burned, the sand in the air had turned into a temporary shroud, and Jaejoong wasn’t beside him anymore. He heard cries of objection, the sound of feet being dragged against the sand.
“NO, NO, LET ME GO!!! LET GO YOU BASTARD!! YOU ARE NOT TAKING ME ANYWHERE!!!”
The words sunk in and realisation sparked, and he was blindly sprinting in the direction of Jaejoong’s voice. His sight cleared enough to see a boy that looked about his own age in a black v-neck sweater, dark pants, and a dark beanie, pushing Jaejoong into the waiting arms of someone else in the backseat. Or it could have easily been two people, he couldn’t quite tell.
Through his bleary eyesight he managed to lunge at the boy just as he was getting into the driver’s seat, pulling him well away from the car, flinging him two feet away. E was on the other in less than seconds, throwing punches at his head. Whoever this kid was he was pretty good. He had managed to dodge almost all the punches, but didn’t expect a knee to his chest. He gasped for air, and Yunho punched his face, his fist meeting smooth skin, almost the same as Jaejoong’s. The boy’s head snapped back, his cheek turning red quickly, anger blazed in his eyes.
“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!?!”
Yunho punched him again, and pretended that he hadn’t noticed that this boy was rather good looking. Very VERY good looking. He grabbed the boy’s collar and growled in his face “Rule number one of kidnapping dipshit, tint your windows, and get more people to help you, and DONT drive around in a Volkswagen beetle that looks like it belongs to your mother.” Yunho pulled his fist back for another punch when two things happened: Yoochun said “But it IS my mom’s fucking car”, and someone fell on his punching arm, bringing it down. Yunho was ready to take both these bastards heads off for trying to kidnap his ‘new found love’, when he saw the body clinging to his arm was...Jaejoong.
The elder boy got off his arm, and flung his arms around the beanie-topped boy, looking up at Yunho with big round scared eyes. “Don’t hurt him; I swear it’s not what it looks like”
Yunho could feel every neuron in his brain trying to achieve some sort of comprehension....and it was failing. He felt a foot against his chest, and he was pushed onto his back, off his knees. Oh yeah, he had been unknowingly straddling the unknown boy. When he looked back up, he saw the unknown boy dust his sweater off of sand, and Jaejoong was running his hands over the boys face checking for damages. Just then a 2 pairs of arms and legs each crashed into Jaejoong and the boy, sending more sand spiralling away into the night sky. A boy with a soft yet oddly squeaky voice was yelling about how scary everything was and it felt like ninjas would jump out from behind the palm trees any second. And the third boy, the youngest of them all, just sat there, staring at Yunho....staring....staring....staring so hard...
Yunho felt his body shudder with Goosebumps. He stood up, shaking himself, and regardless of how he felt about Jaejoong, or the unnecessary interference of the three boys, he was
perplexed, and that’s what mattered the most, right now. So he demanded an explanation.
“Well,” Jaejoong spoke, “Junsu is my younger brother, and Yoochun and Changmin are cousins."
Junsu was the kid with the odd squeak in his voice. Yoochun was the kid he nearly killed, and Changmin was the creepy one that wouldn’t stop staring at him. Yunho felt another involuntary shudder run through his spine and dismissed it as the night chill.
“We’re all on vacation for some big family reunion”, Jaejoong smiled, and Yunho forgot about the confusion for a second. That second got cut down to a fraction when Yoochun whacked Jaejoong’s head, “Yeah and now because of you this vacation involves being stuck indoors, cleaning the entire farm house, and whatever sick chores those creepy aunts of ours can find.” The animosity in Yoochuns glare made Yunho sit back down with his legs crossed. This was going to be....interesting(?)
Jaejoong rubbed his head getting annoyed now. Honestly, this bitch isn’t even grateful that he had been saved from the beating of his life, Jaejoong thought. “What are you talking about?”
“You snuck out. They came in, and figured you’d run off somewhere, “ wow, Yoochuns eye was twitching as well. “and we got stuck with a lifetime of punishments ‘cause we’re “all family and are supposed to know you well enough to stop you in the right way” “, he threw in finger quotations and a mock voice for the last bit, scrunching up his face in mock anger.
“Yeah, and then they told us to go find you, and bring you back home immediately” piped up Junsu. But why was he smiling like his statement had fixed world hunger or something?
Changmin decided to throw in his two cents, and jabbed a long finger into Jaejoongs cheek, threatening to poke his eye out. “Because of YOU, I get stuck with taking care of the damned GOATS. THE. FREAKING. GOATS. Do I look goat-sociable to you?!?!” the word s ‘goat-sociable’ came with a few extra jabs.
Junsu was drawing circles in the sand. “I wanted to take care of the goats. But no one listens to me”, he said rather pathetically. And Yunho was beyond amused at how no one paid attention to what Junsu just mumbled.
Jaejoong was trying to convince Yoochun that it wasn’t all that bad, and Yoochun was having none of it. He started shepherding the other two into the car, moaning as he tried to get off his butt.
“Your boyfriend sure knows how to throw someone around,” he said, rubiing his thighs as he sat there. Jaejoong blushed at the word ‘boyfriend’, and Yunho felt his brain meltdown. “Let’s go, I’m not taking any of your shit anymore. In the car. Right now. “
How was it ending so easily? After all that drama, Yunho figured he deserved at least some sort of departing kiss or some sort of I-want-to-be-with-him-kind of romantic sap from Jaejoong...or something.
Yunho felt those big brown orbs turn to look back at him, desperation playing in the cloaked shadows of his irises. He wanted to see this boy again...and with as few “interruptions” as possible. And it looked like Jaejoong wanted the same.
Those big brown orbs stared harder into his, searching for some sort of answer. “Do you come here every night?”
“Yeah...I do...” Please say you’ll come again...
Jaejoong smiled, and it was just as bright as the big round moon. “Great. I’ll see you here tomorrow then?”
Yunho wanted to say, sure, want me to bring dinner and a pack of condoms? But decided it probably wasn’t the best thing to say in front of ....umm...family, but even before he could, that annoying Yoochun or whatever, that annoying ChunFace stuck his butt in.
“AW HELL NO. You are NOT getting us screwed over again, just so you can sneak out and hook up with a gorgeous piece of ass, it is NOT happening.” His arms were crossed, and he looked like he would sit that way over Jaejoong while he slept, ate, peed, showered and whatever the hell else.
Maybe if one of us tried puppy eyes....or maybe i should start practicing cutesy faces....could it possibly work...? On another day, Yunho’s face would have flushed pink just at the thought of performing acts of cuteness just to bend another to his will. Oh the embarrassment.
Jaejoong squeezed his eldest cousin’s thigh, a glint of mischief in his eyes, the scariest smile Yunho could have possibly seen on (his) angels face, “Fine, I won’t leave. Then how about he comes over, the two of us have fun, and you can watch.” He threw in a wink to make sure his thoughts went across. Whatever objection Yoochun was about to spit out, fizzled and died in his throat, as he blinked, fiddled with the collar of his sweater, and said “Sounds perfect”
The whole situation felt like 1+1 = 4 to Yunho, and he wasn’t quite sure where that was taking him or whether it was safe or even legal. Jaejoong looked like a happy camper that caught a big fish and celebrated Christmas, new years, his birthday and every other public holiday in one go. Yoochun looked like a pervert. Changmin decided he would skip the gross details and look up methods of silencing goats in nonlethal and unsuspicious ways. Junsu just looked at them all endlessly chanting “What? Watching what? What are we watching?? I don’t get it~”
Of course, no one heard him.