Owning Mr. Jung
Title: Owning Mr. Jung
Author: JaeYun-Shii
Length: One-shot
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own the Yunho or Jaejoong. I only own the plot.
Summary: Jealous Jaejoong is not a happy Jaejoong. And our leader has to remedy that.
A/N: This one shot is dedicated to my unnie
jun_4_ever who celebrated her birthday last Febuary 19. ^^ This is for you unnie! ♥♥♥ I’m sorry that it’s super late! ^^;
Owning Mr. Jung
Jaejoong looked murderous as he stared at the little T.V. that showed what was going on stage that night in their Mirotic Concert. The eldest was in the band's private dressing room; supposedly getting a change of clothes, that was until he saw this playing on screen. He glared as his "supposed" lover fraternized with that bimbo of a back up dancer.
'How dare she prance around his Yunho like that?!' Jaejoong thought his hands forming into tight strong fists. Oooh! He just wanted to rip and tear something apart! And that little bitch's face would be perfect for is already shaking hands! ‘Just you wait Jung Yunho! When I get my hands on your little face I'll-' his rant was abruptly interrupted by a gentle hand on his shoulder. It only took a glance at the slightly tanned hand for Jaejoong to know who it was.
"Yoochun..." Jaejoong acknowledged with a nod, but refused to look away from the sickly scene that was playing on the little T.V. screen.
"Hyung its just work..." Came the deep voice of Yoochun. It was clear to the eldest that his best friend came over to try to pacify him and to save Yunho from the sure ass whipping that the leader would surely experience after the show tonight. 'Ha! As if I really would let Yunho off the hook that easily!' Jaejoong remarked snidely. "I'm trying to," he replied shortly, his teeth gritting. "But my blood won't stop boiling..."
He heard Yoochun sigh, a deep sigh. “I know how you feel hyung but this is not the right time to let your temper loose. It's OUR night remember?" the younger man reminded, trying to get through the lead singer's jealous hazed brain. "And besides Yunho hyung doesn’t look at anyone aside from you." Yoochun added with a smile.
However what Yoochun said flowed into deaf ears because now Jaejoong was never been so engrossed in a performance than he is now. He looked and looked as the disgusting woman, almost trailed his hand over Yunho's ass and then Yunho moving so erotically sexy around her that Jaejoong just wanted to castrate the man right there and then! "How could Yunho act in this-this-" He can’t even finish the sentence, not finding a good adjective to describe how his boy friend was acting.
"Hyung..." Yoochun said exasperated. "Are you even listening to a word I said?" the man inquired, shaking his hyung's shoulder gently. But Jaejoong ignored him, and re-started his ranting, "I mean come on! Yunho is the fuckin leader of this group! How could management allow him to be seen in this obscene kind of way? This will drive the fans into pure fits of jealousy and I along with them dammit! How could they be so... so inconsiderate?!"
As Jaejoong went on and on about how careless the management was, Changmin and Junsu joined Yoochun behind their distressed band mate. Junsu looked at Yoochun with questioning eyes, the elder only shrugged, detaching his hand from Jaejoong's shoulder and gestured towards the edge of the little T.V. that Jaejoong was blocking. "Is this about Yunho hyung performance?" Changmin asked quietly, with knowing eyes. "Yeah it is." Yoochun answered in affirmative, rolling his eyes as he noted a tiny smirk blossoming on the youngest lips. He never understood why Changmin enjoyed the rows between Yunho and Jaejoong. Usually Junsu and himself would always duck for cover every time the two eldest members fight due to Jaejoong throwing stuff (He even throws knives sometimes!) at Yunho and Yunho yelling so loud that it could cause one's ear drums to pop.
Just then Jaejoong gave out a shriek. "HOW COULD THE BITCH KISS YUNHO?!" he yelled, stomping his feet and punching the wall beside the T.V. "How could Yunho...ARGH!"
"Jung Yunho is so dead..." Changmin snickered, excitement filling his insides.
~*~
"Jaejoongie?" Yunho called as the group piled into their private van. The concert was a success and everyone was in their own private high aside from a moody looking Jaejoong, whose attitude turned for the worse just right after the show. “Jaejoong come sit by me.” Yunho called again moving over to make room for his boo, a smile gracing his lips. Jaejoong merely pouted at him and slumped heavily beside him.
“Jaejoong ah what’s wrong?” Yunho asked, poking the side of his lover’s pale face playfully. “Don’t touch me with that hand.” Jaejoong said, not looking at him.
Yunho frowned, “What’s with the attitude Jaejoong?”
“Shut up don’t talk to me.” Jaejoong snapped, curling his legs up against his chest and leaning his forehead against the tainted window.
But Yunho being the persistent person the he is, moved closer to Jaejoong until he was practically leaning and breathing his hot breath against the other’s pale neck. He knew that Jaejoong was sulking and he wanted to know why. “Boo…” Yunho whispered, “Tell me what’s wrong Boo…”
“You figure it out for yourself Jung.” Jaejoong answered. And trying to figure it out is what Yunho did. He thought and thought, racking his tiered brain for any instances or situations that he may have hurt or offended his boo. They were fine in the concert’s closure, his boo even smiled his beautiful smile and at him and talked to him and they were even chasing each other around on stage sometime before so what…‘What is it? I don’t remember anythi-…oh…’ Yunho felt himself smirk as he finally remembered what could have caused his boo’s moodiness.
“Jaejoong ah…by any chance…were you watching my performance?” Yunho asked, his once exhausted eyes turning into mischievous ones. The eldest huffed, “So what if I watched? What’s it to you Jung?” Jaejoong said gruffly. Yunho can practically visualize the lovely pout that was definitely taking its form on his lover’s lips. And his Jaejoongie calling him by his surname was just so endearing!
“Is my BooJae jealous?” Yunho murmured, finally asking the bombshell question.
“HA! That’s an understatement hyung!” Changmin yelled from up front.
“Shut up Changmin! And stop eavesdropping on other peoples conversations!” Jaejoong reprimanded, his pale face turning a bright shade of crimson. “So what if I am?” he countered, finally looking at Yunho with a glare.
“It’s cute Jaejoongie.” Yunho answered, wrapping his arm around the slightly smaller man’s waist, pulling Jaejoong (who surprisingly went willingly) and plopping the said man comfortably on his lap
“When I’m done pulverizing your face we’ll see who’s the cute Jung.” Jaejoong said darkly. “Awww…Boo…” Yunho cooed, nuzzling his nose against Jaejoong’s neck. “You know that I only love you right?”
“Well I didn’t feel it when you started to dance disgustingly with that hoe bag of a back up dancer.” Jaejoong pouted more, his eye brows furrowing.
Sighing, Yunho placed his hand under Jaejoong’s chin and making his lover look at him. “Jaejoong ah you are the only one for me…” he started, looking deeply into his lover’s chocolaty orbs. “And I thought you knew that. Haven’t I proved myself over and over again to be worthy of your faith and trust?”
Jaejoong looked away, feeling his heart contract painfully, “I know you do Yunho yah…but I-I can’t help it! I want you to look at me and only at me and no one else!” he cried feeling tears of frustration fogging his eyes and he tried desperately to bat them away. Yunho smiled, leaning over and kissing Jaejoong gently on the lips. “You are the one for me Kim Jaejoong…” he said, putting a stray lock of dark brown hair behind Jaejoong’s ear. “What I do on stage is just an act. An act and nothing else in between.”
“I love you Jaejoong ah” he whispered lovingly, pulling his lover deeper into his embrace. “And no one can take your place in my eyes or in my heart.”
Sniffling Jaejoong nodded his head and then abruptly crushed his lips into Yunho’s, trying to find some assurance of which Yunho openly gave him. With every caress of the leader’s tongue against his, Jaejoong felt that Yunho really was his and no one else’s. He groaned in satisfaction.
When they pulled away Yunho smirked, “You do know that you exclusively own this Mr. Jung right?” he growled in a teasing husky voice.
“Damn straight I do!” Jaejoong purred, lowering his head again for another round of hot and heady kisses from his Mr. Jung.
Somewhere in the front seats one can hear two sighs of relief and one sigh of disappointment.
~*~
So sorry if this fic looks a tad bit rushed…I needed to start on my other fic so yeah…anyway…comments anyone? ^^
MSG To My Junnie Unnie: Unnie I’m so sorry if this wasn’t the smut fic that you wanted. I just can’t think of a good smut starter but I’ll make it up to you in Playing House ok? I love you Unnie!!! ^^
Author: JaeYun-Shii
Length: One-shot
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own the Yunho or Jaejoong. I only own the plot.
Summary: Jealous Jaejoong is not a happy Jaejoong. And our leader has to remedy that.
A/N: This one shot is dedicated to my unnie
jun_4_ever who celebrated her birthday last Febuary 19. ^^ This is for you unnie! ♥♥♥ I’m sorry that it’s super late! ^^;
Owning Mr. Jung
Jaejoong looked murderous as he stared at the little T.V. that showed what was going on stage that night in their Mirotic Concert. The eldest was in the band's private dressing room; supposedly getting a change of clothes, that was until he saw this playing on screen. He glared as his "supposed" lover fraternized with that bimbo of a back up dancer.
'How dare she prance around his Yunho like that?!' Jaejoong thought his hands forming into tight strong fists. Oooh! He just wanted to rip and tear something apart! And that little bitch's face would be perfect for is already shaking hands! ‘Just you wait Jung Yunho! When I get my hands on your little face I'll-' his rant was abruptly interrupted by a gentle hand on his shoulder. It only took a glance at the slightly tanned hand for Jaejoong to know who it was.
"Yoochun..." Jaejoong acknowledged with a nod, but refused to look away from the sickly scene that was playing on the little T.V. screen.
"Hyung its just work..." Came the deep voice of Yoochun. It was clear to the eldest that his best friend came over to try to pacify him and to save Yunho from the sure ass whipping that the leader would surely experience after the show tonight. 'Ha! As if I really would let Yunho off the hook that easily!' Jaejoong remarked snidely. "I'm trying to," he replied shortly, his teeth gritting. "But my blood won't stop boiling..."
He heard Yoochun sigh, a deep sigh. “I know how you feel hyung but this is not the right time to let your temper loose. It's OUR night remember?" the younger man reminded, trying to get through the lead singer's jealous hazed brain. "And besides Yunho hyung doesn’t look at anyone aside from you." Yoochun added with a smile.
However what Yoochun said flowed into deaf ears because now Jaejoong was never been so engrossed in a performance than he is now. He looked and looked as the disgusting woman, almost trailed his hand over Yunho's ass and then Yunho moving so erotically sexy around her that Jaejoong just wanted to castrate the man right there and then! "How could Yunho act in this-this-" He can’t even finish the sentence, not finding a good adjective to describe how his boy friend was acting.
"Hyung..." Yoochun said exasperated. "Are you even listening to a word I said?" the man inquired, shaking his hyung's shoulder gently. But Jaejoong ignored him, and re-started his ranting, "I mean come on! Yunho is the fuckin leader of this group! How could management allow him to be seen in this obscene kind of way? This will drive the fans into pure fits of jealousy and I along with them dammit! How could they be so... so inconsiderate?!"
As Jaejoong went on and on about how careless the management was, Changmin and Junsu joined Yoochun behind their distressed band mate. Junsu looked at Yoochun with questioning eyes, the elder only shrugged, detaching his hand from Jaejoong's shoulder and gestured towards the edge of the little T.V. that Jaejoong was blocking. "Is this about Yunho hyung performance?" Changmin asked quietly, with knowing eyes. "Yeah it is." Yoochun answered in affirmative, rolling his eyes as he noted a tiny smirk blossoming on the youngest lips. He never understood why Changmin enjoyed the rows between Yunho and Jaejoong. Usually Junsu and himself would always duck for cover every time the two eldest members fight due to Jaejoong throwing stuff (He even throws knives sometimes!) at Yunho and Yunho yelling so loud that it could cause one's ear drums to pop.
Just then Jaejoong gave out a shriek. "HOW COULD THE BITCH KISS YUNHO?!" he yelled, stomping his feet and punching the wall beside the T.V. "How could Yunho...ARGH!"
"Jung Yunho is so dead..." Changmin snickered, excitement filling his insides.
~*~
"Jaejoongie?" Yunho called as the group piled into their private van. The concert was a success and everyone was in their own private high aside from a moody looking Jaejoong, whose attitude turned for the worse just right after the show. “Jaejoong come sit by me.” Yunho called again moving over to make room for his boo, a smile gracing his lips. Jaejoong merely pouted at him and slumped heavily beside him.
“Jaejoong ah what’s wrong?” Yunho asked, poking the side of his lover’s pale face playfully. “Don’t touch me with that hand.” Jaejoong said, not looking at him.
Yunho frowned, “What’s with the attitude Jaejoong?”
“Shut up don’t talk to me.” Jaejoong snapped, curling his legs up against his chest and leaning his forehead against the tainted window.
But Yunho being the persistent person the he is, moved closer to Jaejoong until he was practically leaning and breathing his hot breath against the other’s pale neck. He knew that Jaejoong was sulking and he wanted to know why. “Boo…” Yunho whispered, “Tell me what’s wrong Boo…”
“You figure it out for yourself Jung.” Jaejoong answered. And trying to figure it out is what Yunho did. He thought and thought, racking his tiered brain for any instances or situations that he may have hurt or offended his boo. They were fine in the concert’s closure, his boo even smiled his beautiful smile and at him and talked to him and they were even chasing each other around on stage sometime before so what…‘What is it? I don’t remember anythi-…oh…’ Yunho felt himself smirk as he finally remembered what could have caused his boo’s moodiness.
“Jaejoong ah…by any chance…were you watching my performance?” Yunho asked, his once exhausted eyes turning into mischievous ones. The eldest huffed, “So what if I watched? What’s it to you Jung?” Jaejoong said gruffly. Yunho can practically visualize the lovely pout that was definitely taking its form on his lover’s lips. And his Jaejoongie calling him by his surname was just so endearing!
“Is my BooJae jealous?” Yunho murmured, finally asking the bombshell question.
“HA! That’s an understatement hyung!” Changmin yelled from up front.
“Shut up Changmin! And stop eavesdropping on other peoples conversations!” Jaejoong reprimanded, his pale face turning a bright shade of crimson. “So what if I am?” he countered, finally looking at Yunho with a glare.
“It’s cute Jaejoongie.” Yunho answered, wrapping his arm around the slightly smaller man’s waist, pulling Jaejoong (who surprisingly went willingly) and plopping the said man comfortably on his lap
“When I’m done pulverizing your face we’ll see who’s the cute Jung.” Jaejoong said darkly. “Awww…Boo…” Yunho cooed, nuzzling his nose against Jaejoong’s neck. “You know that I only love you right?”
“Well I didn’t feel it when you started to dance disgustingly with that hoe bag of a back up dancer.” Jaejoong pouted more, his eye brows furrowing.
Sighing, Yunho placed his hand under Jaejoong’s chin and making his lover look at him. “Jaejoong ah you are the only one for me…” he started, looking deeply into his lover’s chocolaty orbs. “And I thought you knew that. Haven’t I proved myself over and over again to be worthy of your faith and trust?”
Jaejoong looked away, feeling his heart contract painfully, “I know you do Yunho yah…but I-I can’t help it! I want you to look at me and only at me and no one else!” he cried feeling tears of frustration fogging his eyes and he tried desperately to bat them away. Yunho smiled, leaning over and kissing Jaejoong gently on the lips. “You are the one for me Kim Jaejoong…” he said, putting a stray lock of dark brown hair behind Jaejoong’s ear. “What I do on stage is just an act. An act and nothing else in between.”
“I love you Jaejoong ah” he whispered lovingly, pulling his lover deeper into his embrace. “And no one can take your place in my eyes or in my heart.”
Sniffling Jaejoong nodded his head and then abruptly crushed his lips into Yunho’s, trying to find some assurance of which Yunho openly gave him. With every caress of the leader’s tongue against his, Jaejoong felt that Yunho really was his and no one else’s. He groaned in satisfaction.
When they pulled away Yunho smirked, “You do know that you exclusively own this Mr. Jung right?” he growled in a teasing husky voice.
“Damn straight I do!” Jaejoong purred, lowering his head again for another round of hot and heady kisses from his Mr. Jung.
Somewhere in the front seats one can hear two sighs of relief and one sigh of disappointment.
~*~
So sorry if this fic looks a tad bit rushed…I needed to start on my other fic so yeah…anyway…comments anyone? ^^
MSG To My Junnie Unnie: Unnie I’m so sorry if this wasn’t the smut fic that you wanted. I just can’t think of a good smut starter but I’ll make it up to you in Playing House ok? I love you Unnie!!! ^^