Our Own Brand of Paradise - Chapter 6 Part A
Title: Our Own Brand of Paradise
Pairings: YunJae, YooSu, YooSuMin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, angst, mention of some really recent news (just in case you don't like it? I don't know why I'm warning.)
A/N: Finally broke 100 MS Word pages with this one :D Grand total of 115 pages, 62825 or so words in the whole thing. Am I in the big leagues yet? :D If you decide to read it, and have to start from the beginning, please don't wear yourself out! I'm worried about the people who read it in one go. ♥ Be careful~ ♥ I'm scared you might overload yourself on my fic or something. XD Also, Junsu's mention of recent news is due to my assuming that he would know before we, the fans, would, and he would have been notified before the others anyway, I would think. It isn't quite something where they tell you one day, "Hey, guess what you're doing this weekend." 0.o
Summary: JaeChunSu are busy in LA. Yunho and Changmin are busy preparing for the SMTown concerts among other things. A phone call from Yunho to Jaejoong's phone answered by Yoochun initiates a week that the five of them will never forget.
( Prologue ) ( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3) ( Chapter 4 ) ( Chapter 5 Part A ) ( “Chapter 5 Part B )
Chapter 6 Part A
Life couldn’t get any better.
Well, Junsu reasoned, maybe it could get better. If he could share his news with someone, maybe, that would be better. Instead, here he was laying in bed, phone now back on the pillow next to him, Yoochun on the other side and Changmin on the other side of him. Yoochun mumbled something in his sleep and reached out blindly, nearly poking Junsu in the eye. He dodged and put his hand in Yoochun’s grasp, smiling as the elder pulled it to himself, nuzzling against it. Finally impatient and sure that he was the only one awake in the apartment, Junsu leaned in next to Yoochun’s ear.
“Chunnie, wake up.”
“Nnn…” The pianist was never a really heavy sleeper, but he was always annoyed when he was woken up. The hand under his face stroked his cheek softly and he blinked his eyes open slowly. “Su? I’m tired. No more.”
“No, Chunnie, that’s not it.”
The look he got was threatening. “What is it, then? I was having a great dream-”
“I just got a phone call.”
“Was it my mom? I asked her to stop calling so late at night at home, with the three hour difference she was staying up so late-”
“I’m going to be doing a solo concert.”
Yoochun’s eyes flew open. He almost sat up, but Changmin’s arms tightened around his waist, a deep mumble murmured into his neck. The maknae moved closer, spooning Yoochun about as closely as he could. The purr from the pianists mouth made Junsu’s smile grow even bigger.
“Are you serious, Su? You aren’t kidding?”
“Why would I make that up?”
“Oh, baby, I’m so proud of you! Come here so I can kiss you.”
Junsu rolled his eyes but leaned in anyway. “Chun, you sound like my mother.”
“Don’t bring your mother into our bed.”
“Ew, that’s creepy.” Changmin’s gravelly voice broke them apart, a hand coming up to brush Yoochun’s nipple and pull a gasp from his throat. “Please, no moms in the bedroom.”
“Minnie! Guess what happened?!”
“Ugh, does your brain work this early?” Changmin buried his face in Yoochun’s back. “You’re so loud.”
Yoochun laughed. “It’s good news, Min, Su has a right to be excited.”
“I’m going to have a solo concert!”
Changmin shot up, eyes wide. “Are you serious?!”
Junsu sighed. “Why does everyone assume I’m lying?!”
“No one said you were lying, baby.” Yoochun cooed, finally free and able to move closer to Junsu’s body. “It’s just so sudden. Who called?”
“He’s a Grammy-award winning composer guy. Or something. He’s watched our performances - all five of us - and he wants to go over some musical numbers from Mozart and things like that. I don’t really know the details yet. But I’m so excited!”
Yoochun didn’t miss the flash of emotion on Changmin’s face. There was a hint of jealousy and worry. This could be just another thing pulling them apart. Junsu’s solo career was becoming more successful by the day, JYJ having news about releases left and right, and Changmin and Yunho were being left a bit in the dark. The dancer was blinded by his excitement - and was hurting Changmin bit by bit, tearing the tougher layers off as he went. A tender hand came onto Junsu’s arm as Yoochun nuzzled into his neck.
“I need to talk to you later.” Feeling Junsu tense, he sighed. “I’m not breaking up with you.”
“Oh. Okay then.”
“What are you whispering about?”
Yoochun pulled away and smiled. “Don’t worry about that, Minnie-ah. What do you guys say we go make breakfast for Jae and Yunho-yah? They’re probably really tired.”
Junsu snickered. “Yeah, Joongie-ah obviously hadn’t been tied to a headboard before.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing, Chun.”
“Why can’t we just eat in here?” The question was innocent, but the look in Changmin’s eyes sent goosebumps up the elders’ spines. He crawled over to Yoochun and forced him down to the bed. “I’m not quite hungry for food.”
“Down, boy.” Junsu growled. “Morning sex after last night is a no-go. You can’t have Chunnie this morning. Once his mind fully wakes up he’s going to be sore and a little angry.” He leaned over Changmin, pressing into his back and nuzzling his ear to whisper into it. “If you wait for the angry sex, it’s way better.”
Yoochun’s arm came up to slap half-heartedly at Junsu’s still naked chest. “I can hear you, you know.”
“Then you would agree?”
“This is the part where I would usually pull you in close to me by the collar of your shirt, kiss you senseless, and tell you that you can’t have me because you said that you want to wait until you get angry sex out of me.”
Changmin laughed when Junsu’s expression fell. “Busted.”
---
The feel of cotton against my face when I woke up was comforting, the softness perfect as I was pulled from my dream. It was a perfect morning. It was obvious even in the darkness of my eyelids. The morning was peaceful, calm, no clangs or screams had woken me up. I sighed, a deep breath of air to fill my lungs and then empty them again before I finally opened my eyes.
Yunho was watching me, eyes bright with amusement as I yawned a second time. The sheets were cold, and his arms welcomed me as I moved in closer to warm up. “Good morning, Yunnie.”
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“I did.” I nuzzled into the dip of his neck, my head fitting perfectly in the space there. “How long were you watching me?”
“Maybe an hour. I’m not sure. Time flies when you’re staring at something amazing.”
“Sweet talk in the morning is much appreciated.”
“Sweet talk? Baby, I’m just telling the truth.” I hummed in sleepy amusement as his fingers closed around my wrist, pulling it up to examine it. “How’s it feel?”
“A little sore.” There was a sudden sting as he ripped the bandage off. I winced and shut my eyes. “What was that for?!”
“I have to add more antiseptic, just to make sure. Don’t fight me, please.” Yunho’s voice was firm, grip strong. I groaned in annoyance.
“There goes my perfect morning.”
“Don’t say that. I’m determined to make it the best morning you ever have.” I laughed against his skin. He smelled like faded cologne and sweat and sleep and everything that he was. I jumped as the cold antiseptic hit the cut on my wrist, a mix of the sting and the sheer cold shocking me just enough. “Sorry, babe.”
“It’s fine.” I pulled my face back and smiled at him despite the sting. “Your skin is a little darker. Have you been tanning?”
Yunho laughed. “6 days now and you’ve just noticed?”
“Tanning is bad for you. It’s all over the news.”
“Baby, I had to do it. What else would Minnie-ah and I do in Okinawa? Not to mention Thailand. We’d be in the sun all day. It’s just once, I promise.”
“Oh.” That’s right. Day 6... They would be leaving tomorrow. “What time does your flight leave?”
Yunho’s whole body tensed. He had wanted to avoid the topic, push it to the back of his mind. There was no answer as he turned to grab a new bandage. The press was a little firmer than it needed to be, and his arms enveloped me immediately after he threw the wrapper in the small wastebasket between the bed and the nightstand. We stayed like that for a while, all silence and emotions and no words. I had pulled the cover off of the elephant in the room, and Yunho was trying desperately to tie it back on.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
The mumble was soft, almost unintelligible at the breathy volume. The hold tightened, drawing me closer to his skin. His body shook a little, and I tried to pull back to look at him, but he held me tight. At a loss for what to do, I stroked the arm that I could reach.
“Yunho-yah, there’s no need to cry. I’m not going anywhere.”
“It’s falling apart, Jae. What if we don’t come back? As five, what if we don’t come back?”
“We’ll come back, Yunnie. I know we will. There’s a comeback stage waiting for us back home, ready to be filled with our voices and an ocean of red. It might be a little while coming, but we’re going to have it. Yoochun’s already been shooting a drama back home. We haven’t been exiled from the country.”
“I’m not even allowed to visit him. Management said no.”
Yunho still hadn’t stopped shaking with the force of silent sobs. His body was unaccustomed to crying - the times that even I had seen him cry could be counted on one hand easily. No matter what award we won, he only cried… maybe twice. Maybe. “Yunho, it’ll be okay.”
“Jae, baby, I haven’t smiled as much in months as I have in the week that we’ve been here.”
“No need to say goodbye yet, Yunho-yah.”
“Sorry.” His grip loosened, and I pulled back to wipe the tears from his eyes. I shook my head. “No need to apologize. Sometimes it’s nice to see how you actually feel about something. You’re always an unemotional rock while I’m an emotional wreck.”
There it was. Yunho cracked a smile and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Jaejoong.”
“A lot of the time, I wonder the same thing.” Something distracted me suddenly, a catch in my senses. Was that… food? I sniffed the air. Sure enough, chocolate. Maybe some salt, butter…
“Jae?”
“Do you smell that?”
“Smell what?” Yunho’s face blanched. “We really should take a shower…”
“No, not that!” I slapped his shoulder playfully. “Food! Someone’s actually making edible food! And it isn’t me!”
“You aren’t going to kill them?”
“As long as they don’t ruin anything, I’m fine with it.” I moved up and kissed Yunho sweetly on the mouth, nearly purring as his hands came up to cup my face and tilt my head for a better angle. The contact was slow but heated, a yearning that was only going to get worse as the hours ticked on. There was a light knock on the door and I exhaled exasperatedly through my nose, Yunho pulling away to laugh quietly. He pulled me into his chest and stroked my hair. “Pretend we’re asleep. We haven’t made enough noise to alert anyone.”
I heard the door click open and the smell of food rushed in.
“Are they awake?”
“I dunno. Minnie-ah, go look.”
“You go look!”
“Shhh!!” I bit back a laugh as Junsu and Yoochun tried to shush Changmin quietly and failed, disguising it by nuzzling into Yunho’s chest with a sleepy moan.
“Oh. Do you think we came in at a bad time?”
“What makes you think that?”
“Joongie-ah just… you didn’t hear that? It was really erotic.”
“Junsu, shut up.”
“Who’s going to wake them up? The food’ll get cold.”
“Min, you do it. You’re the baby. Jae won’t kill you.”
“Are you kidding? I’m scared of him! I used his cooking ware after he told me to stay out of the kitchen.”
“Just jump on the bed and look really cute and call them mommy and daddy and you’ll be fine.”
“Su, I’m seriously going to kill you.”
“Oh, are you getting angry?”
“I’ll admit that I’m annoyed.”
“See, Min, it works.”
Yunho’s muscles tightened under my hands as he stretched and yawned, feigning sleepiness. A hand rubbed my shoulder lightly, and I groaned in defiance. “Go away, I want to sleep.”
“Jae, baby, the others brought us breakfast in bed.”
“That sounds a bit euphemistic.” I cracked an eye open only to wink at him and shut it again. He shook me lightly and sat up, forcing me to fall off of him. “Fine. I’m awake.”
I sat up, stretched, and yawned before I finally looked at the other three. Yoochun was carrying a tray with chocolate chip pancakes, well-cooked hash browns, and eggs. Junsu was carrying two glasses of water and beamed with pride as I gaped at them. Changmin mistook my expression for a death threat and hid behind Yoochun.
“It was his fault! I didn’t do it!”
“Calm down, Minnie-ah.” I smiled and motioned for Yoochun to set the tray down at the foot of the bed. “Thanks a lot, guys. We really appreciate it.”
“No one burned down the kitchen, either.” Junsu looked elated even as Yoochun shot him a look.
“You didn’t even cook anything. You poured the glasses of water. Changmin did more than you did.”
“I never claimed to have done anything.”
“You were going to.”
“You’re just still mad about last night.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Junsu turned to Changmin and tried to signal him to say nothing, but it was too late. Yoochun knocked Junsu on the back of the head. “You’re teaching him bad habits.”
“But angry sex is hot.”
“Whoa, too much information!” Yunho all but shouted. His arm came to wrap around my waist anyway, pulling me close to his side as he brought the tray up. I had a flashback to last night and smiled. Changmin tilted his head at me. “Hyung?”
“What was that box for, Su-ah?”
It wasn’t hard to miss the blush on Yoochun’s cheeks. His foot moved over to step lightly on Junsu’s as the other stared down at the floor. “Yes, Su-ah, what was that box for?”
“Well… you see…”
“He handcuffed Chunnie-ah to the bed and almost lost the key.” Changmin snickered. Yoochun grabbed a shred of hash browns off of one of the plates and threw it at him. “What? It was hilarious.”
Yoochun glared at him, moving his foot over to press down on the maknae’s. There was a silent conversation between them, one that I couldn’t catch either end of. Eventually Changmin bowed out. He wasn’t the alpha male there, and Yoochun was going to teach him that. Good for him. There was a clang next to me and I turned to see Yunho picking up his fork. He smiled at me and gestured toward the food.
“Let’s eat, shall we? You guys go get your food too. Come eat in here with us.”
“No thanks.” Junsu shook his head. His eyes suddenly got bright, and he smiled, jumping up and down and spilling water all over himself. It seemed, however, like he didn’t care. “Guess what happened to me?!”
“Given our previous topic of conversation,” Yunho mumbled, biting into a pancake, “I’m not sure that I want to know.”
“It’s good, I promise!”
“Well, shoot then.”
“I’m getting a solo concert!” There was another clang as Yunho dropped his fork. I watched several emotions pass over his face. It was a blur of surprise, shock, frustration, jealousy, happiness. Perhaps not even in that order. The others missed it, I thought, until Yoochun met my eyes. He’d seen it too. Junsu wouldn’t see it because he was blinded by his achievement. I smiled and clapped.
“Junsu, that’s amazing! Isn’t that great, Yunnie?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe it!” There was a hidden undertone there that, again, Junsu didn’t hear. Yunho was conflicted. “That’s amazing, Junsu. Congratulations!”
“Where at? In Japan?” I asked, finally taking a bite of the food. Oh, it was starting to get cold.
“No, in Korea! I get to perform at home again! I’m so excited!” He punctuated his sentence by jumping in place a few times. Changmin rolled his eyes and walked toward the door. “I’m hungry. I’m going to go eat.”
Yoochun took Junsu’s arm and whispered something into his ear. Yunho had begun to eat again, and I moved over to lean against him, resting my head on his shoulder. My eyes met Yoochun’s. He was taking Junsu out to talk to him, probably alone. I nodded and they walked out, Junsu leaving the glasses on the nightstand, a quarter of the way full because of all of the water that had splashed out. Yunho continued eating, seemingly unaware of my gaze on him. When I’d finally had enough, I sighed.
“Yunho-yah, why weren’t you happy for Junsu?”
He looked up, seemingly offended. “I am happy for him! What would make you think I wasn’t?”
“Perhaps the fakeness in your tone. I can read you, Yunho-yah.” I moved around behind him and began slowly kneading his shoulders, forcing him to relax. “What are you worried about?”
“I’m afraid… if he gets too successful, he won’t want to come back.”
“He’ll always want to come back. He can’t play badminton by himself, you know. OMGSUN.” I laughed, face pressed against his back. “You don’t have anything to worry about. We’ll always want to be one, baby. None of us like being split anymore than you do.”
“I know you don’t, but it’s them I’m worried about. Yoochun and Junsu. Junsu has room to run now, and Yoochun can compose and play all he wants. They probably don‘t even want to be in our group anymore-” I took a chance to lightly punch his back. Yunho’s body swung around to face me, and I glared at him.
“You know that isn’t true. Take it back.”
“But-”
“Take. It. Back.” I pronounced the words slowly just in case maybe he missed something. His gaze met mine, eyes full of surprise at the force behind my sudden change in attitude. “You know that you’re wrong. We love the group just as much as you do. Just because you’re the leader doesn’t mean you’re the only one who loves TVXQ.”
‘J-”
“You and Changmin might be going back to Korea for SMTOWN. We might be performing at A-Nation that same night. Junsu might be having his solo concert. Yoochun might be filming Sungkyunkwan Scandal. I might be starring in Ayu’s new PV, but we’re all still TVXQ. There is none without all five of us, right? And we’ll always be just that. One.” I kissed him softly, his hands coming to cup my chin and tilt my head for better access. Yunho didn’t want to let go. Neither did I. We wouldn’t have to.
I had a feeling that Yoochun was keeping Junsu busy, and Changmin… well, he was eating.
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“Do I get my angry sex now?” Junsu chirped innocently, dropping the phrase as though he were asking for an ice cream cone. Yoochun sighed and sat him down on the bed to straddle him, because really, that was the only way to get him to listen. He leaned in close to Junsu’s lips until they were sharing air, the amusement in the younger’s eyes dangerously high. The contact was never completed, though, and he squirmed in annoyance. “Chun?”
“I’m proud of you.” The words were sincere, and Junsu was left a bit breathless by the look in his lover’s eyes. “But I need you to know something.”
“What?” It was almost unheard, the volume of the whisper barely above silence.
“You need to be careful what you say, Junsu.” There was a clear warning in Yoochun’s words. The intimacy of the moment was amazingly high. Between the two of them, they never really took these small moments, and to have it be so serious was something even rarer. “Changmin and Yunho are scared. They’re afraid we’re going to take off and leave them behind. Your solo concert is amazing news, baby, it is. We just have to be careful. You’re becoming successful. Changmin is afraid you’re going to leave him and Yunho-yah is afraid you won’t want TVXQ anymore.”
“But, Chunnie,” Both men were speaking in breaths, words barely audible. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I know, baby, you were excited. It’s understandable. I think we’re all a little on edge. No one wants to say goodbye.”
“We don’t have to say goodbye today.”
“That’s true.” Junsu’s arms wrapped around Yoochun’s waist and pulled him down fully to rest on his body. Yoochun allowed himself to be moved, the other kissing away his fears and concerns. If anyone was carefree out of the five of them it was Junsu, and he knew how to make Yoochun forget everything outside of the two of them. There was a moan from one of them as Junsu forced his tongue into Yoochun’s mouth, deepening the kiss and taking the contact to a higher level than either had truly expected at the moment. He stopped quickly when he felt something wet hit his cheek.
Yoochun was crying.
With the swiftness of only someone with his extensive dance training, Junsu sat up and moved to lean back on the pillows, sitting up to cradle Yoochun in his arms. He was always the first to cry, it almost never failed. The good news was that Junsu always knew how to comfort him and help him, how to deal with an emotional Yoochun versus an angry one. “Shh, Chunnie, you don’t need to cry, it’s okay.”
There was a string of sound and blubbering words that followed weren’t definable by any standards, and Junsu wasn’t about to try. He knew better than that. And he was pretty sure that Changmin sensed something, because the maknae wasn’t walking in to check on them. Maybe he knew when they needed space. Or maybe he didn’t feel wanted enough. That was something that he hadn’t expected - he knew he’d love both of them, but he didn’t expect to make it fall apart like that.
No, he reminded himself as Yoochun sobbed into his chest, it wasn’t falling apart. It was his job to make sure that they stayed together. First he would have to calm Yoochun down, and then let Changmin know that he was just as loved, not to worry. Taking a deep breath, Junsu stroked the pianist’s hair softly as his sobs subsided. “Chunnie, baby, you don’t have anything to worry about. Even if there’s distance between us we’re still five. We always will be. I’m not going to leave any of you in the dark. How could I? I would have anyone to ‘kiss and touch me, kill and touch me, baby.’”
Yoochun laughed a little and sniffled, leaning more into Junsu’s chest. “I like that song.”
“I’m glad to hear that. And it only brought us closer, didn’t it?”
“It made me a little more adventurous, I’ll admit.” He sniffled again and pulled away as much as he could, Junsu’s grasp firm as he leaned down to kiss the tears away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“That’s just fine, Chunnie. I don’t mind it at all.” A comfortable silence fell over them. It lasted longer than either had expected, but neither was willing to break it. A loud moan from across the hall, however, had Yoochun turning toward the door in shock. Junsu threw something from the nightstand at the wall. “Keep it down over there!”
There was a louder moan and a shout, obviously from Yunho. “We’re getting back at you! Ow!”
There was unintelligible yelling, most likely from Jaejoong, as Yoochun turned back to Junsu. Another moan resounded and Junsu rolled his eyes. “I suppose that’s a taste of our own medicine.”
“Our medicine?” Yoochun raised an eyebrow and rolled away from him. “I was tied up and gagged. That was Changmin making you moan in submission, thank you.”
“Love you too, Chun.”
---
Changmin picked at his food. For once he wasn’t actually hungry, and despite the feast that was sitting in front of him he wasn’t even in the mood to eat. In a little more than 24 hours he would be just as alone as he was before he came here. Granted, his hyungs had taught him quite a bit in the small window about love and making love and about tying people to things. The reality that they were leaving hadn’t really set in until now. Tomorrow it was back to books, lyrics, stages, rehearsals, dancing, pretending to be friends with people he’d only seen once or twice in the past few months.
He sighed, resigning himself to chewing on a pancake anyway, long gone cold in the wait to be eaten. It wasn’t hard to hear the moaning floating down the hallway. Changmin shivered. He definitely didn’t want to imagine his hyungs going at it, but they weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Perhaps he’d been a little too much of an exhibitionist last night with Junsu and now they were getting paid back for it.
Ah, that… there wouldn’t be any more intimate contact for a while. The maknae wondered briefly if he’d be able to last through that. He definitely didn’t want to sleep with anyone else. What do you do in that situation? Do you just lay there and die? No, Yoochun had gone a long time without them touching him. There was no way Changmin would just die. He couldn’t exactly ask Yoochun and Junsu about this sort of thing, though. That would be a really awkward conversation.
The footsteps entering from the hallway pulled Changmin out of his thoughts. Two pairs of footsteps, he discerned, which probably didn’t work in his favor. A hand picked a piece of pancake up off of his plate, and another slapped it away.
“Don’t pick off of other people’s food. There’s plenty more over here.”
“It’s just Min.” The retort resulted in Yoochun slapping Junsu’s hand away once more. He shrugged. “I’d do the same to your plate.”
“That’s the problem. It’s rude. I don’t like people’s fingers all over my food, I’m sure Changmin doesn’t either.”
“But you love my fingers.” Changmin looked up just as Yoochun blushed and turned away, mumbling something about inappropriate jokes and timing. He watched as Junsu tried hard to advance on the other, but Yoochun continued to avoid and push him away. “Chun, why not~?”
“This is Jae’s kitchen, babo.” He pulled out two plates from the cupboard and handed one to a frustrated looking Junsu. “I’m not going to wake up tied to a chair in an old warehouse with a time bomb ticking on the ropes because you decided you wanted some in the kitchen.”
Sighing, Junsu gathered some of the food onto his plate and sat next to Changmin. The chair was closer than the maknae liked, wanting some space to himself. Once Yoochun did the same on his other side, he pushed his chair back and stood. “If you’ll excuse me.”
“Changmin.” Yoochun’s tone was firm with concern. “We want to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk about anything.” Great, he thought to himself, this wasn’t going well. They’d trapped him in the middle where there was barely any room to back up against the wall to get out, and they wanted to talk. Yoochun moved his chair to where Changmin had no chance of getting out. Junsu reached a hand up to tug on his arm.
“It’ll be painless, I promise.”
“I don’t want to talk about anything! There’s nothing to talk about!”
“But there is, Minnie-ah.” Junsu’s tone was soft with something Changmin hadn’t heard before. It was probably the voice he used to calm down Yoochun, he discerned, and the jealousy that flared there wasn’t helping. Changmin was trying to avoid all of it, but it had suddenly come crashing down on him. He shook his head frantically, entirely aware that he was acting like a spoiled child but he didn’t care. Yoochun sighed, and Changmin could almost hear the waver in his voice.
“Do you want to talk to us, Yunho, or Jae? Whoever you want to talk to, we’ll listen.”
“No one. I don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“If you don’t pick one,” Junsu growled in frustration, “you’re going to talk to us.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat. He pushed his plate out of the way and put his head down on the table, buried in his arms. It was an arm from his left that came to his back first, rubbing soothingly up and down, body heat easily felt through the thin shirt covering his skin. Junsu was the one being the most comforting and touchy-feely first. It was usually Yoochun who extended the olive branch.
“I don’t know if this is going to scare you, Changmin, but I love you. We both do. If it scares you, you can walk away. We’ve agreed that it wouldn’t be fair to tie you down to this relationship. You can find yourself a pretty girl and have pretty flaily giraffe children.” Yoochun cleared his throat, and Junsu changed his tune immediately. “We don’t even know how well this will work out. But there’s one thing I can promise you. No matter how well my concert goes, no matter how well my solo career is going, I’m always going to love and be a part of TVXQ in all its glory and hardships.
“We are who we are, and no lawsuit is going to change that. No management can stop us. If you want to call us, Changmin, you can do that anytime. Yoochun is better for advice, I’ll admit, but if you want awesome phone sex I can totally help you out there.”
Yoochun sighed, and this time it was his arm on Changmin’s shoulder. “What Junsu is trying to say is that if you need anything, we’re here for you. You’re free to be let go if you want to be. And don’t worry, we still love TVXQ just as much as we love you. And trust me, if Junsu is being nice to you like this and not consistently trying to get you to kiss him, you’re already on at least the same level as me. Hey, wait. Su, do you hold him to a higher standard or something? You’d have jumped me to cut off the conversation by now-”
He was cut off by Changmin’s laugh. It was loud and echoey, and the two lovers stared at him, dumbstruck. “I guess there’ll always be jealousy in this sort of relationship, won’t there?”
The two elders shared a glance and smiled. “Why yes,” Yoochun laughed, suddenly beaming, “I guess there will be.”
Changmin didn’t know what to think. That was probably the most honest confession he’d gotten since like the fourth grade when some girl said she liked him - but who knows love in the fourth grade? They said he could leave whenever he felt he needed to. There wasn’t anything for him to lose, really, just to learn. “I’m going to try.”
“Hm?” Junsu perked up and moved a little closer and Changmin unburied his head. “Try?”
“I’m going to try this. Us. The three of us. If I find a pretty girl, she’ll have to be as pretty as Jaejoong-hyung anyway. That’ll be hard to find.” The snark was a telltale sign of relaxation. Junsu watched as Yoochun visibly calmed down, his eyes just minutes earlier nearly brimming with tears once more. “But… long-distance, how does this work?”
“Good question.” Yoochun’s hair fell over his face as he tilted his head down in thought. It wasn’t Junsu, but Changmin who brushed it away, and he smiled. “Phone calls when we can. E-mails. Letters, even. They can’t go through your mail at home, can they? Like, when you send it. You can send us letters, and we’ll disguise ours as your mom or something. I’m sure you’d know the difference right away. Junsu likes to write suggestively in ways that would make your mother run away.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Min.” Junsu chimed, lightly nudging him. “You’re stuck with us now. We won’t leave you anytime soon.”
“Oh, right. I am stuck with you aren’t I?” Changmin let out a mocking sigh and tilted his head back. “Why did Jaejoong-hyung and leader-sshi have to pair up? I get stuck with you two.”
“What about us?” The three of them looked up to see Yunho carrying the tray into the kitchen, Jaejoong tagging along behind them. Changmin laughed as the eldest tried to fix the shirt he was wearing, the collar obviously stretched out and hanging dangerously low over his shoulder. Junsu snickered as he took another piece of pancake off of the maknae’s nearly forgotten plate.
“Good afternoon, you two.” Yoochun chimed happily, smiling as he watched his best friend fight with one of his favorite shirts. He paused; wait, that was one of his shirts! Jaejoong shot him a sheepish smile as the pianist stood to lead him into the living room. The arm around his back meant they were going to talk, Junsu discerned. An arm around the shoulder was for comfort, and an arm around the waist either meant they were going to cover inappropriate topics or Yoochun was saving Jaejoong from another crazy guy at the club. They wouldn’t be going back there again anytime soon.
There was a loud crash as Yunho ineffectively dropped half of the dishes into the porcelain sink. Junsu face palmed as Changmin broke into roaring laughter when their leader dropped the other half trying to salvage the first mistake. “This is why we let Joongie-ah do all of that stuff.”
“It’s your week to do the dishes, Junsu!” Yoochun’s shout was obvious, a bit of giggling audible through the wall. The dancer rolled his eyes. Why did he even bother trying?
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“So what should we do tonight?” I moved to get a little more comfortable, my head planted firmly in Yoochun’s lap. His right arm was on the armrest on the edge of the couch, the other one messing with my hair in a subconscious fashion. The playful smirk that emerged made me wonder what I’d just gotten myself into.
“Well, princess, if it were only me I’d take you to a wondrous candlelight dinner at a pretty palace and then dance in circles with you in the moonlight. Then we would ride my white horse off into the overly dramatic sunset-”
I cut him off with my hand, completely missing his mouth when he turned his head away. We fought for a moment before I managed to retaliate. “Don’t make fun of us. If it were you and Junsu-”
“-and Changmin.”
“…and Changmin, there would definitely be some riding, though I’m thinking it’s not really a horse, but a duck. And your timeline didn’t even make sense!”
We laughed about it for a little while. Once we finally calmed down, though, the mood turned serious. “Everything handled on your end?” I ventured, testing the waters.
“Yeah, we’ll be fine. Minnie-ah is a little worried but he’ll be okay. He’s back to his snark again.”
“That’s always a good sign.”
“What about you two, hm?” The hand was playing with my hair again. The subconscious action was comforting somehow. How many nights had we laid like this talking before one of us would be stolen away by a jealous lover? The thought amused me.
“We’re fine. There were some… not-so-nice things said, but I made sure that he knew we weren’t leaving him, and he ensured that I knew who I belonged to. I’m sure… you heard…” I blushed as Yoochun laughed.
“Oh yes, I won’t be trying to stake any claims on you. My heart is already tied up with two others. I don’t need a third, thank you very much.”
“So, Chunnie.” I moved my shoulders a little to work the crick forming in my neck. “What should we do tonight, seriously?”
We thought about it for a while in silence. I could see the gears turning in his brain, determination to finish off the week strong evident in his expression. It was always amusing to watch the idea form in his head because everything showed on his face. The light bulb popped on and he smiled, looking down at me.
“Karaoke! There must be some place in Korea Town that has our songs. We can sing together as five. And maybe showcase a little to them.”
“That’s a great idea!” I paused before looking at him sternly. “If we show off, no tears.”
“No tears.” Yoochun nodded and we pinky promised it. He nudged my head off his lap with his knee and I sat up.
“Race you to the kitchen!”
We tripped over each other the whole way there, determined to be the first one for no particular reason but pointless bragging rights. When we entered the kitchen, it was eerily quiet. Yunho was shuffling his feet a little. The smile on his face was a bit transparent, and I tilted my head in question as our eyes met. I was about to say something when Yoochun spoke, overshadowing my concern.
“We’ve figured out what we’re doing tonight.”
“Are you sure we should share that here?” Changmin was grinning from ear to ear as Yoochun rolled his eyes, earning himself a hi-five from Junsu.
“As I was saying, Jae and I figured out what the five of us are doing tonight.”
“What is it?” Yunho asked, perking up a little.
“We’re going out to karaoke!”
“Really!?”
“All five of us?!”
We nodded. Changmin and Junsu were clearly elated. The two of them started chattering quietly and quickly amongst each other, waving Yoochun over to whisper with them. I walked over to Yunho and leaned fully against him. He pulled me against his chest and I sighed in content, warmth coursing through me from the body heat and the comfort of the loving embrace. His face buried in my hair and I shivered when he breathed, tickling my scalp.
“Why do you have such a fascination with my hair, Yunho-yah?” I whispered. My answer was a shrug and another breath. “Stop that.”
“It’s cute watching you squirm.”
“Yeah, well, if you don’t stop I’m going to make you squirm.” The threat was fairly weak, as I really loved being in his arms, and he read me like a book. I sighed and let my body rest against his, head lolling back onto his shoulder. “I don’t know what to make for dinner tonight. We can take it with us since it isn’t safe to grab a restaurant.”
“Actually, baby,” Yunho’s voice had a hint of promise, “I beg to differ.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can cook us food for the trip back overseas, and breakfast and lunch of course. We’re leaving in the evening. We have the brochure for our options to eat while we’re here in LA when we come back with the others. It just so happens that a few of us have agreed on a private restaurant and set up a room. They won’t mind us taking it another night, surely.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled. “How do you know they won’t be booked?”
“Because BoA called and made us a reservation for tonight.”
“Just us?”
“No, all five of us. There are separate split-off rooms as well if we decide we’ve had enough of Junsu’s suggestive jokes at the table.”
I turned around in his grasp and swung my arms around his neck, leaning my forehead against his. “You thought ahead, didn’t you?”
“I did.” He kissed me and I murmured in delight. “If we want a little romance we can have it. Banish the children to the other room or something.”
“Excuse me,” Junsu’s tone had a hint of arrogance in it, even as my lips met Yunho’s again. “The children are bored and hungry. Feed us.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the baby?” Yoochun tried to stifle his laugh at Changmin’s remark.
“I’m not your maid, Junsu.” I growled in between kisses. Yunho’s laugh was badly masked as Junsu huffed.
“But we made you food!”
“Su, you’re such a child.” Yoochun was probably trying to do something to mess with him, judging by the squeals from behind us. I sighed and turned around. There was another sigh, this time in delight, as Yunho moved down to kiss my neck. The first nibble startled me, and I slapped him away. “Down, boy.”
“You taste good.”
“Hah, look at Joongie-ah. He’s red as a tomato.”
“Can we just go to karaoke and food now? I’m hungry.”
“There’s a plate of food in front of you, Min.” Yoochun pointed to the plate dramatically. “Eat that.”
“But it tastes horrible. And Su-ah touched it with his hands.”
“I told you not to touch his food!” Junsu smiled sheepishly as Yoochun started to scold him. We watched as Changmin snickered behind where he had switched seats with Yoochun minutes ago. He’d done it on purpose to get Junsu in trouble, and was now reaping the reward of watching a show that wasn’t at his expense. This went on for quite a while, and Yunho and I excused ourselves to change clothes and take a shower, which the others had apparently already accomplished. I was expecting to shower alone, but when I walked in and heard the lock click behind me, I was pleasantly surprised.
“No respect for privacy, Yunnie-ah?” I teased even as I took my shirt off. Yunho laughed and hooked his thumbs in the pockets of my sweatpants, pulling me chest to chest with him.
“I like watching you strip for me.”
“First of all, I can’t do much stripping if you’re holding onto my clothes. Secondly, I’m not stripping for you, I’m stripping for the shower.”
“Great.” He sighed, a tiny smile evident as he let go. “How can I compete with something so porcelain and huge?”
“Oh, trust me. There’s no competition in that last area.” I could see him visibly getting aroused and relishing in the playful banter. A little shower sex never hurt anyone, and Yunho seemed perfectly eager to capitalize on my offer. He kissed me hard and forced my sweatpants down to pool around my ankles as I unbuttoned his shirt - it’s almost like button-up shirts were all he brought, just for me - and pushed it over his shoulders. His teeth nibbled on my ear and my resulting moan echoed off of the tile.
Yunho was clearly enjoying that, and he did it again for the reaction. “That’s so hot.”
“I really… would like a shower, you know.” I didn’t want to push him away at all, so my retort fell short. Thankfully he complied as I helped him with his own pants. He pushed me toward the shower with a little too much force, and I nearly slammed into the shower wall. “Be careful.”
“Sorry, forgot how delicate you are.” I turned the water on and spun around to face him. My hand came up to grip his chin as I glared.
“I am not delicate.”
“Fine, you’re a beautiful… you know I can’t really compliment you when you’re acting tough, right?”
“Tell that to the muscles on my arms.”
“I love your arms.” Yunho turned me back around to wash my hair. The massage of his fingers was beyond relaxing. It was almost lulling me to sleep, a sheer contrast from Yoochun’s long piano fingers. There was a different meaning behind Yunho’s touch, as there should be, but it was mesmerizing. I sighed in content as he moved the showerhead to wash the soap out of my hair. “If I used your shampoo every day, Jaejoong, I wonder if I’d have the same silky hair that you do?”
“How about you use your shampoo and I keep mine all to myself.” I suggested, motioning for him to switch places with me so I could return the favor. “I don’t need you realizing you can touch your own hair and get the same feeling. I’ll miss you doing all those weird things to my head.”
“Wow. If that didn’t create images…”
“Shut up, you know what I mean. You spent half this morning smelling my hair. That’s weird.”
“You smell good.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Okay, my hair’s clean. Switch me places again.” I raised an eyebrow as he grabbed my shoulders and made me move. I adjusted the temperature of the water to get a little warmer when his breath landed on my ear. “Baby, I’m going to make every part of you feel good.”
There was no way I could fight the moan that followed that sentence. Yunho had grabbed the soap, and the glide was different across my skin, much more sensual even though I’d done it countless times myself. “Yun-”
“Just enjoy it, hm? I’d been fantasizing about some nice shower sex with you for a really long time.” There was a hitch of laughter in his breath as the pace of my heartbeat quickened, breath coming in soft pants as the soap continued its torture from my arm up across my shoulders and down the other arm. “How does that feel, Jae? Tell me what it feels like.”
“It feels like soap.” I retorted sharply. It really didn’t. It felt like it should have been his mouth tracing the skin like that, maybe nibbling here and there. Oh, yes, definitely nibbling. He caught my little white lie and slowed the pace of his motions.
“Are you sure that’s all it feels like? I think you should be a little more honest. Does it feel like me? Which feels better, me, or the soap?”
“You, definitely you.” The words spilled from my mouth in a waterfall of mushed sound. There was nothing else said for what felt like an eternity. It was a game of feeling, Yunho trying to do all that he could, touch everything he could. And he succeeded. Within the forever we spent like that, every nerve in my body was tingling with sensation, ability to breathe nearly abolished as my mind fogged over with pleasure. It shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, but when the soap was washed off of my body and his breath fell on my ear again I nearly whimpered in need. He bit down lightly and licked at the skin behind my ear.
“Don’t forget to wash behind your ears.”
“Oh Yunho please-”
“Shh, baby, I know.” He pressed against by back, tongue insisted on my ear with littlee nibbles and bites for emphasis. His hardness was evident against my thigh and I groaned. “I want it just as bad as you do.”
“Then do something about it!”
“How do you want it?” Yunho’s voice was dripping with seductive undertones, the yearning as present there as it was physically obvious. “Do you want me to take it slow, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore-”
“Hard. Hard and fast, please Yunnie-”
I made contact with the tiled wall before I could register that I was pushed at all. A slick finger invaded me before any other contact was made. Yunho’s lips trailed the back of my neck up around as far as he could get to before I turned my head to meet his lips. A second finger slid in easily and he groaned louder than I did.
“So hot, you’re still stretched from last night.”
“Just shows how good you are.” The third finger and a changed angle nearly had me collapsing to the floor. His arm caught me before my knees fully collapsed, hands slipping on the slick shower tile, unable to find purchase for support. His fingers hooked at a new angle and I screamed before I could stop myself. Yunho purred in my ear as he grabbed my bar of soap again, slicking himself before he pressed against my entrance.
‘Ready baby?”
“You don’t have to- yes…”
“You still feel so good, Jae. I don’t know how you do it.”
“Me neither. Move.”
He chuckled, nose brushing my neck in a gesture of affection. His hips snapped quickly and I moaned loudly, voice echoing back off the bathroom tiles. Yunho’s groan did the same and I gasped at the doubling of sound, no matter how slight. The bathroom walls weren’t exactly thick, despite being covered with some tile, but as much as I wanted to keep my voice down, I couldn’t. It was all right, though. It wasn’t like Yoochun and Junsu had any shame. I deserved my loud time as well.
“Babe, keep doing that. Loud, I want to hear you.”
“You can hear me if you move faster. I’m not going to break, harder.”
“You should talk dirtier than that.”
“You can warn me about your kinks ahead of time next round and maybe I’ll fulfill them. Right there…” Yunho obviously wasn’t too happy with my answer, but I felt him pulse at the mention of a next round. I tried to smile victoriously as he pounded me into the wall.
“What are you smiling about? I’m about to take that smug expression right off of your face.”
“I didn’t know you were into the whole talking thing. I said something hinting at doing it and you’re already about to come before me.”
“Why are you coherent?!” The growl was desperate and he kissed me hard, all tongue and cascading water getting in the way. His hips snapped faster, determined to pummel me into submission and it worked. My throat was already sore with the thought of how much I was straining my voice. Finally the edge was there, just within reach, and it took Yunho finally reaching down to stroke me hard and fast until I screamed when I spilled over his fingers, hips jerking and body tightening around him until he came hard inside of me.
I nearly collapsed to the floor, but he caught me just in time. We were gasping for air , yet I was turned around anyway to share a bruising kiss. My arms swung around Yunho’s neck to keep him close. “Yunnie.”
“Jae, that was amazing.”
“Was it as good as you fantasized?”
“Well…” I punched him lightly in the arm, still connected by the mouth off and on. “It was better than I imagined, thank you.”
“I just wanted to strip for you.” He was starting to harden again and I rolled my eyes. “Down, Yunho. We have a dinner and karaoke to go to.”
“I want my second round.”
“Later.”
“I would love it if you would talk to me about this later.”
I laughed and shut off the water. “If you’re lucky, I’ll talk about it at the table during dinner and then we can play footsie across the table.”
“Would you do that?” His tone was bright as we stepped out of the shower. I handed him a towel, drying myself off before grabbing a toothbrush and handing him his after putting toothipaste on it. Yunho’s face contorted at the taste of the stuff and I laughed.
“I might do that. I could punish you for costing me money and using my toothpaste, but with how much you hate mint, I think you’re getting punished enough.”
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Who remembered that my Yunho hates mint? *raises hand* Well, obviously me, I suppose. I thought it was funny. Anyway...
I hope the shower scene was okay? I was kinda meh when I started writing it. I want to finish this soon because I don't know my college's rules. >>; Relish this scene because it might be the last smut scene if I feel too nervous about it. It should be fine though ♥
What emotions did you get out of this? I hope no one ran in circle tearing their hair out or something. Is quoting myself considered conceited? Because I seriously loled when I wrote this part:
“We’ve figured out what we’re doing tonight.”
“Are you sure we should share that here?”
And then someone would go 'oh, burn~~~~' in the background. XD Come on, there's always a friend who would do or say that exact same thing, right? ^^; Comments much appreciated! I don't mind silent readers though. I just like being read. ♥
...well, not exactly me. That's weird. Um, my fic. ♥ I made a fic index too! Please check out my journal for that! Though there isn't much DBSK in there yet. There's some KAT-TUN that I like to go back and see once in a while. I would recommend my one-shots over my multi-chaps. I didn't like them. But Winter was a good oneshot considering I was in like 9th or 10th grade. w00t. XD
Thanks for reading! (and hopefully commenting ♥)
Pairings: YunJae, YooSu, YooSuMin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, angst, mention of some really recent news (just in case you don't like it? I don't know why I'm warning.)
A/N: Finally broke 100 MS Word pages with this one :D Grand total of 115 pages, 62825 or so words in the whole thing. Am I in the big leagues yet? :D If you decide to read it, and have to start from the beginning, please don't wear yourself out! I'm worried about the people who read it in one go. ♥ Be careful~ ♥ I'm scared you might overload yourself on my fic or something. XD Also, Junsu's mention of recent news is due to my assuming that he would know before we, the fans, would, and he would have been notified before the others anyway, I would think. It isn't quite something where they tell you one day, "Hey, guess what you're doing this weekend." 0.o
Summary: JaeChunSu are busy in LA. Yunho and Changmin are busy preparing for the SMTown concerts among other things. A phone call from Yunho to Jaejoong's phone answered by Yoochun initiates a week that the five of them will never forget.
( Prologue ) ( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3) ( Chapter 4 ) ( Chapter 5 Part A ) ( “Chapter 5 Part B )
Chapter 6 Part A
Life couldn’t get any better.
Well, Junsu reasoned, maybe it could get better. If he could share his news with someone, maybe, that would be better. Instead, here he was laying in bed, phone now back on the pillow next to him, Yoochun on the other side and Changmin on the other side of him. Yoochun mumbled something in his sleep and reached out blindly, nearly poking Junsu in the eye. He dodged and put his hand in Yoochun’s grasp, smiling as the elder pulled it to himself, nuzzling against it. Finally impatient and sure that he was the only one awake in the apartment, Junsu leaned in next to Yoochun’s ear.
“Chunnie, wake up.”
“Nnn…” The pianist was never a really heavy sleeper, but he was always annoyed when he was woken up. The hand under his face stroked his cheek softly and he blinked his eyes open slowly. “Su? I’m tired. No more.”
“No, Chunnie, that’s not it.”
The look he got was threatening. “What is it, then? I was having a great dream-”
“I just got a phone call.”
“Was it my mom? I asked her to stop calling so late at night at home, with the three hour difference she was staying up so late-”
“I’m going to be doing a solo concert.”
Yoochun’s eyes flew open. He almost sat up, but Changmin’s arms tightened around his waist, a deep mumble murmured into his neck. The maknae moved closer, spooning Yoochun about as closely as he could. The purr from the pianists mouth made Junsu’s smile grow even bigger.
“Are you serious, Su? You aren’t kidding?”
“Why would I make that up?”
“Oh, baby, I’m so proud of you! Come here so I can kiss you.”
Junsu rolled his eyes but leaned in anyway. “Chun, you sound like my mother.”
“Don’t bring your mother into our bed.”
“Ew, that’s creepy.” Changmin’s gravelly voice broke them apart, a hand coming up to brush Yoochun’s nipple and pull a gasp from his throat. “Please, no moms in the bedroom.”
“Minnie! Guess what happened?!”
“Ugh, does your brain work this early?” Changmin buried his face in Yoochun’s back. “You’re so loud.”
Yoochun laughed. “It’s good news, Min, Su has a right to be excited.”
“I’m going to have a solo concert!”
Changmin shot up, eyes wide. “Are you serious?!”
Junsu sighed. “Why does everyone assume I’m lying?!”
“No one said you were lying, baby.” Yoochun cooed, finally free and able to move closer to Junsu’s body. “It’s just so sudden. Who called?”
“He’s a Grammy-award winning composer guy. Or something. He’s watched our performances - all five of us - and he wants to go over some musical numbers from Mozart and things like that. I don’t really know the details yet. But I’m so excited!”
Yoochun didn’t miss the flash of emotion on Changmin’s face. There was a hint of jealousy and worry. This could be just another thing pulling them apart. Junsu’s solo career was becoming more successful by the day, JYJ having news about releases left and right, and Changmin and Yunho were being left a bit in the dark. The dancer was blinded by his excitement - and was hurting Changmin bit by bit, tearing the tougher layers off as he went. A tender hand came onto Junsu’s arm as Yoochun nuzzled into his neck.
“I need to talk to you later.” Feeling Junsu tense, he sighed. “I’m not breaking up with you.”
“Oh. Okay then.”
“What are you whispering about?”
Yoochun pulled away and smiled. “Don’t worry about that, Minnie-ah. What do you guys say we go make breakfast for Jae and Yunho-yah? They’re probably really tired.”
Junsu snickered. “Yeah, Joongie-ah obviously hadn’t been tied to a headboard before.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing, Chun.”
“Why can’t we just eat in here?” The question was innocent, but the look in Changmin’s eyes sent goosebumps up the elders’ spines. He crawled over to Yoochun and forced him down to the bed. “I’m not quite hungry for food.”
“Down, boy.” Junsu growled. “Morning sex after last night is a no-go. You can’t have Chunnie this morning. Once his mind fully wakes up he’s going to be sore and a little angry.” He leaned over Changmin, pressing into his back and nuzzling his ear to whisper into it. “If you wait for the angry sex, it’s way better.”
Yoochun’s arm came up to slap half-heartedly at Junsu’s still naked chest. “I can hear you, you know.”
“Then you would agree?”
“This is the part where I would usually pull you in close to me by the collar of your shirt, kiss you senseless, and tell you that you can’t have me because you said that you want to wait until you get angry sex out of me.”
Changmin laughed when Junsu’s expression fell. “Busted.”
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The feel of cotton against my face when I woke up was comforting, the softness perfect as I was pulled from my dream. It was a perfect morning. It was obvious even in the darkness of my eyelids. The morning was peaceful, calm, no clangs or screams had woken me up. I sighed, a deep breath of air to fill my lungs and then empty them again before I finally opened my eyes.
Yunho was watching me, eyes bright with amusement as I yawned a second time. The sheets were cold, and his arms welcomed me as I moved in closer to warm up. “Good morning, Yunnie.”
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“I did.” I nuzzled into the dip of his neck, my head fitting perfectly in the space there. “How long were you watching me?”
“Maybe an hour. I’m not sure. Time flies when you’re staring at something amazing.”
“Sweet talk in the morning is much appreciated.”
“Sweet talk? Baby, I’m just telling the truth.” I hummed in sleepy amusement as his fingers closed around my wrist, pulling it up to examine it. “How’s it feel?”
“A little sore.” There was a sudden sting as he ripped the bandage off. I winced and shut my eyes. “What was that for?!”
“I have to add more antiseptic, just to make sure. Don’t fight me, please.” Yunho’s voice was firm, grip strong. I groaned in annoyance.
“There goes my perfect morning.”
“Don’t say that. I’m determined to make it the best morning you ever have.” I laughed against his skin. He smelled like faded cologne and sweat and sleep and everything that he was. I jumped as the cold antiseptic hit the cut on my wrist, a mix of the sting and the sheer cold shocking me just enough. “Sorry, babe.”
“It’s fine.” I pulled my face back and smiled at him despite the sting. “Your skin is a little darker. Have you been tanning?”
Yunho laughed. “6 days now and you’ve just noticed?”
“Tanning is bad for you. It’s all over the news.”
“Baby, I had to do it. What else would Minnie-ah and I do in Okinawa? Not to mention Thailand. We’d be in the sun all day. It’s just once, I promise.”
“Oh.” That’s right. Day 6... They would be leaving tomorrow. “What time does your flight leave?”
Yunho’s whole body tensed. He had wanted to avoid the topic, push it to the back of his mind. There was no answer as he turned to grab a new bandage. The press was a little firmer than it needed to be, and his arms enveloped me immediately after he threw the wrapper in the small wastebasket between the bed and the nightstand. We stayed like that for a while, all silence and emotions and no words. I had pulled the cover off of the elephant in the room, and Yunho was trying desperately to tie it back on.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
The mumble was soft, almost unintelligible at the breathy volume. The hold tightened, drawing me closer to his skin. His body shook a little, and I tried to pull back to look at him, but he held me tight. At a loss for what to do, I stroked the arm that I could reach.
“Yunho-yah, there’s no need to cry. I’m not going anywhere.”
“It’s falling apart, Jae. What if we don’t come back? As five, what if we don’t come back?”
“We’ll come back, Yunnie. I know we will. There’s a comeback stage waiting for us back home, ready to be filled with our voices and an ocean of red. It might be a little while coming, but we’re going to have it. Yoochun’s already been shooting a drama back home. We haven’t been exiled from the country.”
“I’m not even allowed to visit him. Management said no.”
Yunho still hadn’t stopped shaking with the force of silent sobs. His body was unaccustomed to crying - the times that even I had seen him cry could be counted on one hand easily. No matter what award we won, he only cried… maybe twice. Maybe. “Yunho, it’ll be okay.”
“Jae, baby, I haven’t smiled as much in months as I have in the week that we’ve been here.”
“No need to say goodbye yet, Yunho-yah.”
“Sorry.” His grip loosened, and I pulled back to wipe the tears from his eyes. I shook my head. “No need to apologize. Sometimes it’s nice to see how you actually feel about something. You’re always an unemotional rock while I’m an emotional wreck.”
There it was. Yunho cracked a smile and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Jaejoong.”
“A lot of the time, I wonder the same thing.” Something distracted me suddenly, a catch in my senses. Was that… food? I sniffed the air. Sure enough, chocolate. Maybe some salt, butter…
“Jae?”
“Do you smell that?”
“Smell what?” Yunho’s face blanched. “We really should take a shower…”
“No, not that!” I slapped his shoulder playfully. “Food! Someone’s actually making edible food! And it isn’t me!”
“You aren’t going to kill them?”
“As long as they don’t ruin anything, I’m fine with it.” I moved up and kissed Yunho sweetly on the mouth, nearly purring as his hands came up to cup my face and tilt my head for a better angle. The contact was slow but heated, a yearning that was only going to get worse as the hours ticked on. There was a light knock on the door and I exhaled exasperatedly through my nose, Yunho pulling away to laugh quietly. He pulled me into his chest and stroked my hair. “Pretend we’re asleep. We haven’t made enough noise to alert anyone.”
I heard the door click open and the smell of food rushed in.
“Are they awake?”
“I dunno. Minnie-ah, go look.”
“You go look!”
“Shhh!!” I bit back a laugh as Junsu and Yoochun tried to shush Changmin quietly and failed, disguising it by nuzzling into Yunho’s chest with a sleepy moan.
“Oh. Do you think we came in at a bad time?”
“What makes you think that?”
“Joongie-ah just… you didn’t hear that? It was really erotic.”
“Junsu, shut up.”
“Who’s going to wake them up? The food’ll get cold.”
“Min, you do it. You’re the baby. Jae won’t kill you.”
“Are you kidding? I’m scared of him! I used his cooking ware after he told me to stay out of the kitchen.”
“Just jump on the bed and look really cute and call them mommy and daddy and you’ll be fine.”
“Su, I’m seriously going to kill you.”
“Oh, are you getting angry?”
“I’ll admit that I’m annoyed.”
“See, Min, it works.”
Yunho’s muscles tightened under my hands as he stretched and yawned, feigning sleepiness. A hand rubbed my shoulder lightly, and I groaned in defiance. “Go away, I want to sleep.”
“Jae, baby, the others brought us breakfast in bed.”
“That sounds a bit euphemistic.” I cracked an eye open only to wink at him and shut it again. He shook me lightly and sat up, forcing me to fall off of him. “Fine. I’m awake.”
I sat up, stretched, and yawned before I finally looked at the other three. Yoochun was carrying a tray with chocolate chip pancakes, well-cooked hash browns, and eggs. Junsu was carrying two glasses of water and beamed with pride as I gaped at them. Changmin mistook my expression for a death threat and hid behind Yoochun.
“It was his fault! I didn’t do it!”
“Calm down, Minnie-ah.” I smiled and motioned for Yoochun to set the tray down at the foot of the bed. “Thanks a lot, guys. We really appreciate it.”
“No one burned down the kitchen, either.” Junsu looked elated even as Yoochun shot him a look.
“You didn’t even cook anything. You poured the glasses of water. Changmin did more than you did.”
“I never claimed to have done anything.”
“You were going to.”
“You’re just still mad about last night.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Junsu turned to Changmin and tried to signal him to say nothing, but it was too late. Yoochun knocked Junsu on the back of the head. “You’re teaching him bad habits.”
“But angry sex is hot.”
“Whoa, too much information!” Yunho all but shouted. His arm came to wrap around my waist anyway, pulling me close to his side as he brought the tray up. I had a flashback to last night and smiled. Changmin tilted his head at me. “Hyung?”
“What was that box for, Su-ah?”
It wasn’t hard to miss the blush on Yoochun’s cheeks. His foot moved over to step lightly on Junsu’s as the other stared down at the floor. “Yes, Su-ah, what was that box for?”
“Well… you see…”
“He handcuffed Chunnie-ah to the bed and almost lost the key.” Changmin snickered. Yoochun grabbed a shred of hash browns off of one of the plates and threw it at him. “What? It was hilarious.”
Yoochun glared at him, moving his foot over to press down on the maknae’s. There was a silent conversation between them, one that I couldn’t catch either end of. Eventually Changmin bowed out. He wasn’t the alpha male there, and Yoochun was going to teach him that. Good for him. There was a clang next to me and I turned to see Yunho picking up his fork. He smiled at me and gestured toward the food.
“Let’s eat, shall we? You guys go get your food too. Come eat in here with us.”
“No thanks.” Junsu shook his head. His eyes suddenly got bright, and he smiled, jumping up and down and spilling water all over himself. It seemed, however, like he didn’t care. “Guess what happened to me?!”
“Given our previous topic of conversation,” Yunho mumbled, biting into a pancake, “I’m not sure that I want to know.”
“It’s good, I promise!”
“Well, shoot then.”
“I’m getting a solo concert!” There was another clang as Yunho dropped his fork. I watched several emotions pass over his face. It was a blur of surprise, shock, frustration, jealousy, happiness. Perhaps not even in that order. The others missed it, I thought, until Yoochun met my eyes. He’d seen it too. Junsu wouldn’t see it because he was blinded by his achievement. I smiled and clapped.
“Junsu, that’s amazing! Isn’t that great, Yunnie?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe it!” There was a hidden undertone there that, again, Junsu didn’t hear. Yunho was conflicted. “That’s amazing, Junsu. Congratulations!”
“Where at? In Japan?” I asked, finally taking a bite of the food. Oh, it was starting to get cold.
“No, in Korea! I get to perform at home again! I’m so excited!” He punctuated his sentence by jumping in place a few times. Changmin rolled his eyes and walked toward the door. “I’m hungry. I’m going to go eat.”
Yoochun took Junsu’s arm and whispered something into his ear. Yunho had begun to eat again, and I moved over to lean against him, resting my head on his shoulder. My eyes met Yoochun’s. He was taking Junsu out to talk to him, probably alone. I nodded and they walked out, Junsu leaving the glasses on the nightstand, a quarter of the way full because of all of the water that had splashed out. Yunho continued eating, seemingly unaware of my gaze on him. When I’d finally had enough, I sighed.
“Yunho-yah, why weren’t you happy for Junsu?”
He looked up, seemingly offended. “I am happy for him! What would make you think I wasn’t?”
“Perhaps the fakeness in your tone. I can read you, Yunho-yah.” I moved around behind him and began slowly kneading his shoulders, forcing him to relax. “What are you worried about?”
“I’m afraid… if he gets too successful, he won’t want to come back.”
“He’ll always want to come back. He can’t play badminton by himself, you know. OMGSUN.” I laughed, face pressed against his back. “You don’t have anything to worry about. We’ll always want to be one, baby. None of us like being split anymore than you do.”
“I know you don’t, but it’s them I’m worried about. Yoochun and Junsu. Junsu has room to run now, and Yoochun can compose and play all he wants. They probably don‘t even want to be in our group anymore-” I took a chance to lightly punch his back. Yunho’s body swung around to face me, and I glared at him.
“You know that isn’t true. Take it back.”
“But-”
“Take. It. Back.” I pronounced the words slowly just in case maybe he missed something. His gaze met mine, eyes full of surprise at the force behind my sudden change in attitude. “You know that you’re wrong. We love the group just as much as you do. Just because you’re the leader doesn’t mean you’re the only one who loves TVXQ.”
‘J-”
“You and Changmin might be going back to Korea for SMTOWN. We might be performing at A-Nation that same night. Junsu might be having his solo concert. Yoochun might be filming Sungkyunkwan Scandal. I might be starring in Ayu’s new PV, but we’re all still TVXQ. There is none without all five of us, right? And we’ll always be just that. One.” I kissed him softly, his hands coming to cup my chin and tilt my head for better access. Yunho didn’t want to let go. Neither did I. We wouldn’t have to.
I had a feeling that Yoochun was keeping Junsu busy, and Changmin… well, he was eating.
---
“Do I get my angry sex now?” Junsu chirped innocently, dropping the phrase as though he were asking for an ice cream cone. Yoochun sighed and sat him down on the bed to straddle him, because really, that was the only way to get him to listen. He leaned in close to Junsu’s lips until they were sharing air, the amusement in the younger’s eyes dangerously high. The contact was never completed, though, and he squirmed in annoyance. “Chun?”
“I’m proud of you.” The words were sincere, and Junsu was left a bit breathless by the look in his lover’s eyes. “But I need you to know something.”
“What?” It was almost unheard, the volume of the whisper barely above silence.
“You need to be careful what you say, Junsu.” There was a clear warning in Yoochun’s words. The intimacy of the moment was amazingly high. Between the two of them, they never really took these small moments, and to have it be so serious was something even rarer. “Changmin and Yunho are scared. They’re afraid we’re going to take off and leave them behind. Your solo concert is amazing news, baby, it is. We just have to be careful. You’re becoming successful. Changmin is afraid you’re going to leave him and Yunho-yah is afraid you won’t want TVXQ anymore.”
“But, Chunnie,” Both men were speaking in breaths, words barely audible. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I know, baby, you were excited. It’s understandable. I think we’re all a little on edge. No one wants to say goodbye.”
“We don’t have to say goodbye today.”
“That’s true.” Junsu’s arms wrapped around Yoochun’s waist and pulled him down fully to rest on his body. Yoochun allowed himself to be moved, the other kissing away his fears and concerns. If anyone was carefree out of the five of them it was Junsu, and he knew how to make Yoochun forget everything outside of the two of them. There was a moan from one of them as Junsu forced his tongue into Yoochun’s mouth, deepening the kiss and taking the contact to a higher level than either had truly expected at the moment. He stopped quickly when he felt something wet hit his cheek.
Yoochun was crying.
With the swiftness of only someone with his extensive dance training, Junsu sat up and moved to lean back on the pillows, sitting up to cradle Yoochun in his arms. He was always the first to cry, it almost never failed. The good news was that Junsu always knew how to comfort him and help him, how to deal with an emotional Yoochun versus an angry one. “Shh, Chunnie, you don’t need to cry, it’s okay.”
There was a string of sound and blubbering words that followed weren’t definable by any standards, and Junsu wasn’t about to try. He knew better than that. And he was pretty sure that Changmin sensed something, because the maknae wasn’t walking in to check on them. Maybe he knew when they needed space. Or maybe he didn’t feel wanted enough. That was something that he hadn’t expected - he knew he’d love both of them, but he didn’t expect to make it fall apart like that.
No, he reminded himself as Yoochun sobbed into his chest, it wasn’t falling apart. It was his job to make sure that they stayed together. First he would have to calm Yoochun down, and then let Changmin know that he was just as loved, not to worry. Taking a deep breath, Junsu stroked the pianist’s hair softly as his sobs subsided. “Chunnie, baby, you don’t have anything to worry about. Even if there’s distance between us we’re still five. We always will be. I’m not going to leave any of you in the dark. How could I? I would have anyone to ‘kiss and touch me, kill and touch me, baby.’”
Yoochun laughed a little and sniffled, leaning more into Junsu’s chest. “I like that song.”
“I’m glad to hear that. And it only brought us closer, didn’t it?”
“It made me a little more adventurous, I’ll admit.” He sniffled again and pulled away as much as he could, Junsu’s grasp firm as he leaned down to kiss the tears away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“That’s just fine, Chunnie. I don’t mind it at all.” A comfortable silence fell over them. It lasted longer than either had expected, but neither was willing to break it. A loud moan from across the hall, however, had Yoochun turning toward the door in shock. Junsu threw something from the nightstand at the wall. “Keep it down over there!”
There was a louder moan and a shout, obviously from Yunho. “We’re getting back at you! Ow!”
There was unintelligible yelling, most likely from Jaejoong, as Yoochun turned back to Junsu. Another moan resounded and Junsu rolled his eyes. “I suppose that’s a taste of our own medicine.”
“Our medicine?” Yoochun raised an eyebrow and rolled away from him. “I was tied up and gagged. That was Changmin making you moan in submission, thank you.”
“Love you too, Chun.”
---
Changmin picked at his food. For once he wasn’t actually hungry, and despite the feast that was sitting in front of him he wasn’t even in the mood to eat. In a little more than 24 hours he would be just as alone as he was before he came here. Granted, his hyungs had taught him quite a bit in the small window about love and making love and about tying people to things. The reality that they were leaving hadn’t really set in until now. Tomorrow it was back to books, lyrics, stages, rehearsals, dancing, pretending to be friends with people he’d only seen once or twice in the past few months.
He sighed, resigning himself to chewing on a pancake anyway, long gone cold in the wait to be eaten. It wasn’t hard to hear the moaning floating down the hallway. Changmin shivered. He definitely didn’t want to imagine his hyungs going at it, but they weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Perhaps he’d been a little too much of an exhibitionist last night with Junsu and now they were getting paid back for it.
Ah, that… there wouldn’t be any more intimate contact for a while. The maknae wondered briefly if he’d be able to last through that. He definitely didn’t want to sleep with anyone else. What do you do in that situation? Do you just lay there and die? No, Yoochun had gone a long time without them touching him. There was no way Changmin would just die. He couldn’t exactly ask Yoochun and Junsu about this sort of thing, though. That would be a really awkward conversation.
The footsteps entering from the hallway pulled Changmin out of his thoughts. Two pairs of footsteps, he discerned, which probably didn’t work in his favor. A hand picked a piece of pancake up off of his plate, and another slapped it away.
“Don’t pick off of other people’s food. There’s plenty more over here.”
“It’s just Min.” The retort resulted in Yoochun slapping Junsu’s hand away once more. He shrugged. “I’d do the same to your plate.”
“That’s the problem. It’s rude. I don’t like people’s fingers all over my food, I’m sure Changmin doesn’t either.”
“But you love my fingers.” Changmin looked up just as Yoochun blushed and turned away, mumbling something about inappropriate jokes and timing. He watched as Junsu tried hard to advance on the other, but Yoochun continued to avoid and push him away. “Chun, why not~?”
“This is Jae’s kitchen, babo.” He pulled out two plates from the cupboard and handed one to a frustrated looking Junsu. “I’m not going to wake up tied to a chair in an old warehouse with a time bomb ticking on the ropes because you decided you wanted some in the kitchen.”
Sighing, Junsu gathered some of the food onto his plate and sat next to Changmin. The chair was closer than the maknae liked, wanting some space to himself. Once Yoochun did the same on his other side, he pushed his chair back and stood. “If you’ll excuse me.”
“Changmin.” Yoochun’s tone was firm with concern. “We want to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk about anything.” Great, he thought to himself, this wasn’t going well. They’d trapped him in the middle where there was barely any room to back up against the wall to get out, and they wanted to talk. Yoochun moved his chair to where Changmin had no chance of getting out. Junsu reached a hand up to tug on his arm.
“It’ll be painless, I promise.”
“I don’t want to talk about anything! There’s nothing to talk about!”
“But there is, Minnie-ah.” Junsu’s tone was soft with something Changmin hadn’t heard before. It was probably the voice he used to calm down Yoochun, he discerned, and the jealousy that flared there wasn’t helping. Changmin was trying to avoid all of it, but it had suddenly come crashing down on him. He shook his head frantically, entirely aware that he was acting like a spoiled child but he didn’t care. Yoochun sighed, and Changmin could almost hear the waver in his voice.
“Do you want to talk to us, Yunho, or Jae? Whoever you want to talk to, we’ll listen.”
“No one. I don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“If you don’t pick one,” Junsu growled in frustration, “you’re going to talk to us.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat. He pushed his plate out of the way and put his head down on the table, buried in his arms. It was an arm from his left that came to his back first, rubbing soothingly up and down, body heat easily felt through the thin shirt covering his skin. Junsu was the one being the most comforting and touchy-feely first. It was usually Yoochun who extended the olive branch.
“I don’t know if this is going to scare you, Changmin, but I love you. We both do. If it scares you, you can walk away. We’ve agreed that it wouldn’t be fair to tie you down to this relationship. You can find yourself a pretty girl and have pretty flaily giraffe children.” Yoochun cleared his throat, and Junsu changed his tune immediately. “We don’t even know how well this will work out. But there’s one thing I can promise you. No matter how well my concert goes, no matter how well my solo career is going, I’m always going to love and be a part of TVXQ in all its glory and hardships.
“We are who we are, and no lawsuit is going to change that. No management can stop us. If you want to call us, Changmin, you can do that anytime. Yoochun is better for advice, I’ll admit, but if you want awesome phone sex I can totally help you out there.”
Yoochun sighed, and this time it was his arm on Changmin’s shoulder. “What Junsu is trying to say is that if you need anything, we’re here for you. You’re free to be let go if you want to be. And don’t worry, we still love TVXQ just as much as we love you. And trust me, if Junsu is being nice to you like this and not consistently trying to get you to kiss him, you’re already on at least the same level as me. Hey, wait. Su, do you hold him to a higher standard or something? You’d have jumped me to cut off the conversation by now-”
He was cut off by Changmin’s laugh. It was loud and echoey, and the two lovers stared at him, dumbstruck. “I guess there’ll always be jealousy in this sort of relationship, won’t there?”
The two elders shared a glance and smiled. “Why yes,” Yoochun laughed, suddenly beaming, “I guess there will be.”
Changmin didn’t know what to think. That was probably the most honest confession he’d gotten since like the fourth grade when some girl said she liked him - but who knows love in the fourth grade? They said he could leave whenever he felt he needed to. There wasn’t anything for him to lose, really, just to learn. “I’m going to try.”
“Hm?” Junsu perked up and moved a little closer and Changmin unburied his head. “Try?”
“I’m going to try this. Us. The three of us. If I find a pretty girl, she’ll have to be as pretty as Jaejoong-hyung anyway. That’ll be hard to find.” The snark was a telltale sign of relaxation. Junsu watched as Yoochun visibly calmed down, his eyes just minutes earlier nearly brimming with tears once more. “But… long-distance, how does this work?”
“Good question.” Yoochun’s hair fell over his face as he tilted his head down in thought. It wasn’t Junsu, but Changmin who brushed it away, and he smiled. “Phone calls when we can. E-mails. Letters, even. They can’t go through your mail at home, can they? Like, when you send it. You can send us letters, and we’ll disguise ours as your mom or something. I’m sure you’d know the difference right away. Junsu likes to write suggestively in ways that would make your mother run away.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Min.” Junsu chimed, lightly nudging him. “You’re stuck with us now. We won’t leave you anytime soon.”
“Oh, right. I am stuck with you aren’t I?” Changmin let out a mocking sigh and tilted his head back. “Why did Jaejoong-hyung and leader-sshi have to pair up? I get stuck with you two.”
“What about us?” The three of them looked up to see Yunho carrying the tray into the kitchen, Jaejoong tagging along behind them. Changmin laughed as the eldest tried to fix the shirt he was wearing, the collar obviously stretched out and hanging dangerously low over his shoulder. Junsu snickered as he took another piece of pancake off of the maknae’s nearly forgotten plate.
“Good afternoon, you two.” Yoochun chimed happily, smiling as he watched his best friend fight with one of his favorite shirts. He paused; wait, that was one of his shirts! Jaejoong shot him a sheepish smile as the pianist stood to lead him into the living room. The arm around his back meant they were going to talk, Junsu discerned. An arm around the shoulder was for comfort, and an arm around the waist either meant they were going to cover inappropriate topics or Yoochun was saving Jaejoong from another crazy guy at the club. They wouldn’t be going back there again anytime soon.
There was a loud crash as Yunho ineffectively dropped half of the dishes into the porcelain sink. Junsu face palmed as Changmin broke into roaring laughter when their leader dropped the other half trying to salvage the first mistake. “This is why we let Joongie-ah do all of that stuff.”
“It’s your week to do the dishes, Junsu!” Yoochun’s shout was obvious, a bit of giggling audible through the wall. The dancer rolled his eyes. Why did he even bother trying?
---
“So what should we do tonight?” I moved to get a little more comfortable, my head planted firmly in Yoochun’s lap. His right arm was on the armrest on the edge of the couch, the other one messing with my hair in a subconscious fashion. The playful smirk that emerged made me wonder what I’d just gotten myself into.
“Well, princess, if it were only me I’d take you to a wondrous candlelight dinner at a pretty palace and then dance in circles with you in the moonlight. Then we would ride my white horse off into the overly dramatic sunset-”
I cut him off with my hand, completely missing his mouth when he turned his head away. We fought for a moment before I managed to retaliate. “Don’t make fun of us. If it were you and Junsu-”
“-and Changmin.”
“…and Changmin, there would definitely be some riding, though I’m thinking it’s not really a horse, but a duck. And your timeline didn’t even make sense!”
We laughed about it for a little while. Once we finally calmed down, though, the mood turned serious. “Everything handled on your end?” I ventured, testing the waters.
“Yeah, we’ll be fine. Minnie-ah is a little worried but he’ll be okay. He’s back to his snark again.”
“That’s always a good sign.”
“What about you two, hm?” The hand was playing with my hair again. The subconscious action was comforting somehow. How many nights had we laid like this talking before one of us would be stolen away by a jealous lover? The thought amused me.
“We’re fine. There were some… not-so-nice things said, but I made sure that he knew we weren’t leaving him, and he ensured that I knew who I belonged to. I’m sure… you heard…” I blushed as Yoochun laughed.
“Oh yes, I won’t be trying to stake any claims on you. My heart is already tied up with two others. I don’t need a third, thank you very much.”
“So, Chunnie.” I moved my shoulders a little to work the crick forming in my neck. “What should we do tonight, seriously?”
We thought about it for a while in silence. I could see the gears turning in his brain, determination to finish off the week strong evident in his expression. It was always amusing to watch the idea form in his head because everything showed on his face. The light bulb popped on and he smiled, looking down at me.
“Karaoke! There must be some place in Korea Town that has our songs. We can sing together as five. And maybe showcase a little to them.”
“That’s a great idea!” I paused before looking at him sternly. “If we show off, no tears.”
“No tears.” Yoochun nodded and we pinky promised it. He nudged my head off his lap with his knee and I sat up.
“Race you to the kitchen!”
We tripped over each other the whole way there, determined to be the first one for no particular reason but pointless bragging rights. When we entered the kitchen, it was eerily quiet. Yunho was shuffling his feet a little. The smile on his face was a bit transparent, and I tilted my head in question as our eyes met. I was about to say something when Yoochun spoke, overshadowing my concern.
“We’ve figured out what we’re doing tonight.”
“Are you sure we should share that here?” Changmin was grinning from ear to ear as Yoochun rolled his eyes, earning himself a hi-five from Junsu.
“As I was saying, Jae and I figured out what the five of us are doing tonight.”
“What is it?” Yunho asked, perking up a little.
“We’re going out to karaoke!”
“Really!?”
“All five of us?!”
We nodded. Changmin and Junsu were clearly elated. The two of them started chattering quietly and quickly amongst each other, waving Yoochun over to whisper with them. I walked over to Yunho and leaned fully against him. He pulled me against his chest and I sighed in content, warmth coursing through me from the body heat and the comfort of the loving embrace. His face buried in my hair and I shivered when he breathed, tickling my scalp.
“Why do you have such a fascination with my hair, Yunho-yah?” I whispered. My answer was a shrug and another breath. “Stop that.”
“It’s cute watching you squirm.”
“Yeah, well, if you don’t stop I’m going to make you squirm.” The threat was fairly weak, as I really loved being in his arms, and he read me like a book. I sighed and let my body rest against his, head lolling back onto his shoulder. “I don’t know what to make for dinner tonight. We can take it with us since it isn’t safe to grab a restaurant.”
“Actually, baby,” Yunho’s voice had a hint of promise, “I beg to differ.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can cook us food for the trip back overseas, and breakfast and lunch of course. We’re leaving in the evening. We have the brochure for our options to eat while we’re here in LA when we come back with the others. It just so happens that a few of us have agreed on a private restaurant and set up a room. They won’t mind us taking it another night, surely.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled. “How do you know they won’t be booked?”
“Because BoA called and made us a reservation for tonight.”
“Just us?”
“No, all five of us. There are separate split-off rooms as well if we decide we’ve had enough of Junsu’s suggestive jokes at the table.”
I turned around in his grasp and swung my arms around his neck, leaning my forehead against his. “You thought ahead, didn’t you?”
“I did.” He kissed me and I murmured in delight. “If we want a little romance we can have it. Banish the children to the other room or something.”
“Excuse me,” Junsu’s tone had a hint of arrogance in it, even as my lips met Yunho’s again. “The children are bored and hungry. Feed us.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the baby?” Yoochun tried to stifle his laugh at Changmin’s remark.
“I’m not your maid, Junsu.” I growled in between kisses. Yunho’s laugh was badly masked as Junsu huffed.
“But we made you food!”
“Su, you’re such a child.” Yoochun was probably trying to do something to mess with him, judging by the squeals from behind us. I sighed and turned around. There was another sigh, this time in delight, as Yunho moved down to kiss my neck. The first nibble startled me, and I slapped him away. “Down, boy.”
“You taste good.”
“Hah, look at Joongie-ah. He’s red as a tomato.”
“Can we just go to karaoke and food now? I’m hungry.”
“There’s a plate of food in front of you, Min.” Yoochun pointed to the plate dramatically. “Eat that.”
“But it tastes horrible. And Su-ah touched it with his hands.”
“I told you not to touch his food!” Junsu smiled sheepishly as Yoochun started to scold him. We watched as Changmin snickered behind where he had switched seats with Yoochun minutes ago. He’d done it on purpose to get Junsu in trouble, and was now reaping the reward of watching a show that wasn’t at his expense. This went on for quite a while, and Yunho and I excused ourselves to change clothes and take a shower, which the others had apparently already accomplished. I was expecting to shower alone, but when I walked in and heard the lock click behind me, I was pleasantly surprised.
“No respect for privacy, Yunnie-ah?” I teased even as I took my shirt off. Yunho laughed and hooked his thumbs in the pockets of my sweatpants, pulling me chest to chest with him.
“I like watching you strip for me.”
“First of all, I can’t do much stripping if you’re holding onto my clothes. Secondly, I’m not stripping for you, I’m stripping for the shower.”
“Great.” He sighed, a tiny smile evident as he let go. “How can I compete with something so porcelain and huge?”
“Oh, trust me. There’s no competition in that last area.” I could see him visibly getting aroused and relishing in the playful banter. A little shower sex never hurt anyone, and Yunho seemed perfectly eager to capitalize on my offer. He kissed me hard and forced my sweatpants down to pool around my ankles as I unbuttoned his shirt - it’s almost like button-up shirts were all he brought, just for me - and pushed it over his shoulders. His teeth nibbled on my ear and my resulting moan echoed off of the tile.
Yunho was clearly enjoying that, and he did it again for the reaction. “That’s so hot.”
“I really… would like a shower, you know.” I didn’t want to push him away at all, so my retort fell short. Thankfully he complied as I helped him with his own pants. He pushed me toward the shower with a little too much force, and I nearly slammed into the shower wall. “Be careful.”
“Sorry, forgot how delicate you are.” I turned the water on and spun around to face him. My hand came up to grip his chin as I glared.
“I am not delicate.”
“Fine, you’re a beautiful… you know I can’t really compliment you when you’re acting tough, right?”
“Tell that to the muscles on my arms.”
“I love your arms.” Yunho turned me back around to wash my hair. The massage of his fingers was beyond relaxing. It was almost lulling me to sleep, a sheer contrast from Yoochun’s long piano fingers. There was a different meaning behind Yunho’s touch, as there should be, but it was mesmerizing. I sighed in content as he moved the showerhead to wash the soap out of my hair. “If I used your shampoo every day, Jaejoong, I wonder if I’d have the same silky hair that you do?”
“How about you use your shampoo and I keep mine all to myself.” I suggested, motioning for him to switch places with me so I could return the favor. “I don’t need you realizing you can touch your own hair and get the same feeling. I’ll miss you doing all those weird things to my head.”
“Wow. If that didn’t create images…”
“Shut up, you know what I mean. You spent half this morning smelling my hair. That’s weird.”
“You smell good.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Okay, my hair’s clean. Switch me places again.” I raised an eyebrow as he grabbed my shoulders and made me move. I adjusted the temperature of the water to get a little warmer when his breath landed on my ear. “Baby, I’m going to make every part of you feel good.”
There was no way I could fight the moan that followed that sentence. Yunho had grabbed the soap, and the glide was different across my skin, much more sensual even though I’d done it countless times myself. “Yun-”
“Just enjoy it, hm? I’d been fantasizing about some nice shower sex with you for a really long time.” There was a hitch of laughter in his breath as the pace of my heartbeat quickened, breath coming in soft pants as the soap continued its torture from my arm up across my shoulders and down the other arm. “How does that feel, Jae? Tell me what it feels like.”
“It feels like soap.” I retorted sharply. It really didn’t. It felt like it should have been his mouth tracing the skin like that, maybe nibbling here and there. Oh, yes, definitely nibbling. He caught my little white lie and slowed the pace of his motions.
“Are you sure that’s all it feels like? I think you should be a little more honest. Does it feel like me? Which feels better, me, or the soap?”
“You, definitely you.” The words spilled from my mouth in a waterfall of mushed sound. There was nothing else said for what felt like an eternity. It was a game of feeling, Yunho trying to do all that he could, touch everything he could. And he succeeded. Within the forever we spent like that, every nerve in my body was tingling with sensation, ability to breathe nearly abolished as my mind fogged over with pleasure. It shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, but when the soap was washed off of my body and his breath fell on my ear again I nearly whimpered in need. He bit down lightly and licked at the skin behind my ear.
“Don’t forget to wash behind your ears.”
“Oh Yunho please-”
“Shh, baby, I know.” He pressed against by back, tongue insisted on my ear with littlee nibbles and bites for emphasis. His hardness was evident against my thigh and I groaned. “I want it just as bad as you do.”
“Then do something about it!”
“How do you want it?” Yunho’s voice was dripping with seductive undertones, the yearning as present there as it was physically obvious. “Do you want me to take it slow, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore-”
“Hard. Hard and fast, please Yunnie-”
I made contact with the tiled wall before I could register that I was pushed at all. A slick finger invaded me before any other contact was made. Yunho’s lips trailed the back of my neck up around as far as he could get to before I turned my head to meet his lips. A second finger slid in easily and he groaned louder than I did.
“So hot, you’re still stretched from last night.”
“Just shows how good you are.” The third finger and a changed angle nearly had me collapsing to the floor. His arm caught me before my knees fully collapsed, hands slipping on the slick shower tile, unable to find purchase for support. His fingers hooked at a new angle and I screamed before I could stop myself. Yunho purred in my ear as he grabbed my bar of soap again, slicking himself before he pressed against my entrance.
‘Ready baby?”
“You don’t have to- yes…”
“You still feel so good, Jae. I don’t know how you do it.”
“Me neither. Move.”
He chuckled, nose brushing my neck in a gesture of affection. His hips snapped quickly and I moaned loudly, voice echoing back off the bathroom tiles. Yunho’s groan did the same and I gasped at the doubling of sound, no matter how slight. The bathroom walls weren’t exactly thick, despite being covered with some tile, but as much as I wanted to keep my voice down, I couldn’t. It was all right, though. It wasn’t like Yoochun and Junsu had any shame. I deserved my loud time as well.
“Babe, keep doing that. Loud, I want to hear you.”
“You can hear me if you move faster. I’m not going to break, harder.”
“You should talk dirtier than that.”
“You can warn me about your kinks ahead of time next round and maybe I’ll fulfill them. Right there…” Yunho obviously wasn’t too happy with my answer, but I felt him pulse at the mention of a next round. I tried to smile victoriously as he pounded me into the wall.
“What are you smiling about? I’m about to take that smug expression right off of your face.”
“I didn’t know you were into the whole talking thing. I said something hinting at doing it and you’re already about to come before me.”
“Why are you coherent?!” The growl was desperate and he kissed me hard, all tongue and cascading water getting in the way. His hips snapped faster, determined to pummel me into submission and it worked. My throat was already sore with the thought of how much I was straining my voice. Finally the edge was there, just within reach, and it took Yunho finally reaching down to stroke me hard and fast until I screamed when I spilled over his fingers, hips jerking and body tightening around him until he came hard inside of me.
I nearly collapsed to the floor, but he caught me just in time. We were gasping for air , yet I was turned around anyway to share a bruising kiss. My arms swung around Yunho’s neck to keep him close. “Yunnie.”
“Jae, that was amazing.”
“Was it as good as you fantasized?”
“Well…” I punched him lightly in the arm, still connected by the mouth off and on. “It was better than I imagined, thank you.”
“I just wanted to strip for you.” He was starting to harden again and I rolled my eyes. “Down, Yunho. We have a dinner and karaoke to go to.”
“I want my second round.”
“Later.”
“I would love it if you would talk to me about this later.”
I laughed and shut off the water. “If you’re lucky, I’ll talk about it at the table during dinner and then we can play footsie across the table.”
“Would you do that?” His tone was bright as we stepped out of the shower. I handed him a towel, drying myself off before grabbing a toothbrush and handing him his after putting toothipaste on it. Yunho’s face contorted at the taste of the stuff and I laughed.
“I might do that. I could punish you for costing me money and using my toothpaste, but with how much you hate mint, I think you’re getting punished enough.”
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Who remembered that my Yunho hates mint? *raises hand* Well, obviously me, I suppose. I thought it was funny. Anyway...
I hope the shower scene was okay? I was kinda meh when I started writing it. I want to finish this soon because I don't know my college's rules. >>; Relish this scene because it might be the last smut scene if I feel too nervous about it. It should be fine though ♥
What emotions did you get out of this? I hope no one ran in circle tearing their hair out or something. Is quoting myself considered conceited? Because I seriously loled when I wrote this part:
“We’ve figured out what we’re doing tonight.”
“Are you sure we should share that here?”
And then someone would go 'oh, burn~~~~' in the background. XD Come on, there's always a friend who would do or say that exact same thing, right? ^^; Comments much appreciated! I don't mind silent readers though. I just like being read. ♥
...well, not exactly me. That's weird. Um, my fic. ♥ I made a fic index too! Please check out my journal for that! Though there isn't much DBSK in there yet. There's some KAT-TUN that I like to go back and see once in a while. I would recommend my one-shots over my multi-chaps. I didn't like them. But Winter was a good oneshot considering I was in like 9th or 10th grade. w00t. XD
Thanks for reading! (and hopefully commenting ♥)