That Awkward Situation (Part 4)
Title: That Awkward Situation
Author: hyuukie
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Part: 4
Summary: After finding out that they had drunken intercourse, Jaejoong and Yunho justify that the most responsible thing to do is start a relationship.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing or DBSK, sadly.
Previous: P1 | P2 | P3
"Argh! What the fuck is this?" Jaejoong stared at himself in the mirror, a scowl gracing his facial features.
"Don't do that, you'll get frown lines. And that makes you really unattractive." Junsu ran a finger horizontally across Jaejoong's forehead, brushing his friend's bangs out of his eyes.
"What's happening? Why am I wearing this suit?" Jaejoong did a three sixty degree turn, inspecting the white tuxedo he was sporting, topped off with a rose pink tie. His bangs were cut just above his eyes and swept to the right, dyed a light brown, and the sides were short. "I don't remember cutting my hair."
"Really? I thought you wanted to cut your hair for your wedding. You told me so, and just last week we went to the hairdresser."
Jaejoong nearly face planted into the mirror at Junsu's words. "Excuse me? My what?!"
"Wedding? In case you forgot," Junsu rolled his eyes and dusted a piece of lint off of Jaejoong's shoulder, "You're getting married today."
"What?! No way!" Jaejoong's eyes doubled in size and he turned away from the mirror to face Junsu. "You're joking! Who?! Who am I getting married to?!"
Junsu took a step back from his friend, in case he made a move to grab him and shake him. People tended to do that when they were in shock and denial. "Are you seriously asking that question?"
"Tell me who the bride is, goddamnit!"
"Not bride... Groom."
Jaejoong didn't break eye contact with Junsu, and the younger male worried his friend's eyes would pop out of their sockets.
"... No." Jaejoong breathed, figuring out who his groom already was. "No. This, this is a joke. A prank. Changmin's just getting back to me because of that time I set his jacket on fire."
"You set Changmin's jacket on fire?"
"THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT!" Jaejoong pushed past his friend to take a white chair and prop it against the wall underneath the high window. "I'm going to climb out of this window, and you're going to help me and then pretend you did not see anything."
Junsu was quick to step in front of Jaejoong, blocking his view and way to the chair he had just set up. "As Yunho's friend, I refuse to let you just walk... Er, climb out on him."
"So it is Yunho! I knew it!" Jaejoong gripped Junsu's right ear and pulled him away to the side. "And as my friend, you'll let me do this."
"Jaejoong, you can't!"
"Why can't I?"
But Jaejoong didn't get a response from the younger. When he turned around to see if Junsu was still there behind him, he was shocked to find that he was no longer in the white room, but in a church. And instead of standing on the metal chair, he was standing in the middle of a pew, looking like an idiot amongst the hundreds of people seated around him.
He scanned the church. everything was white. Everything. The floor, the flowers, the ceiling. He spotted a few familiar faces in the sea of people, and then his eyes finally landed at the front, where the altar was.
Standing there at the front was the priest, Changmin, Yoochun, Junsu and... Yunho. And Jaejoong would be lying if he said the slightly younger male didn't look good in that white tux and blue tie.
"Yah, are you going to come down here to get married or stand there and imitate the CN Tower*?!" Yoochun yelled and Jaejoong heard several people start giggling.
Jaejoong awkwardly cleared his throat and slowly stepped down from the bench. He hung his head low in embarrassment as he maneuvered past people, muttering 'sorry' and 'excuse me'.
Once he was in front of the altar and Yunho, Jaejoong looked up to find the latter grinning at him from ear to ear. He didn't protest when Yunho grabbed his hands, lacing their fingers together.
The priest opened his mouth to start the ceremony---
"The printer's not working!"
All heads snapped towards Changmin, who had moved from his place beside Yoochun. He was now on all fours and nearly underneath the altar, his right hand stroking the marble table.
"What... What are you doing?" Jaejoong breathed out, and from his peripheral vision he saw Yunho's smile falter.
"He's right, and the laminator's also broken." Yoochun was staring at a pot of white flowers that seemed to have taken Changmin's old spot beside him.
"What are you guys talking about?" Jaejoong had never seen this kind of behaviour at a wedding, and it was starting to freak him out. And then it hit him.
Wedding. His wedding. He was getting married.
Jaejoong yanked his hands out of Yunho's grasp, suddenly regretting his decision when the younger's face fell, but did not make a move to put his hands in Yunho's again.
"Do you understand this situation?!" Junsu had somehow teleported in front of him, and Jaejoong soon found himself being shaken by the shoulders. "Jaejoong, snap out of it!"
"What?! What the hell guys?!" Jaejoong managed to shout out, very confused as to the events that were happening.
"Someone slap him!" Yoochun barked.
"I'll do it!" Changmin piped up and was on his feet in a second. He raised his hand and Jaejoong tried to dodge his hand, but found that he couldn't move.
Changmin's palm came in contact with Jaejoong's cheek and---
"AND HE LIVES!" Yoochun's voice was faded and Jaejoong blinked, trying to focus.
"Huh?"
"... You didn't have to hit him, Changmin." Junsu sounded irritated, "That's the third time today."
"Yoochun offered, and who am I to refuse?"
Jaejoong slowly sat up, his head pounding. "Where am I?"
"At work? Where else would you be?"
Jaejoong reached out and touched Yoochun's face, clarifying that the other male was really in front of him. "What time is it?"
"It's nearly five." Yoochun answered. "But back to the main issue. The printer is not working, and the laminator's broken."
"What do you want me to do about it?" Jaejoong rubbed his eyes and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, just in case he had drooled. "Where's Yunho?"
"Oh, you'd like to know, wouldn't you?" Yoochun raised his eyebrows suggestively, casually leaning against the shelf with all the different coloured paper. So they were in the printing room.
"It's not like that!" Jaejoong protested, a million thoughts crossing his mind. "I just had a weird dream, that's all." How the hell did he fall asleep in the printing room? Why was he even in the printing room?
"A dream? About Yunho?" Changmin joined in on the teasing, abondoning his attempts to fix the printer. "What, were you two getting married?"
"Stop it guys, you know Jaejoong would never dream about that kind of thing."
Jaejoong mentally thanked Junsu.
"--- Because you know the dream was about him and Yunho doing it."
And then he mentally kicked Junsu.
Yoochun and Changmin howled with laughter, both men turning back to the broken devices.
Jaejoong decided not to speak about Yunho anymore, "Why are we in the printing room? And how did I fall asleep?"
"Well, Changmin has a trial tomorrow, and I just spoke with his client." Yoochun explained, opening up the front of the laminator, "So Changmin asked Junsu to go print his files and e-mails, but you know how he doesn't like going to the printing room alone, so I accompanied him."
Jaejoong snickered, "Aw, poor baby, still afraid of paper airplanes attacking you and giving you paper cuts the size of a thirty centimeter ruler?"
"You know it's a real thing, Jaejoong, don't deny it! Remember when Hyukjae came out with those gashes on his back that went from---"
"And then we found out the printer was jammed or something, so we called you, Changmin and Yunho to help. And I guess you got bored with us because once you put your head on that table, you were out." Yoochun finished, cutting Junsu off from his 'Hyukjae-almost-bled-to-death-in-the-printer-room' story. But everyone except Junsu knew that the cuts on Hyukjae's back were from Lee Donghae's fingernails when the two thought it would be a good idea to get it on in the printing room.
"Yeah, so it says here that to check out the problems on the printer, you have to go to menu, and then select whatever you think the problem may be." Yunho entered the room, reading off something that looked like a manual. "Try catridges first, you might be missing ink."
"I hope that answers your question as to where Yunho is," Yoochun muttered, elbowing Jaejoong in the ribs.
Yunho turned his head to look at Jaejoong while Changmin did as told, "Oh! You're awake!"
"Er," Jaejoong rubbed the back of his head, very uncomfortable due to his dream. He couldn't get the image of Yunho in a white suit and blue tie out of his head. "Yeah. Hi."
"We're missing black. How lovely." Changmin announced, tapping the printer screen as if his words weren't enough.
"Where are the new catridges?" Junsu stood on his toes to try and see the top shelves.
"I don't know," Jaejoong, Changmin, and Yoochun said in unison. "We don't print things."
Junsu and Yunho gave the three bewildered looks.
Yunho shook his head, "I think they're in one of the cabinets over there. I'll check."
Yoochun examined the laminator while Junsu and Changmin checked out what else could be wrong with the printer.
Jaejoong's eyes followed Yunho's figure as the male opened a greenish grey metal cabinet, imitating Junsu and standing on his tip toes to check the top shelf.
It was then that Jaejoong noticed Yunho was only wearing his blue collared shirt and it was not tucked into his pants. When the younger male reached up to pat around the top shelf, the hem of his shirt rose and Jaejoong unconsciously licked his top lip at the sight of Yunho's exposed tan skin.
"Keep it in your pants, you're going out anyway in two hours," Changmin mused quietly, but loud enough for Jaejoong to hear.
Jaejoong averted his gaze to Changmin and glared.
"Yo, Yunho, you should try the very back of the cabinet, it might be there. Just a suggestion," Changmin called out, and Yunho gave him a thumbs up before lifting both his arms to explore the upper shelf.
Damn you Shim, damn you. Jaejoong growled as more skin was showing. He walked over to Yunho and stood behind him. He cut his brain off and felt his hands rise to the smooth and sunkissed flesh.
Yunho yelped when he felt warm, soft hands touch his lower back. He had found the black ink catridges, but they left his grip when those hands startled him. He spun around to find Jaejoong staring at him equally as shocked, and he retracted his hands as if he had been burned.
The two stared at each other, not breaking eye contact. Jaejoong's fingertips were tingling, and Yunho felt an unfamiliar kind of breeze graze his back.
"I'm growing old here, where's that ink thing?" Changmin's voice broke their eye contact and Yunho gulped, walking past Jaejoong to hand the impatient male the cartridge.
As he passed, Yunho lightly ran a hand down Jaejoong's forearm.
... What?
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Yunho wasn't late, and he pulled into Jaejoong's driveway at exactly 6:49 PM. By the time he mentally prepared himself and did some physical touch ups, it was 6:57 PM. And when he arrived at Jaejoong's front door and rang the door bell, it was 7 PM on the dot.
"Okay, let's do this." Jaejoong said when the door swung open, and Yunho let out a sigh of relief at what the shorter male was wearing.
The printer problem was solved at 5:30 PM, and Yoochun gave up on the laminator. Yunho rushed to pack up his things and leave the office, contemplating on what to wear as he headed home.
He got home at 6:04 PM and was bouncing off the walls, trying to hurry and pick between a suit with the blue tie and just casual clothing. He figured a suit would be too much, and buttoned up a white collared shirt and threw on a blue vest and faded denim jeans.
And by 6:31 he was out the door.
Jaejoong was dressed in a light grey v-neck and also wore jeans.
Good. They were both dressed casually.
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Jaejoong would never admit that he secretly hoped Yunho would show up wearing a white suit, like in his dream, just to see if he looked that good in it in person.
He hid his disappoint well, by blurting out, "Okay, let's do this."
"Right." Yunho swallowed, suddenly very nervous. He felt his palms getting sweaty and he bit his lip, following Jaejoong to his car.
"Where are we going?"
Yunho barely heard his friend over the beating of his heart in his head, realizing he didn't make reservations anywhere. "I'm such an idiot!"
"Why?" Jaejoong buckled himself in. "What's wrong?"
"I... I don't know where we're going, because I didn't really plan anything." Yunho mumbled, cursing himself. He was so intent on getting Jaejoong to agree on the date, and just this morning the other confirmed it. And since it was a work day, he was, well, working.
"I like hot dogs."
"Sorry? Did you say something?"
Jaejoong cleared his throat, "We can just drive around, it doesn't matter. Maybe there are some hot dog vendors around, waiting for us to give them money for a hot dog."
Yunho gaped, and he only nodded when the look on Jaejoong's face showed he was serious.
He backed out of Jaejoong's driveway and headed towards the downtown part of the area, where there was bound to be random things to do.
The ride was silent, music from the radio was softly playing in the background, and Yunho was surprised to hear Jaejoong singing to the song, his voice barely audible.
Yunho parked flush against the curb, figuring that a car was no use downtown at night when a lot of people were walking on the streets. He fed the parking meter and got out of the car, Jaejoong following suit.
"There's something going on tonight," Jaejoong said, acknowledging the crowds of people, more than the usual bunch of teens and adults.
Yunho pointed to a poster plastered onto the parking meter. "3rd Annual SM Night Carnival," he read, feeling Jaejoong's presence by his side.
"Oh, how nice. The Date Gods heard your despair and blessed us with this carnival," Jaejoong joked, tapping Yunho on shoulder, indicating for him to start walking.
Yunho blushed and hung his head so his bangs would cover his eyes. "Haha..."
"Don't beat yourself up, I was only joking." Jaejoong tugged on a lock of Yunho's hair, chuckling when the taller male jerked forward, caught off guard.
"Jaejoong..." Yunho squeaked as the two weaved their way through the many bodies walking aimlessly around, checking out the different activities and food available.
"Yeah? Oh hey! Fireworks at ten o'clock!"
"Should... Should we... Should we hold hands or something?" Yunho asked bashfully, his fingers twitching and the incident where Jaejoong touched his back earlier filled his mind. When he saw the look on Jaejoong's face, he started to stutter, "I mean... O-Only if you w-want too, I... I don't know..."
Jaejoong flipped his frown quickly, trying to beam at his friend. "Sure, if you really want to, er, hold hands."
Be considerate of his feelings. He just said one date, just because we slept together. I mean, come on, I was his first... Jaejoong told himself as Yunho slowly took his hand. We're friends, right? After this, he'll realize there's nothing going on here, and everything will go back to normal.
The two watched a terrifying clown make balloon animals, a man juggle knifes and all sorts of objects, a woman humping a pole (even if it did say she was 'pole dancing'), and different contests citizens participated in.
And the whole time, their hands were locked.
"Cotton candy. We can't attend this carnival and not get cotton candy." Jaejoong stated, practically dragging Yunho towards the stand.
They bought the blue coloured one, and Jaejoong ripped the plastic bag open, ready to stuff his face.
I guess since we are on a date... Jaejoong glanced at Yunho, the two no longer holding hands, and then looked back down at his cotton candy. He ripped a piece off of the big chunk of fluffy goodness and raised it to the taller male's lips.
He would have said "Yunho, say ahhh~", but he wasn't some bubbly girl, so he opted for a different sentence.
"Dude, eat this."
It wasn't the most romantic phrase, but Yunho happily obliged and opened his mouth for Jaejoong to put the candy in.
He didn't expect the younger man's tongue to brush his fingers, even if the contact was only brief.
And yeah, it made him flush red, and swiftly remove his index finger and thumb from Yunho's mouth.
"I haven't had cotton candy in a while." Yunho smiled, his lips tinted the lightest blue. He snaked an arm around Jaejoong's waist, and the older didn't move away as they continued to walk around.
"Jaejoong? Yunho?"
They stopped in their tracks and slowly turned around.
"Are... Are you two on a date?"
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*CN Tower = Toronto's skyline and symbol of Canada (excuse my Canadian-ness and lack of knowledge on stuff/places/buildings in South Korea)
SORRY FOR THE LATENESS! >_< and the fail cliffhanger OTL
But I'M FREE FROM EXAMS! :DDDDDDDDDDDD free for two weeks before I start biology in summer school and start Advanced 1 Ballet Exam preparations...
Please point out grammar and spelling mistakes! ♥
Author: hyuukie
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Part: 4
Summary: After finding out that they had drunken intercourse, Jaejoong and Yunho justify that the most responsible thing to do is start a relationship.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing or DBSK, sadly.
Previous: P1 | P2 | P3
"Argh! What the fuck is this?" Jaejoong stared at himself in the mirror, a scowl gracing his facial features.
"Don't do that, you'll get frown lines. And that makes you really unattractive." Junsu ran a finger horizontally across Jaejoong's forehead, brushing his friend's bangs out of his eyes.
"What's happening? Why am I wearing this suit?" Jaejoong did a three sixty degree turn, inspecting the white tuxedo he was sporting, topped off with a rose pink tie. His bangs were cut just above his eyes and swept to the right, dyed a light brown, and the sides were short. "I don't remember cutting my hair."
"Really? I thought you wanted to cut your hair for your wedding. You told me so, and just last week we went to the hairdresser."
Jaejoong nearly face planted into the mirror at Junsu's words. "Excuse me? My what?!"
"Wedding? In case you forgot," Junsu rolled his eyes and dusted a piece of lint off of Jaejoong's shoulder, "You're getting married today."
"What?! No way!" Jaejoong's eyes doubled in size and he turned away from the mirror to face Junsu. "You're joking! Who?! Who am I getting married to?!"
Junsu took a step back from his friend, in case he made a move to grab him and shake him. People tended to do that when they were in shock and denial. "Are you seriously asking that question?"
"Tell me who the bride is, goddamnit!"
"Not bride... Groom."
Jaejoong didn't break eye contact with Junsu, and the younger male worried his friend's eyes would pop out of their sockets.
"... No." Jaejoong breathed, figuring out who his groom already was. "No. This, this is a joke. A prank. Changmin's just getting back to me because of that time I set his jacket on fire."
"You set Changmin's jacket on fire?"
"THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT!" Jaejoong pushed past his friend to take a white chair and prop it against the wall underneath the high window. "I'm going to climb out of this window, and you're going to help me and then pretend you did not see anything."
Junsu was quick to step in front of Jaejoong, blocking his view and way to the chair he had just set up. "As Yunho's friend, I refuse to let you just walk... Er, climb out on him."
"So it is Yunho! I knew it!" Jaejoong gripped Junsu's right ear and pulled him away to the side. "And as my friend, you'll let me do this."
"Jaejoong, you can't!"
"Why can't I?"
But Jaejoong didn't get a response from the younger. When he turned around to see if Junsu was still there behind him, he was shocked to find that he was no longer in the white room, but in a church. And instead of standing on the metal chair, he was standing in the middle of a pew, looking like an idiot amongst the hundreds of people seated around him.
He scanned the church. everything was white. Everything. The floor, the flowers, the ceiling. He spotted a few familiar faces in the sea of people, and then his eyes finally landed at the front, where the altar was.
Standing there at the front was the priest, Changmin, Yoochun, Junsu and... Yunho. And Jaejoong would be lying if he said the slightly younger male didn't look good in that white tux and blue tie.
"Yah, are you going to come down here to get married or stand there and imitate the CN Tower*?!" Yoochun yelled and Jaejoong heard several people start giggling.
Jaejoong awkwardly cleared his throat and slowly stepped down from the bench. He hung his head low in embarrassment as he maneuvered past people, muttering 'sorry' and 'excuse me'.
Once he was in front of the altar and Yunho, Jaejoong looked up to find the latter grinning at him from ear to ear. He didn't protest when Yunho grabbed his hands, lacing their fingers together.
The priest opened his mouth to start the ceremony---
"The printer's not working!"
All heads snapped towards Changmin, who had moved from his place beside Yoochun. He was now on all fours and nearly underneath the altar, his right hand stroking the marble table.
"What... What are you doing?" Jaejoong breathed out, and from his peripheral vision he saw Yunho's smile falter.
"He's right, and the laminator's also broken." Yoochun was staring at a pot of white flowers that seemed to have taken Changmin's old spot beside him.
"What are you guys talking about?" Jaejoong had never seen this kind of behaviour at a wedding, and it was starting to freak him out. And then it hit him.
Wedding. His wedding. He was getting married.
Jaejoong yanked his hands out of Yunho's grasp, suddenly regretting his decision when the younger's face fell, but did not make a move to put his hands in Yunho's again.
"Do you understand this situation?!" Junsu had somehow teleported in front of him, and Jaejoong soon found himself being shaken by the shoulders. "Jaejoong, snap out of it!"
"What?! What the hell guys?!" Jaejoong managed to shout out, very confused as to the events that were happening.
"Someone slap him!" Yoochun barked.
"I'll do it!" Changmin piped up and was on his feet in a second. He raised his hand and Jaejoong tried to dodge his hand, but found that he couldn't move.
Changmin's palm came in contact with Jaejoong's cheek and---
"AND HE LIVES!" Yoochun's voice was faded and Jaejoong blinked, trying to focus.
"Huh?"
"... You didn't have to hit him, Changmin." Junsu sounded irritated, "That's the third time today."
"Yoochun offered, and who am I to refuse?"
Jaejoong slowly sat up, his head pounding. "Where am I?"
"At work? Where else would you be?"
Jaejoong reached out and touched Yoochun's face, clarifying that the other male was really in front of him. "What time is it?"
"It's nearly five." Yoochun answered. "But back to the main issue. The printer is not working, and the laminator's broken."
"What do you want me to do about it?" Jaejoong rubbed his eyes and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, just in case he had drooled. "Where's Yunho?"
"Oh, you'd like to know, wouldn't you?" Yoochun raised his eyebrows suggestively, casually leaning against the shelf with all the different coloured paper. So they were in the printing room.
"It's not like that!" Jaejoong protested, a million thoughts crossing his mind. "I just had a weird dream, that's all." How the hell did he fall asleep in the printing room? Why was he even in the printing room?
"A dream? About Yunho?" Changmin joined in on the teasing, abondoning his attempts to fix the printer. "What, were you two getting married?"
"Stop it guys, you know Jaejoong would never dream about that kind of thing."
Jaejoong mentally thanked Junsu.
"--- Because you know the dream was about him and Yunho doing it."
And then he mentally kicked Junsu.
Yoochun and Changmin howled with laughter, both men turning back to the broken devices.
Jaejoong decided not to speak about Yunho anymore, "Why are we in the printing room? And how did I fall asleep?"
"Well, Changmin has a trial tomorrow, and I just spoke with his client." Yoochun explained, opening up the front of the laminator, "So Changmin asked Junsu to go print his files and e-mails, but you know how he doesn't like going to the printing room alone, so I accompanied him."
Jaejoong snickered, "Aw, poor baby, still afraid of paper airplanes attacking you and giving you paper cuts the size of a thirty centimeter ruler?"
"You know it's a real thing, Jaejoong, don't deny it! Remember when Hyukjae came out with those gashes on his back that went from---"
"And then we found out the printer was jammed or something, so we called you, Changmin and Yunho to help. And I guess you got bored with us because once you put your head on that table, you were out." Yoochun finished, cutting Junsu off from his 'Hyukjae-almost-bled-to-death-in-the-printer-room' story. But everyone except Junsu knew that the cuts on Hyukjae's back were from Lee Donghae's fingernails when the two thought it would be a good idea to get it on in the printing room.
"Yeah, so it says here that to check out the problems on the printer, you have to go to menu, and then select whatever you think the problem may be." Yunho entered the room, reading off something that looked like a manual. "Try catridges first, you might be missing ink."
"I hope that answers your question as to where Yunho is," Yoochun muttered, elbowing Jaejoong in the ribs.
Yunho turned his head to look at Jaejoong while Changmin did as told, "Oh! You're awake!"
"Er," Jaejoong rubbed the back of his head, very uncomfortable due to his dream. He couldn't get the image of Yunho in a white suit and blue tie out of his head. "Yeah. Hi."
"We're missing black. How lovely." Changmin announced, tapping the printer screen as if his words weren't enough.
"Where are the new catridges?" Junsu stood on his toes to try and see the top shelves.
"I don't know," Jaejoong, Changmin, and Yoochun said in unison. "We don't print things."
Junsu and Yunho gave the three bewildered looks.
Yunho shook his head, "I think they're in one of the cabinets over there. I'll check."
Yoochun examined the laminator while Junsu and Changmin checked out what else could be wrong with the printer.
Jaejoong's eyes followed Yunho's figure as the male opened a greenish grey metal cabinet, imitating Junsu and standing on his tip toes to check the top shelf.
It was then that Jaejoong noticed Yunho was only wearing his blue collared shirt and it was not tucked into his pants. When the younger male reached up to pat around the top shelf, the hem of his shirt rose and Jaejoong unconsciously licked his top lip at the sight of Yunho's exposed tan skin.
"Keep it in your pants, you're going out anyway in two hours," Changmin mused quietly, but loud enough for Jaejoong to hear.
Jaejoong averted his gaze to Changmin and glared.
"Yo, Yunho, you should try the very back of the cabinet, it might be there. Just a suggestion," Changmin called out, and Yunho gave him a thumbs up before lifting both his arms to explore the upper shelf.
Damn you Shim, damn you. Jaejoong growled as more skin was showing. He walked over to Yunho and stood behind him. He cut his brain off and felt his hands rise to the smooth and sunkissed flesh.
Yunho yelped when he felt warm, soft hands touch his lower back. He had found the black ink catridges, but they left his grip when those hands startled him. He spun around to find Jaejoong staring at him equally as shocked, and he retracted his hands as if he had been burned.
The two stared at each other, not breaking eye contact. Jaejoong's fingertips were tingling, and Yunho felt an unfamiliar kind of breeze graze his back.
"I'm growing old here, where's that ink thing?" Changmin's voice broke their eye contact and Yunho gulped, walking past Jaejoong to hand the impatient male the cartridge.
As he passed, Yunho lightly ran a hand down Jaejoong's forearm.
... What?
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Yunho wasn't late, and he pulled into Jaejoong's driveway at exactly 6:49 PM. By the time he mentally prepared himself and did some physical touch ups, it was 6:57 PM. And when he arrived at Jaejoong's front door and rang the door bell, it was 7 PM on the dot.
"Okay, let's do this." Jaejoong said when the door swung open, and Yunho let out a sigh of relief at what the shorter male was wearing.
The printer problem was solved at 5:30 PM, and Yoochun gave up on the laminator. Yunho rushed to pack up his things and leave the office, contemplating on what to wear as he headed home.
He got home at 6:04 PM and was bouncing off the walls, trying to hurry and pick between a suit with the blue tie and just casual clothing. He figured a suit would be too much, and buttoned up a white collared shirt and threw on a blue vest and faded denim jeans.
And by 6:31 he was out the door.
Jaejoong was dressed in a light grey v-neck and also wore jeans.
Good. They were both dressed casually.
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Jaejoong would never admit that he secretly hoped Yunho would show up wearing a white suit, like in his dream, just to see if he looked that good in it in person.
He hid his disappoint well, by blurting out, "Okay, let's do this."
"Right." Yunho swallowed, suddenly very nervous. He felt his palms getting sweaty and he bit his lip, following Jaejoong to his car.
"Where are we going?"
Yunho barely heard his friend over the beating of his heart in his head, realizing he didn't make reservations anywhere. "I'm such an idiot!"
"Why?" Jaejoong buckled himself in. "What's wrong?"
"I... I don't know where we're going, because I didn't really plan anything." Yunho mumbled, cursing himself. He was so intent on getting Jaejoong to agree on the date, and just this morning the other confirmed it. And since it was a work day, he was, well, working.
"I like hot dogs."
"Sorry? Did you say something?"
Jaejoong cleared his throat, "We can just drive around, it doesn't matter. Maybe there are some hot dog vendors around, waiting for us to give them money for a hot dog."
Yunho gaped, and he only nodded when the look on Jaejoong's face showed he was serious.
He backed out of Jaejoong's driveway and headed towards the downtown part of the area, where there was bound to be random things to do.
The ride was silent, music from the radio was softly playing in the background, and Yunho was surprised to hear Jaejoong singing to the song, his voice barely audible.
Yunho parked flush against the curb, figuring that a car was no use downtown at night when a lot of people were walking on the streets. He fed the parking meter and got out of the car, Jaejoong following suit.
"There's something going on tonight," Jaejoong said, acknowledging the crowds of people, more than the usual bunch of teens and adults.
Yunho pointed to a poster plastered onto the parking meter. "3rd Annual SM Night Carnival," he read, feeling Jaejoong's presence by his side.
"Oh, how nice. The Date Gods heard your despair and blessed us with this carnival," Jaejoong joked, tapping Yunho on shoulder, indicating for him to start walking.
Yunho blushed and hung his head so his bangs would cover his eyes. "Haha..."
"Don't beat yourself up, I was only joking." Jaejoong tugged on a lock of Yunho's hair, chuckling when the taller male jerked forward, caught off guard.
"Jaejoong..." Yunho squeaked as the two weaved their way through the many bodies walking aimlessly around, checking out the different activities and food available.
"Yeah? Oh hey! Fireworks at ten o'clock!"
"Should... Should we... Should we hold hands or something?" Yunho asked bashfully, his fingers twitching and the incident where Jaejoong touched his back earlier filled his mind. When he saw the look on Jaejoong's face, he started to stutter, "I mean... O-Only if you w-want too, I... I don't know..."
Jaejoong flipped his frown quickly, trying to beam at his friend. "Sure, if you really want to, er, hold hands."
Be considerate of his feelings. He just said one date, just because we slept together. I mean, come on, I was his first... Jaejoong told himself as Yunho slowly took his hand. We're friends, right? After this, he'll realize there's nothing going on here, and everything will go back to normal.
The two watched a terrifying clown make balloon animals, a man juggle knifes and all sorts of objects, a woman humping a pole (even if it did say she was 'pole dancing'), and different contests citizens participated in.
And the whole time, their hands were locked.
"Cotton candy. We can't attend this carnival and not get cotton candy." Jaejoong stated, practically dragging Yunho towards the stand.
They bought the blue coloured one, and Jaejoong ripped the plastic bag open, ready to stuff his face.
I guess since we are on a date... Jaejoong glanced at Yunho, the two no longer holding hands, and then looked back down at his cotton candy. He ripped a piece off of the big chunk of fluffy goodness and raised it to the taller male's lips.
He would have said "Yunho, say ahhh~", but he wasn't some bubbly girl, so he opted for a different sentence.
"Dude, eat this."
It wasn't the most romantic phrase, but Yunho happily obliged and opened his mouth for Jaejoong to put the candy in.
He didn't expect the younger man's tongue to brush his fingers, even if the contact was only brief.
And yeah, it made him flush red, and swiftly remove his index finger and thumb from Yunho's mouth.
"I haven't had cotton candy in a while." Yunho smiled, his lips tinted the lightest blue. He snaked an arm around Jaejoong's waist, and the older didn't move away as they continued to walk around.
"Jaejoong? Yunho?"
They stopped in their tracks and slowly turned around.
"Are... Are you two on a date?"
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*CN Tower = Toronto's skyline and symbol of Canada (excuse my Canadian-ness and lack of knowledge on stuff/places/buildings in South Korea)
SORRY FOR THE LATENESS! >_< and the fail cliffhanger OTL
But I'M FREE FROM EXAMS! :DDDDDDDDDDDD free for two weeks before I start biology in summer school and start Advanced 1 Ballet Exam preparations...
Please point out grammar and spelling mistakes! ♥