of book stores and word vomit (1/1)
of book stores and word vomit (nc-17) by holdmetightx
jaejoong/yoochun (yunho/changmin, bff!junsu/yoochun ), 5335 words.
sigh, blame it all on a certain someone and the pictures of jaejoong with his fringe pinned back. with each fic i’m just proving that angst is not a word in my dictionary... and that i like to muscle my otp into everything.
warning: sex, swearing and general ridiculousness,
Jaejoong literally falls into Yoochun’s life.
It’s a slow day at the book store Yoochun works in, his only customers an elderly man, a group of girls and the fact that Junsu came in to terrorize him doesn’t count. Outside it’s gorgeous and Yoochun stares through the big glass windows at the front of the store from his perch behind the counter when a blur of colour passes his eye and falls straight through the door.
“Heh,” the blur says from the floor, pulling himself up, “sorry about that.” And with a hand brushing through his dirty-blonde hair, he disappears through the mystery section and into the music biographies. Yoochun can only stare mouth hung open and pull out his phone.
’god’s lost one of his angels, he’s currently glowing in the music bio section. send help asap plz. x’
He texts Junsu, trying to peer around the shelf of nature books from his seat.
’not true~ im currently drowning in caffeine with changmin ^^’
Yoochun doesn’t get a chance to reply because Angel-Blur is standing in front of him, holding out the biography of an English composer and Yoochun has read this book maybe ten thousand times. It all goes downhill from there. But before he starts falling, he texts Junsu,
’i hate you.’
-
Angel-Blur (as Yoochun has dubbed him) comes in the next day and then on the weekend and the week after that. They talk in snippets, just when he’s buying a book or trying to find something but it’s mainly because that’s all that Yoochun can manage, he’s actually very proud that he didn’t faint the first time Angel-Blur spoke to him.
Yoochun finally finds out his name when Angel-Blur’s wallet falls out of his pocket on the way out of the store. It takes a second for Yoochun to spot the wallet on the floor and another second to run out of the store after him.
“H-hey,” he pants out after he runs down the street and taps Angel-Blur on the shoulder, “you dropped your wallet.”
“Oh, thanks...” He trails off and Yoochun catches on after a beat.
“Yoochun.” He prompts, holding out the wallet with an unsteady hand and he takes it with a smile.
“Kim Jaejoong,” Kim Jaejoong answers the unasked question with his plaid shirt and vintage leather satchel and plump, pink lips, “I’ll see you later.” He leaves with a nod of his head and glances back at Yoochun as he turns the corner.
Yoochun apologizes to the elderly lady he nearly runs over when he dances back to the store.
-
Somehow they fall into a routine that neither of them really notices. They talk more and more each day, Jaejoong leaning against the counter and Yoochun sometimes leaning back or busying himself with other things. He even plucks up the courage to joke about whether Jaejoong actually has a job or not and Jaejoong laughs beautiful and bright into the dull of the book store. Yoochun almost cries.
When Jaejoong comes in at the usual time on a Wednesday accompanied by a very tall, very well built, very good-looking man Yoochun immediately suspects the worse.
“Yunho wanted to see where I’ve been disappearing to,” Jaejoong explains after he introduces the man as Yunho, his best friend and Yoochun tries to ignore the nagging doubt in the back of his head, “he thought book store was a code word for something, he doesn’t believe I can read.” Yoochun laughs and watches as Yunho opens his mouth to reply the door to the store opening cuts him off.
“Micky!” Changmin booms as he bursts into the store and Yoochun looks up with wide eyes.
“What did I do now?”
“Nothing,” Changmin’s laughs, holding out a steaming cup of coffee, “as I’m on my break I brought a gift.”
“Micky?” Jaejoong finally offers from where he’s standing, raising an eyebrow as Yoochun all but grabs the coffee out of Changmin’s hands.
“I’ll tell you my life story later,” Yoochun snorts and Changmin gives him a pointed look, “oh, Jaejoong, Yunho this is Changmin.” Changmin grins at them both and the way Yunho looks at Changmin confirms that Yunho’s just Jaejoong’s best friend. Or a very bad boyfriend. Yoochun coughs.
“Well we better get going, Yunho’s been complaining about low caffeine levels all day.” Jaejoong says after looking between Yunho and Changmin and giving Yoochun an exasperated look.
“You can come to the café I work at,” Changmin says with unnaturally bright eyes, “I honestly make the best vanilla latte you will ever taste.”
“He’s not lying.” Yoochun adds in and Yunho looks at Jaejoong expectantly.
“Okay, okay. I’m persuaded.” Jaejoong gives in quickly and Changmin leads the way out of the store, Jaejoong waving to him as the door shuts behind them. Yoochun wonders if he looks that ridiculous when he looks at Jaejoong.
-
There's a day when Jaejoong comes in, flushed from the cold, newly cut and dyed brown hair, fringe pinned back and glasses on and that's when Yoochun knows it's all gone to shit.
"I'm going to die," Yoochun stresses down the phone as he hides under the front counter, Jaejoong browsing the fantasy section and if Yoochun peers around the counter enough he can see the bottom of Jaejoong’s tight, tight jeans, "I'm actually going to die."
-
“I feel like a preteen girl.” Yoochun sighs, sinking back into Changmin’s sofa and hugging the cushion harder to his chest.
“You sound like one too.” Changmin snorts from the armchair, distractedly typing a text as he tries to trip up Junsu when he walks in from the kitchen.
“Not helping.” Yoochun growls, squirming as Junsu lies across the sofa and plops his feet in his lap.
“Well it’s obvious what you need to do,” Junsu says, leaning back against the arm rest, “get to know him, meet his friends, let him meet us, find out whether he likes you, get together, have a few fights, make sweet, sweet love and then run away to Bora Bora and get eloped.”
“I need new friends.” Yoochun whines, but still relaxes into the touch of Junsu’s hand stroking through his hair when he lies down against him.
“You need to grow some balls.” Changmin mutters from the other side of the room and gets a face full of pillow.
-
On Saturday’s the store closes unnaturally late. Yoochun works the evening shift meaning he has to lock up and count the money, which is probably his least favourite thing to do because the book store is old and, according to his manager, haunted. He finishes counting the money, locks it in the safe and goes to lock the main door until he see’s that Jaejoong hasn’t actually left yet. Before he can politely tell Jaejoong, who’s sat in the reading corner, to get the fuck out, he’s cut off.
“It’s later, Micky,” Jaejoong says and pats the arm chair across from him, “tell me your life story.”
“I can’t believe you remembered that,” Yoochun groans and sits down, despite himself, tucking his feet under him, “where should I start?” He asks because he knows that Jaejoong’s not going to take no for an answer.
“Where ever you think it should.” Jaejoong says and Yoochun starts, he starts with family and debt and America and dreams and Micky and piano and somewhere along the line his vision gets blurred but he continues and Jaejoong smiles and listens and nods.
“Your turn.” Yoochun croaks out as the street lamps start flickering on and Jaejoong starts with hesitation, he starts with family too but finishes with custody battles and adoption and singing and they talk until way, way past midnight but there’s never a lull in the conversation and Yoochun doesn’t regret having to walk home in the dark.
He tries to forget about the lingering look Jaejoong gives him at the end of the night when he’s walking away like has more to say, Yoochun puts it down to his imagination.
-
The café’s pretty much empty by the time they arrive, Changmin leaning against the front counter, head in his hands and eyes shut. Yunho mumbles something about buying the drinks before he makes a beeline towards Changmin, who’s still seemingly snoozing on the counter.
“When did this happen?” Yoochun asks, as he, Junsu and Jaejoong sit in the overstuffed arm chairs in the front of the café. They follow his gaze to where Yunho’s brushing a hand over Changmin’s cheek, coaxing him out of his daze. “I swear they only just met a week ago.”
“I don’t know, they just hit it off immediately,” Jaejoong says from his perch on the sofa, “he’s all Yunho talks about.” He continues with a grimace.
“It’s because Changmin has balls.” Junsu mutters from Yoochun’s side and Yoochun aims a kick at him. Yoochun glances up to where Yunho’s supposedly ordering drinks and pulls a face.
“That’s disgusting.” Yoochun points out as Yunho leans across the counter to cup Changmin’s jaw and kiss him all sweet and soft and-
“Absolutely sickening.” Jaejoong adds, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. Changmin holds himself steady with a hand flat out on the counter and smiles into the kiss as Yunho runs his thumb along his jaw line.
“I think it’s quite cute,” Junsu defends and they both give him an incredulous look, “just because you two are bitter and lonely doesn’t mean everyone has to be!” Junsu huffs and pushes himself out of the chair, storming over to Changmin. It takes 20 seconds before Jaejoong’s doubled over laughing and Yoochun has tears in his eyes.
-
micky says: but... what if he’s not gay?
창민 says: ... Seriously? Have you ever looked at him? Or heard him fawning over Bi Rain? I got an ear full the first time we met.
super su ^^ says: chun, there is no way that man is straight. he broke my gaydar.
micky says: you’re not gay, you’re not allowed to have a gay dar.
super su ^^ says: homophobe >:(
창민 says:...
super su ^^ says: ...wait
창민 says: As thrilling as this battle of wits is...
micky says: okay. okayokayokay. i’ll try and tell him tomorrow, but if i spontaneously combust it’s all your fault.
super su ^^ says: HWAITING~~!
창민 says: HWAITING~~!
micky says: SHUT UP~~!
-
It doesn’t take long to realize that Jaejoong is gorgeous inside and out. He makes Yoochun forget that he works a shitty job with shitty pay and after working his shitty hours all he has to look forward to is his shitty apartment. He makes Yoochun feel alive and puts literal hearts in his eyes. Yoochun tries confessing when Jaejoong comes in for one of his weekly visits, he stands in front of Jaejoong full of confidence and the words on the tip of his tongue but--
"Fuhugajeemashhhnch." Jaejoong looks up from his book with a raised eyebrow, a thumb placed next to the sentence he was reading.
"Pardon?" Jaejoong asks, ridiculously polite, the corner of his lip turned up.
"I... Uhm, sorry. Word vomit." Yoochun offers, even though he can feel his brain slowly melting. Nodding slowly, Jaejoong coughs before returning to the book in his hand. Not knowing what to do, Yoochun flails and stutters before scampering back to the counter, pretty much ready to hide under it again.
Jaejoong leaves a minute later, offering Yoochun a smile and a promise of a phone call as he exits the store, leaving Yoochun alone.
"Word vomit? What the fuck, Yoochun?" He whispers to himself, pulling ten different faces of frustration and disgust before collapsing onto the counter in a pile of pathetic.
-
“Oh Chunnie,” Yunho consoles and Yoochun ignores the fact that there’s distinct laughter behind his words, basking in the feel of a hand running through his hair. On the floor in front of the sofa, Changmin can’t breathe and Junsu’s trying so, so hard not to die.
“Excuse me I have to... Uhm...” Junsu chokes out, Changmin looks up from where he’s dying on the floor, tears in his eyes, “check the fridge?” Changmin catches on and perks up.
“And I have to... Answer the phone.” Changmin manages and pushes himself up off the floor exiting the room in a flurry with Junsu close behind. Yoochun can hear them cackling and Changmin collapsing on the floor from the other side of the apartment.
“I hate them both.” Yoochun pouts, dropping his head onto Yunho’s shoulder, thankful that at least one of his friends is sane. Yunho mumbles something incoherent and Yoochun looks up from his shoulder, “what was that?”
“Sorry,” he says and wipes at the side of his mouth, “word vomit.”
-
Somehow on Yoochun’s day off Jaejoong manages to drag him to the practice studios where he works and sit him in front of a piano. It’s a gorgeous, white baby grand and Yoochun knows it’s going to sound amazing before he even plays a note, but he can’t do it.
“I haven’t played in so long.” Yoochun sighs, skimming his fingers over the white keys, pressing his foot down on the sustain pedal.
“But you want to.” Jaejoong says simply, sitting down in the space Yoochun makes for him on the piano bench.
“But I want to.” Yoochun repeats and gives up, forms the C chord with his left hand and presses down, running his hands over random keys with his right hand. He looks to his side and Jaejoong’s already staring at him, “What?”
“Nothing,” Jaejoong shakes his head with a smile, “I just... No, nothing.” Yoochun gives him a confused look, but goes back to the piano, picking out a song full of arpeggios and slow, low notes and then Jaejoong says,
“Hey! I know this,” and starts to sing. Yoochun’s so glad he was born with the ability to multitask because in that moment he has to hold back tears, will himself to not pop a boner and remember how to play the god damn song.
He’s so, so screwed.
-
“I’m so screwed.” Yoochun slurs into the cushions of Junsu’s sofa, hand clenched around some drink that has him stumbling on the border of wasted and absolutely shit-faced. For some reason, Junsu’s lying on him, back to back, butt to butt, giggling hysterically. “This is awkward,” Yoochun notes, dragging out the ‘a’ and wiggling under Junsu.
“No, sh. Bad pillow.” Junsu gets hands-y when he’s drunk and soon there’s two hands reaching back to burrow between Yoochun’s chest and the sofa.
"When you start having love problems, I'm not going to help you." Yoochun says to the pattern of Junsu’s sofa, wriggling some more.
"There will be no love problems for Super Su! I love not only one." Junsu dramatizes and Yoochun knows that his eyes curved in amusement.
"In technical terms, that’s called a slut."
Junsu hits Yoochun over the head and tickles him with stumbling, uncoordinated fingers until he cries and spills his drink all over the carpet.
-
There's a day when Jaejoong strolls in casually, reaches over the front counter and grabs Yoochun's collar, pulling him over and kissing him hard on the mouth. And then he just leaves, the bell over the door tinkling as he returns outside.
"I'm dead," Yoochun whimpers down the phone as he hides under the counter, "so dead." He continues as he runs his thumb along his lips for the hundredth time.
"Changmin asks if he can have your CD collection." Junsu says after a beat and Yoochun hangs up, hitting his head repeatedly on the side of the counter. He gets a text two minutes later,
’u know youre givin ur cds to me not min, rite? x’
-
When work finishes at half past seven, Yoochun finds himself standing in front of the main door to Jaejoong’s apartment block in the freezing cold. He takes a deep, deep breath and presses the button labelled ‘Kim Jaejoong’.
“Hello?” Comes crackling out of the speaker and Yoochun immediately thinks about running away, “hello? Hello? Anyone there?”
“H-Hey.” Yoochun manages, “hi. Uhm, hello. It’s Yoochun.” He flails, thankful that Jaejoong can’t see him dying on his porch. There’s a sharp intake of breath through the speaker and Jaejoong doesn’t reply, just buzzes Yoochun in. The elevator’s broken, of course it is, and Yoochun takes the ridiculous amount of steps two at a time. Jaejoong’s already standing in the door to his apartment when he gets to the 3rd floor.
“Hi.” Jaejoong smiles tight and Yoochun nods in response, trying to catch his breath. There’s a silence; a long, painful silence with Yoochun tugging at his sleeves and Jaejoong pushing the door back and forth between two of his fingers. When Yoochun looks up from the stain on the floor, Jaejoong opens his mouth to speak but Yoochun gets in there first.
“Why’d you kiss me?” He blurts out with wide-eyes and fumbling hands. Jaejoong runs a hand through his hair.
“Because... Because every time I tried to tell you I liked you in a more than friendly way I became this gooey, blubbering mess.” Jaejoong rushes out, eyes fixated on a spot on Yoochun’s left shoulder. Yoochun gapes because seriously, when did this happen?
“... You... What?” Yoochun tries.
“I mean, I’ve tried so many times and each time it just won’t come out.” Yoochun stares with wide-eyes.
“You’re kidding me, right?” He pauses and shakes his head, “no, seriously, what?” And proceeds to double over laughing.
“This isn’t very reassuring.” Jaejoong murmurs, crossing his arms and leaning against the door.
“No, It’s just that-“ Yoochun lets a giggle escape his mouth, rubbing at his aching cheeks, “-I’m the one that’s always a flailing mess around you.” Jaejoong looks unconvinced, “I said word vomit, I hid under a counter, I forgot to breathe when you were singing!”
“I thought that was just you being cute.” Jaejoong shrugs and he looks so honest that Yoochun can only stare, mentally going over the conversation again.
“... You must really like me.” Jaejoong offers a sheepish grin and there’s a light flush to his cheeks and Yoochun manages to mumble out “fuck it” before he’s curling a hand around Jaejoong’s neck and kissing him.
The kiss starts with slow open mouth presses, Yoochun’s bottom lip in between both of Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong’s hand pressing warmth against his shoulder. When he deepens the kiss with a step forward and a hand on Jaejoong’s hip, Jaejoong makes a noise in the back of his throat and pulls back.
“No,” Jaejoong says, chest heaving and Yoochun gapes, “no, we’re going to do this properly, first date and everything,” Yoochun gapes some more, “pick me up at 7 tomorrow.” Jaejoong finishes, pushing Yoochun out the door and slamming it shut.
“B-but... Where do I take you?” Yoochun shouts at the shut door and when there’s no reply he huffs and glares and he’s back to being a blubbering mess. Despite that he does not skip all the way home.
Except for the fact that he does.
-
micky says: QUICK! MIN! i need an idea for a first date. what did you do for yunho?
창민says: Awwwwww, you and Jaejoong finally decided to stop being pussies. *~^o^~*
micky says: FIRST DATE IDEAS. NOW. NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW.
micky says: NOWNOWNWONWOWOWWIFSDFKAWOKFDDWE.
창민says: Jesus, fine. Well, I cooked dinner for Yunho and we watched movies and stuff.
micky says: and stuff. helpful, min. especially because i cant cook.
창민says: ¬_¬
창민 says: You make my life so hard. Sigh.
창민 says: Just, you’ll know what to do, it will come to you~
micky says: ...
micky says: brb weeping in a corner.
창민 says: MICKY YOOCHUN, HWAITING~!!! ^______________^
micky says: ihu.
micky has signed off.
-
“This is so cheesy,” Yoochun sighs as he stares down at the packed picnic basket, “so, so cheesy.”
“It actually makes me want to puke,” Yunho adds from his place behind Changmin, arms hooked around his waist, “but... In a good way?” He insists as he watches Yoochun flail hopelessly, pulling at the low cut collar of his shirt.
“You used to be nice,” Yoochun scowls, “is snark contagious?” Changmin has the decency to try and hide his smug expression.
“Now leave, lover-boy,” Changmin says as he shuffle-steps forward with Yunho still attached to his waist, “your princess a-waits.” With a roll of his eyes, Yoochun gathers the picnic basket in his arms and makes his way towards the front door. The door’s already closed behind him when he looks back for moral support and he glares, the ‘supportive’ text from Junsu doing absolutely nothing.
’gd luck~! :3 remember, if evrythin goes wrong 2 glasses of wine will hav him wasted. ^^ <3~’
’... is this why you don’t have a girlfriend?’
-
“I think I’ve finally lost all of my dignity.” Yoochun comments as he kills the engine, leaning over the seat to grab the picnic basket before getting out and rushing around the car to open Jaejoong’s door. With their fingers threading together, Yoochun leads Jaejoong away from the car and to the side of the hill they’re parked on, the side which overlooks the whole town.
“What have you got planned?” Jaejoong says as Yoochun stops and places the basket on the floor, moving to rummage through it.
“Uhm, candles and chocolate covered strawberries?” Yoochun answers, pulling out one of the two blankets and placing it on the floor. When he gets no reply, he sighs, “I know, it’s so cheesy.” But when he looks up Jaejoong’s staring at him with something akin to adoration.
“Are you real?” Jaejoong whispers, outstretching his hand and running it along Yoochun’s cheek as if to check Yoochun’s actually there. Not blushing and melting is all Yoochun can manage in the moment when Jaejoong whispers “seriously, this is so sweet,” and pulls Yoochun in for a kiss.
“There are fireworks too.” Yoochun whispers into the air when they pull back, “I pulled some strings,” is all Yoochun says when Jaejoong gives him a questioning look, because he doesn’t want to think about Junsu on the field next to the hill with matches and explosives.
They spread out on the blanket and Yoochun grabs the other one to wrap around them. They sit and they feed each other the strawberries and kiss through sticky sweet laughter and Jaejoong presses closer to Yoochun when the first firework is set off.
Yoochun doesn’t really care much about his dignity anymore.
-
“So unfair,” Jaejoong murmurs against Yoochun’s lips as he presses him against the door, fumbling with the door knob. Yoochun makes a little incoherent noise before kissing Jaejoong again, his hand fisted in his shirt. “You... You come over with your stupid romantic date and your stupid cute smile and your stupid hot collarbone on show and your stupid perfectly swept over hair and-“ he cuts himself off by kissing Yoochun again, burying his fingers in said stupid-perfectly-swept-over-hair. Pulling back slightly, he keeps the distance between them at the minimum and lets his lips rest against Yoochun’s, “I don’t normally put out on first dates, but...”
“There’s a first for everything?” Yoochun tries, hooking his fingers into the waistband Jaejoong’s jeans, pulling him closer as he fumbles with his keys.
“There’s a first for everything.” Jaejoong repeats and nods and opens the door and rolls his hips and kisses Yoochun until he can’t breathe.
-
Jaejoong refuses to do more than this, refuses to drop all of his morals but it’s not like Yoochun’s complaining, he even takes it upon himself to strip off Jaejoong’s shirt, lick around his nipple ring down to his navel piercing and press a slick finger inside of him. With a sigh and a hitch of breathe, Yoochun licks a line up Jaejoong’s cock, mouthing over the head and basking in the whimper that falls out of Jaejoong’s mouth.
“I am so far gone.” Jaejoong whispers into the air, head pressed back into the pillow, the long column of his neck on show and Yoochun curls his finger inside of him, “so far gone.”
-
They fall into a new routine; Jaejoong still visiting regularly, still greeting Yoochun with a blinding smile but now it’s along with a kiss and a hand brushing down his arm. He flirts with the groups of teenage girls that file in just to make them blush and Yoochun still asks him whether he actually has a job. Junsu still teases Yoochun and Jaejoong and Yoochun still gag at Changmin and Yunho’s P.D.A but everything feels warmer around the edges.
They celebrate their one month and then their second month, Jaejoong leaving a card out for Yoochun which said simply ‘i’m so lucky’ and Yoochun pressing Jaejoong against the back of the shower, making him cum so hard he can’t see straight. For some reason it never stops feeling as new as it did on the first day and Yoochun might as well be living with Jaejoong from the amount of time he spends there.
Honestly, it’s perfect.
-
Yoochun’s reclined on the armchair with his laptop when Jaejoong sidles in from the kitchen and drapes himself across the armrest. Acknowledging Jaejoong with a brief look and a full blown smile, Yoochun goes back to typing on his laptop. Jaejoong huffs and tenses and jumps up from the arm chair.
“You know what?” Jaejoong shrieks and Yoochun looks up startled, “fuck you Park Yoochun!” And he storms out, leaving Yoochun completely, completely confused.
micky says: ...su...
super su ^^ says: ...yes...
micky says: i think im in a fight with jae.
super su ^^ says: what did you do?
micky says: uhm... i really don’t know? he just stormed out.
super su ^^ says: finally realized what a failure at life you are, huh?
super su ^^ says: well it was bound to happen one day.
micky says: you’re not helping >:(
super su ^^ says: wasn’t trying to ^^
micky says: >:(
super su ^^ says: >:)
Jaejoong doesn’t pick up his phone and Yoochun’s frantic, phoning Yunho and Changmin (completely avoiding Junsu’s teasing) but mostly trying to figure out what the hell he did wrong.
-
It’s past midnight when the front door finally opens but Yoochun’s passed out fully clothed on the bed, phone clutched in his hand and laptop whirring next to his head. With a sigh Jaejoong shuts the door to the bedroom softly, using the light from the laptop and the moon shining through the open curtains to shift towards the bed. He runs a hand down Yoochun’s cheek, revelling in the warmth against his cold hand but it makes Yoochun shift in his sleep. Yoochun’s hand comes up to wrap around his and his eyes flutter open with a smile when he sees it’s Jaejoong standing over him. There’s a moment of silence.
“Am I really that undesirable?” Jaejoong whispers into the room, staring down at Yoochun with red-rimmed eyes and dishevelled hair. Honestly, to Yoochun, he still looks perfect.
“What?” Yoochun says with his eyebrows knitted together, sitting up on the edge of the bed but still not letting go of Jaejoong’s hand.
“I basically throw myself at you,” he throws up his free arm in frustration, “and you don’t do anything about it. Yes, we’ve done stuff but we haven’t gone all the way yet, it’s like you don’t want to.” Yoochun stares because, what? He grabs Jaejoong’s other hand and pulls him between his legs and Jaejoong lets him, tired from wandering the streets and over thinking.
“You’re so stupid,” Yoochun hums as he rests his cheek on Jaejoong’s chest and wraps his legs loosely around Jaejoong’s ankles, Jaejoong glares at his head, “seriously, you’re really stupid.”
“Well if you’re going to just insult me...” Jaejoong huffs and tries to push out of the embrace, but Yoochun holds on.
“How could you think I wouldn’t want you? I basically spend half of my time drooling over you and the other half wondering how I even managed to get someone as perfect as you,” he pulls back to look up at Jaejoong, “I was waiting for you, I wanted you to tell me when you were ready.” Jaejoong blushes and pushes at Yoochun’s shoulder until he’s lying back on the bed.
“I’m sorry.” Jaejoong whispers, letting Yoochun shuffle up the bed and move the laptop to the floor before he lies down next to him. Yoochun kisses the worry out of Jaejoong’s forehead and the lines next to his eyes, trailing his lips down to the side of his mouth.
“You need to tell me what’s wrong instead of just screaming at me,” Yoochun says with a smile, shifting closer to Jaejoong, “I love you but I can’t read your mind.”
“You what?” Jaejoong flips onto his side and looks Yoochun straight in the eyes.
“I can’t read your mind?”
“N-no... The other thing.” Yoochun blushes, ducks his head and entwines their fingers.
“I love you,” Yoochun rushes out, “a lot, probably more than I should seeing as we haven’t been together for long.” Jaejoong nods all slow and soft with wide eyes and parted lips and kisses the air out of Yoochun’s lungs.
-
“How do you want it?” Yoochun pants as Jaejoong finally pulls off his underwear, grinding up against Yoochun. Kissing him again, Jaejoong arches up into Yoochun, holding their bodies as close as he can. Yoochun trails the kisses down Jaejoong’s chin until he’s sucking at his pulse, a thumb swiping over the jut of his hip bone.
“I want,” Jaejoong whispers into Yoochun’s ear, “I want to ride you. Fuck, I want to be in your lap and I want to ride you until can’t think.” Jaejoong’s voice is so low and hot that Yoochun shivers and bucks his hips with a moan.
It takes a second for them to shuffle around, for Yoochun to get his fingers slicked and Jaejoong to find a condom, for Yoochun to get comfortable and Jaejoong to straddle his lap. Yoochun reaches under him, circles the hole with his finger before pressing it inside, soothing it with a lick to Jaejoong’s pierced nipple.
“Fu-uck,” Jaejoong sobs out, somehow making it into two syllables as Yoochun’s finger curls inside of him. He adds a second finger and Jaejoong leans down, cups Yoochun’s face and distracts himself with kissing him as the burn gets a little too much. With a twist, Yoochun thrusts his fingers into Jaejoong and Jaejoong whimpers immediately, the hand in Yoochun’s hair tightening. Jaejoong makes it clear that he’s ready when he becomes relaxed, head falling onto Yoochun’s shoulder and he starts pushing back against the thrusts of Yoochun’s fingers.
“Ready?” Yoochun says against Jaejoong’s cheek although he already knows the answer, already starting to pull his fingers out and reach for the condom packet. With a slow nod, Jaejoong steals the condom out of Yoochun’s hands with fumbling fingers, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it onto Yoochun’s length. The lingering hand makes Yoochun groan low and loud into the room.
They get into position and Jaejoong steadies himself with a shaky breath, his head falling back as he sinks down onto Yoochun. Yoochun lets out a hot rush of air against Jaejoong’s chest, trying to stop his hips from snapping up by squeezing eyes shut.
“We should fight more if this is how it ends up,” Yoochun says into the dip of Jaejoong’s collarbone as Jaejoong presses down more, fully sitting in Yoochun’s lap.
“Ruining the moment.” Jaejoong manages to choke out, his arms coming up to wrap around Yoochun’s neck as he starts to rock his hips. Yoochun can’t reply because he’s too busy dying under the unbearable heat surrounding him, meeting Jaejoong’s thrusts and kissing every span of skin available before crushing their mouths together.
-
After, when they’re completely spent and Yoochun’s curled up behind Jaejoong, an arm secure around his waist and his face buried in Jaejoong’s hair, he sighs.
“How do you feel about Bora Bora?”
yaaay first dbsk fic. idk, you might be able to tell i got kinda lazy towards the end, i was so determined to finish this by today. there might be a few mistakes but i'm hoping not. idk this was ridiculous, but i never like anything i write. :D happy days.
jaejoong/yoochun (yunho/changmin, bff!junsu/yoochun ), 5335 words.
sigh, blame it all on a certain someone and the pictures of jaejoong with his fringe pinned back. with each fic i’m just proving that angst is not a word in my dictionary... and that i like to muscle my otp into everything.
warning: sex, swearing and general ridiculousness,
Jaejoong literally falls into Yoochun’s life.
It’s a slow day at the book store Yoochun works in, his only customers an elderly man, a group of girls and the fact that Junsu came in to terrorize him doesn’t count. Outside it’s gorgeous and Yoochun stares through the big glass windows at the front of the store from his perch behind the counter when a blur of colour passes his eye and falls straight through the door.
“Heh,” the blur says from the floor, pulling himself up, “sorry about that.” And with a hand brushing through his dirty-blonde hair, he disappears through the mystery section and into the music biographies. Yoochun can only stare mouth hung open and pull out his phone.
’god’s lost one of his angels, he’s currently glowing in the music bio section. send help asap plz. x’
He texts Junsu, trying to peer around the shelf of nature books from his seat.
’not true~ im currently drowning in caffeine with changmin ^^’
Yoochun doesn’t get a chance to reply because Angel-Blur is standing in front of him, holding out the biography of an English composer and Yoochun has read this book maybe ten thousand times. It all goes downhill from there. But before he starts falling, he texts Junsu,
’i hate you.’
-
Angel-Blur (as Yoochun has dubbed him) comes in the next day and then on the weekend and the week after that. They talk in snippets, just when he’s buying a book or trying to find something but it’s mainly because that’s all that Yoochun can manage, he’s actually very proud that he didn’t faint the first time Angel-Blur spoke to him.
Yoochun finally finds out his name when Angel-Blur’s wallet falls out of his pocket on the way out of the store. It takes a second for Yoochun to spot the wallet on the floor and another second to run out of the store after him.
“H-hey,” he pants out after he runs down the street and taps Angel-Blur on the shoulder, “you dropped your wallet.”
“Oh, thanks...” He trails off and Yoochun catches on after a beat.
“Yoochun.” He prompts, holding out the wallet with an unsteady hand and he takes it with a smile.
“Kim Jaejoong,” Kim Jaejoong answers the unasked question with his plaid shirt and vintage leather satchel and plump, pink lips, “I’ll see you later.” He leaves with a nod of his head and glances back at Yoochun as he turns the corner.
Yoochun apologizes to the elderly lady he nearly runs over when he dances back to the store.
-
Somehow they fall into a routine that neither of them really notices. They talk more and more each day, Jaejoong leaning against the counter and Yoochun sometimes leaning back or busying himself with other things. He even plucks up the courage to joke about whether Jaejoong actually has a job or not and Jaejoong laughs beautiful and bright into the dull of the book store. Yoochun almost cries.
When Jaejoong comes in at the usual time on a Wednesday accompanied by a very tall, very well built, very good-looking man Yoochun immediately suspects the worse.
“Yunho wanted to see where I’ve been disappearing to,” Jaejoong explains after he introduces the man as Yunho, his best friend and Yoochun tries to ignore the nagging doubt in the back of his head, “he thought book store was a code word for something, he doesn’t believe I can read.” Yoochun laughs and watches as Yunho opens his mouth to reply the door to the store opening cuts him off.
“Micky!” Changmin booms as he bursts into the store and Yoochun looks up with wide eyes.
“What did I do now?”
“Nothing,” Changmin’s laughs, holding out a steaming cup of coffee, “as I’m on my break I brought a gift.”
“Micky?” Jaejoong finally offers from where he’s standing, raising an eyebrow as Yoochun all but grabs the coffee out of Changmin’s hands.
“I’ll tell you my life story later,” Yoochun snorts and Changmin gives him a pointed look, “oh, Jaejoong, Yunho this is Changmin.” Changmin grins at them both and the way Yunho looks at Changmin confirms that Yunho’s just Jaejoong’s best friend. Or a very bad boyfriend. Yoochun coughs.
“Well we better get going, Yunho’s been complaining about low caffeine levels all day.” Jaejoong says after looking between Yunho and Changmin and giving Yoochun an exasperated look.
“You can come to the café I work at,” Changmin says with unnaturally bright eyes, “I honestly make the best vanilla latte you will ever taste.”
“He’s not lying.” Yoochun adds in and Yunho looks at Jaejoong expectantly.
“Okay, okay. I’m persuaded.” Jaejoong gives in quickly and Changmin leads the way out of the store, Jaejoong waving to him as the door shuts behind them. Yoochun wonders if he looks that ridiculous when he looks at Jaejoong.
-
There's a day when Jaejoong comes in, flushed from the cold, newly cut and dyed brown hair, fringe pinned back and glasses on and that's when Yoochun knows it's all gone to shit.
"I'm going to die," Yoochun stresses down the phone as he hides under the front counter, Jaejoong browsing the fantasy section and if Yoochun peers around the counter enough he can see the bottom of Jaejoong’s tight, tight jeans, "I'm actually going to die."
-
“I feel like a preteen girl.” Yoochun sighs, sinking back into Changmin’s sofa and hugging the cushion harder to his chest.
“You sound like one too.” Changmin snorts from the armchair, distractedly typing a text as he tries to trip up Junsu when he walks in from the kitchen.
“Not helping.” Yoochun growls, squirming as Junsu lies across the sofa and plops his feet in his lap.
“Well it’s obvious what you need to do,” Junsu says, leaning back against the arm rest, “get to know him, meet his friends, let him meet us, find out whether he likes you, get together, have a few fights, make sweet, sweet love and then run away to Bora Bora and get eloped.”
“I need new friends.” Yoochun whines, but still relaxes into the touch of Junsu’s hand stroking through his hair when he lies down against him.
“You need to grow some balls.” Changmin mutters from the other side of the room and gets a face full of pillow.
-
On Saturday’s the store closes unnaturally late. Yoochun works the evening shift meaning he has to lock up and count the money, which is probably his least favourite thing to do because the book store is old and, according to his manager, haunted. He finishes counting the money, locks it in the safe and goes to lock the main door until he see’s that Jaejoong hasn’t actually left yet. Before he can politely tell Jaejoong, who’s sat in the reading corner, to get the fuck out, he’s cut off.
“It’s later, Micky,” Jaejoong says and pats the arm chair across from him, “tell me your life story.”
“I can’t believe you remembered that,” Yoochun groans and sits down, despite himself, tucking his feet under him, “where should I start?” He asks because he knows that Jaejoong’s not going to take no for an answer.
“Where ever you think it should.” Jaejoong says and Yoochun starts, he starts with family and debt and America and dreams and Micky and piano and somewhere along the line his vision gets blurred but he continues and Jaejoong smiles and listens and nods.
“Your turn.” Yoochun croaks out as the street lamps start flickering on and Jaejoong starts with hesitation, he starts with family too but finishes with custody battles and adoption and singing and they talk until way, way past midnight but there’s never a lull in the conversation and Yoochun doesn’t regret having to walk home in the dark.
He tries to forget about the lingering look Jaejoong gives him at the end of the night when he’s walking away like has more to say, Yoochun puts it down to his imagination.
-
The café’s pretty much empty by the time they arrive, Changmin leaning against the front counter, head in his hands and eyes shut. Yunho mumbles something about buying the drinks before he makes a beeline towards Changmin, who’s still seemingly snoozing on the counter.
“When did this happen?” Yoochun asks, as he, Junsu and Jaejoong sit in the overstuffed arm chairs in the front of the café. They follow his gaze to where Yunho’s brushing a hand over Changmin’s cheek, coaxing him out of his daze. “I swear they only just met a week ago.”
“I don’t know, they just hit it off immediately,” Jaejoong says from his perch on the sofa, “he’s all Yunho talks about.” He continues with a grimace.
“It’s because Changmin has balls.” Junsu mutters from Yoochun’s side and Yoochun aims a kick at him. Yoochun glances up to where Yunho’s supposedly ordering drinks and pulls a face.
“That’s disgusting.” Yoochun points out as Yunho leans across the counter to cup Changmin’s jaw and kiss him all sweet and soft and-
“Absolutely sickening.” Jaejoong adds, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. Changmin holds himself steady with a hand flat out on the counter and smiles into the kiss as Yunho runs his thumb along his jaw line.
“I think it’s quite cute,” Junsu defends and they both give him an incredulous look, “just because you two are bitter and lonely doesn’t mean everyone has to be!” Junsu huffs and pushes himself out of the chair, storming over to Changmin. It takes 20 seconds before Jaejoong’s doubled over laughing and Yoochun has tears in his eyes.
-
micky says: but... what if he’s not gay?
창민 says: ... Seriously? Have you ever looked at him? Or heard him fawning over Bi Rain? I got an ear full the first time we met.
super su ^^ says: chun, there is no way that man is straight. he broke my gaydar.
micky says: you’re not gay, you’re not allowed to have a gay dar.
super su ^^ says: homophobe >:(
창민 says:...
super su ^^ says: ...wait
창민 says: As thrilling as this battle of wits is...
micky says: okay. okayokayokay. i’ll try and tell him tomorrow, but if i spontaneously combust it’s all your fault.
super su ^^ says: HWAITING~~!
창민 says: HWAITING~~!
micky says: SHUT UP~~!
-
It doesn’t take long to realize that Jaejoong is gorgeous inside and out. He makes Yoochun forget that he works a shitty job with shitty pay and after working his shitty hours all he has to look forward to is his shitty apartment. He makes Yoochun feel alive and puts literal hearts in his eyes. Yoochun tries confessing when Jaejoong comes in for one of his weekly visits, he stands in front of Jaejoong full of confidence and the words on the tip of his tongue but--
"Fuhugajeemashhhnch." Jaejoong looks up from his book with a raised eyebrow, a thumb placed next to the sentence he was reading.
"Pardon?" Jaejoong asks, ridiculously polite, the corner of his lip turned up.
"I... Uhm, sorry. Word vomit." Yoochun offers, even though he can feel his brain slowly melting. Nodding slowly, Jaejoong coughs before returning to the book in his hand. Not knowing what to do, Yoochun flails and stutters before scampering back to the counter, pretty much ready to hide under it again.
Jaejoong leaves a minute later, offering Yoochun a smile and a promise of a phone call as he exits the store, leaving Yoochun alone.
"Word vomit? What the fuck, Yoochun?" He whispers to himself, pulling ten different faces of frustration and disgust before collapsing onto the counter in a pile of pathetic.
-
“Oh Chunnie,” Yunho consoles and Yoochun ignores the fact that there’s distinct laughter behind his words, basking in the feel of a hand running through his hair. On the floor in front of the sofa, Changmin can’t breathe and Junsu’s trying so, so hard not to die.
“Excuse me I have to... Uhm...” Junsu chokes out, Changmin looks up from where he’s dying on the floor, tears in his eyes, “check the fridge?” Changmin catches on and perks up.
“And I have to... Answer the phone.” Changmin manages and pushes himself up off the floor exiting the room in a flurry with Junsu close behind. Yoochun can hear them cackling and Changmin collapsing on the floor from the other side of the apartment.
“I hate them both.” Yoochun pouts, dropping his head onto Yunho’s shoulder, thankful that at least one of his friends is sane. Yunho mumbles something incoherent and Yoochun looks up from his shoulder, “what was that?”
“Sorry,” he says and wipes at the side of his mouth, “word vomit.”
-
Somehow on Yoochun’s day off Jaejoong manages to drag him to the practice studios where he works and sit him in front of a piano. It’s a gorgeous, white baby grand and Yoochun knows it’s going to sound amazing before he even plays a note, but he can’t do it.
“I haven’t played in so long.” Yoochun sighs, skimming his fingers over the white keys, pressing his foot down on the sustain pedal.
“But you want to.” Jaejoong says simply, sitting down in the space Yoochun makes for him on the piano bench.
“But I want to.” Yoochun repeats and gives up, forms the C chord with his left hand and presses down, running his hands over random keys with his right hand. He looks to his side and Jaejoong’s already staring at him, “What?”
“Nothing,” Jaejoong shakes his head with a smile, “I just... No, nothing.” Yoochun gives him a confused look, but goes back to the piano, picking out a song full of arpeggios and slow, low notes and then Jaejoong says,
“Hey! I know this,” and starts to sing. Yoochun’s so glad he was born with the ability to multitask because in that moment he has to hold back tears, will himself to not pop a boner and remember how to play the god damn song.
He’s so, so screwed.
-
“I’m so screwed.” Yoochun slurs into the cushions of Junsu’s sofa, hand clenched around some drink that has him stumbling on the border of wasted and absolutely shit-faced. For some reason, Junsu’s lying on him, back to back, butt to butt, giggling hysterically. “This is awkward,” Yoochun notes, dragging out the ‘a’ and wiggling under Junsu.
“No, sh. Bad pillow.” Junsu gets hands-y when he’s drunk and soon there’s two hands reaching back to burrow between Yoochun’s chest and the sofa.
"When you start having love problems, I'm not going to help you." Yoochun says to the pattern of Junsu’s sofa, wriggling some more.
"There will be no love problems for Super Su! I love not only one." Junsu dramatizes and Yoochun knows that his eyes curved in amusement.
"In technical terms, that’s called a slut."
Junsu hits Yoochun over the head and tickles him with stumbling, uncoordinated fingers until he cries and spills his drink all over the carpet.
-
There's a day when Jaejoong strolls in casually, reaches over the front counter and grabs Yoochun's collar, pulling him over and kissing him hard on the mouth. And then he just leaves, the bell over the door tinkling as he returns outside.
"I'm dead," Yoochun whimpers down the phone as he hides under the counter, "so dead." He continues as he runs his thumb along his lips for the hundredth time.
"Changmin asks if he can have your CD collection." Junsu says after a beat and Yoochun hangs up, hitting his head repeatedly on the side of the counter. He gets a text two minutes later,
’u know youre givin ur cds to me not min, rite? x’
-
When work finishes at half past seven, Yoochun finds himself standing in front of the main door to Jaejoong’s apartment block in the freezing cold. He takes a deep, deep breath and presses the button labelled ‘Kim Jaejoong’.
“Hello?” Comes crackling out of the speaker and Yoochun immediately thinks about running away, “hello? Hello? Anyone there?”
“H-Hey.” Yoochun manages, “hi. Uhm, hello. It’s Yoochun.” He flails, thankful that Jaejoong can’t see him dying on his porch. There’s a sharp intake of breath through the speaker and Jaejoong doesn’t reply, just buzzes Yoochun in. The elevator’s broken, of course it is, and Yoochun takes the ridiculous amount of steps two at a time. Jaejoong’s already standing in the door to his apartment when he gets to the 3rd floor.
“Hi.” Jaejoong smiles tight and Yoochun nods in response, trying to catch his breath. There’s a silence; a long, painful silence with Yoochun tugging at his sleeves and Jaejoong pushing the door back and forth between two of his fingers. When Yoochun looks up from the stain on the floor, Jaejoong opens his mouth to speak but Yoochun gets in there first.
“Why’d you kiss me?” He blurts out with wide-eyes and fumbling hands. Jaejoong runs a hand through his hair.
“Because... Because every time I tried to tell you I liked you in a more than friendly way I became this gooey, blubbering mess.” Jaejoong rushes out, eyes fixated on a spot on Yoochun’s left shoulder. Yoochun gapes because seriously, when did this happen?
“... You... What?” Yoochun tries.
“I mean, I’ve tried so many times and each time it just won’t come out.” Yoochun stares with wide-eyes.
“You’re kidding me, right?” He pauses and shakes his head, “no, seriously, what?” And proceeds to double over laughing.
“This isn’t very reassuring.” Jaejoong murmurs, crossing his arms and leaning against the door.
“No, It’s just that-“ Yoochun lets a giggle escape his mouth, rubbing at his aching cheeks, “-I’m the one that’s always a flailing mess around you.” Jaejoong looks unconvinced, “I said word vomit, I hid under a counter, I forgot to breathe when you were singing!”
“I thought that was just you being cute.” Jaejoong shrugs and he looks so honest that Yoochun can only stare, mentally going over the conversation again.
“... You must really like me.” Jaejoong offers a sheepish grin and there’s a light flush to his cheeks and Yoochun manages to mumble out “fuck it” before he’s curling a hand around Jaejoong’s neck and kissing him.
The kiss starts with slow open mouth presses, Yoochun’s bottom lip in between both of Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong’s hand pressing warmth against his shoulder. When he deepens the kiss with a step forward and a hand on Jaejoong’s hip, Jaejoong makes a noise in the back of his throat and pulls back.
“No,” Jaejoong says, chest heaving and Yoochun gapes, “no, we’re going to do this properly, first date and everything,” Yoochun gapes some more, “pick me up at 7 tomorrow.” Jaejoong finishes, pushing Yoochun out the door and slamming it shut.
“B-but... Where do I take you?” Yoochun shouts at the shut door and when there’s no reply he huffs and glares and he’s back to being a blubbering mess. Despite that he does not skip all the way home.
Except for the fact that he does.
-
micky says: QUICK! MIN! i need an idea for a first date. what did you do for yunho?
창민says: Awwwwww, you and Jaejoong finally decided to stop being pussies. *~^o^~*
micky says: FIRST DATE IDEAS. NOW. NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW.
micky says: NOWNOWNWONWOWOWWIFSDFKAWOKFDDWE.
창민says: Jesus, fine. Well, I cooked dinner for Yunho and we watched movies and stuff.
micky says: and stuff. helpful, min. especially because i cant cook.
창민says: ¬_¬
창민 says: You make my life so hard. Sigh.
창민 says: Just, you’ll know what to do, it will come to you~
micky says: ...
micky says: brb weeping in a corner.
창민 says: MICKY YOOCHUN, HWAITING~!!! ^______________^
micky says: ihu.
micky has signed off.
-
“This is so cheesy,” Yoochun sighs as he stares down at the packed picnic basket, “so, so cheesy.”
“It actually makes me want to puke,” Yunho adds from his place behind Changmin, arms hooked around his waist, “but... In a good way?” He insists as he watches Yoochun flail hopelessly, pulling at the low cut collar of his shirt.
“You used to be nice,” Yoochun scowls, “is snark contagious?” Changmin has the decency to try and hide his smug expression.
“Now leave, lover-boy,” Changmin says as he shuffle-steps forward with Yunho still attached to his waist, “your princess a-waits.” With a roll of his eyes, Yoochun gathers the picnic basket in his arms and makes his way towards the front door. The door’s already closed behind him when he looks back for moral support and he glares, the ‘supportive’ text from Junsu doing absolutely nothing.
’gd luck~! :3 remember, if evrythin goes wrong 2 glasses of wine will hav him wasted. ^^ <3~’
’... is this why you don’t have a girlfriend?’
-
“I think I’ve finally lost all of my dignity.” Yoochun comments as he kills the engine, leaning over the seat to grab the picnic basket before getting out and rushing around the car to open Jaejoong’s door. With their fingers threading together, Yoochun leads Jaejoong away from the car and to the side of the hill they’re parked on, the side which overlooks the whole town.
“What have you got planned?” Jaejoong says as Yoochun stops and places the basket on the floor, moving to rummage through it.
“Uhm, candles and chocolate covered strawberries?” Yoochun answers, pulling out one of the two blankets and placing it on the floor. When he gets no reply, he sighs, “I know, it’s so cheesy.” But when he looks up Jaejoong’s staring at him with something akin to adoration.
“Are you real?” Jaejoong whispers, outstretching his hand and running it along Yoochun’s cheek as if to check Yoochun’s actually there. Not blushing and melting is all Yoochun can manage in the moment when Jaejoong whispers “seriously, this is so sweet,” and pulls Yoochun in for a kiss.
“There are fireworks too.” Yoochun whispers into the air when they pull back, “I pulled some strings,” is all Yoochun says when Jaejoong gives him a questioning look, because he doesn’t want to think about Junsu on the field next to the hill with matches and explosives.
They spread out on the blanket and Yoochun grabs the other one to wrap around them. They sit and they feed each other the strawberries and kiss through sticky sweet laughter and Jaejoong presses closer to Yoochun when the first firework is set off.
Yoochun doesn’t really care much about his dignity anymore.
-
“So unfair,” Jaejoong murmurs against Yoochun’s lips as he presses him against the door, fumbling with the door knob. Yoochun makes a little incoherent noise before kissing Jaejoong again, his hand fisted in his shirt. “You... You come over with your stupid romantic date and your stupid cute smile and your stupid hot collarbone on show and your stupid perfectly swept over hair and-“ he cuts himself off by kissing Yoochun again, burying his fingers in said stupid-perfectly-swept-over-hair. Pulling back slightly, he keeps the distance between them at the minimum and lets his lips rest against Yoochun’s, “I don’t normally put out on first dates, but...”
“There’s a first for everything?” Yoochun tries, hooking his fingers into the waistband Jaejoong’s jeans, pulling him closer as he fumbles with his keys.
“There’s a first for everything.” Jaejoong repeats and nods and opens the door and rolls his hips and kisses Yoochun until he can’t breathe.
-
Jaejoong refuses to do more than this, refuses to drop all of his morals but it’s not like Yoochun’s complaining, he even takes it upon himself to strip off Jaejoong’s shirt, lick around his nipple ring down to his navel piercing and press a slick finger inside of him. With a sigh and a hitch of breathe, Yoochun licks a line up Jaejoong’s cock, mouthing over the head and basking in the whimper that falls out of Jaejoong’s mouth.
“I am so far gone.” Jaejoong whispers into the air, head pressed back into the pillow, the long column of his neck on show and Yoochun curls his finger inside of him, “so far gone.”
-
They fall into a new routine; Jaejoong still visiting regularly, still greeting Yoochun with a blinding smile but now it’s along with a kiss and a hand brushing down his arm. He flirts with the groups of teenage girls that file in just to make them blush and Yoochun still asks him whether he actually has a job. Junsu still teases Yoochun and Jaejoong and Yoochun still gag at Changmin and Yunho’s P.D.A but everything feels warmer around the edges.
They celebrate their one month and then their second month, Jaejoong leaving a card out for Yoochun which said simply ‘i’m so lucky’ and Yoochun pressing Jaejoong against the back of the shower, making him cum so hard he can’t see straight. For some reason it never stops feeling as new as it did on the first day and Yoochun might as well be living with Jaejoong from the amount of time he spends there.
Honestly, it’s perfect.
-
Yoochun’s reclined on the armchair with his laptop when Jaejoong sidles in from the kitchen and drapes himself across the armrest. Acknowledging Jaejoong with a brief look and a full blown smile, Yoochun goes back to typing on his laptop. Jaejoong huffs and tenses and jumps up from the arm chair.
“You know what?” Jaejoong shrieks and Yoochun looks up startled, “fuck you Park Yoochun!” And he storms out, leaving Yoochun completely, completely confused.
micky says: ...su...
super su ^^ says: ...yes...
micky says: i think im in a fight with jae.
super su ^^ says: what did you do?
micky says: uhm... i really don’t know? he just stormed out.
super su ^^ says: finally realized what a failure at life you are, huh?
super su ^^ says: well it was bound to happen one day.
micky says: you’re not helping >:(
super su ^^ says: wasn’t trying to ^^
micky says: >:(
super su ^^ says: >:)
Jaejoong doesn’t pick up his phone and Yoochun’s frantic, phoning Yunho and Changmin (completely avoiding Junsu’s teasing) but mostly trying to figure out what the hell he did wrong.
-
It’s past midnight when the front door finally opens but Yoochun’s passed out fully clothed on the bed, phone clutched in his hand and laptop whirring next to his head. With a sigh Jaejoong shuts the door to the bedroom softly, using the light from the laptop and the moon shining through the open curtains to shift towards the bed. He runs a hand down Yoochun’s cheek, revelling in the warmth against his cold hand but it makes Yoochun shift in his sleep. Yoochun’s hand comes up to wrap around his and his eyes flutter open with a smile when he sees it’s Jaejoong standing over him. There’s a moment of silence.
“Am I really that undesirable?” Jaejoong whispers into the room, staring down at Yoochun with red-rimmed eyes and dishevelled hair. Honestly, to Yoochun, he still looks perfect.
“What?” Yoochun says with his eyebrows knitted together, sitting up on the edge of the bed but still not letting go of Jaejoong’s hand.
“I basically throw myself at you,” he throws up his free arm in frustration, “and you don’t do anything about it. Yes, we’ve done stuff but we haven’t gone all the way yet, it’s like you don’t want to.” Yoochun stares because, what? He grabs Jaejoong’s other hand and pulls him between his legs and Jaejoong lets him, tired from wandering the streets and over thinking.
“You’re so stupid,” Yoochun hums as he rests his cheek on Jaejoong’s chest and wraps his legs loosely around Jaejoong’s ankles, Jaejoong glares at his head, “seriously, you’re really stupid.”
“Well if you’re going to just insult me...” Jaejoong huffs and tries to push out of the embrace, but Yoochun holds on.
“How could you think I wouldn’t want you? I basically spend half of my time drooling over you and the other half wondering how I even managed to get someone as perfect as you,” he pulls back to look up at Jaejoong, “I was waiting for you, I wanted you to tell me when you were ready.” Jaejoong blushes and pushes at Yoochun’s shoulder until he’s lying back on the bed.
“I’m sorry.” Jaejoong whispers, letting Yoochun shuffle up the bed and move the laptop to the floor before he lies down next to him. Yoochun kisses the worry out of Jaejoong’s forehead and the lines next to his eyes, trailing his lips down to the side of his mouth.
“You need to tell me what’s wrong instead of just screaming at me,” Yoochun says with a smile, shifting closer to Jaejoong, “I love you but I can’t read your mind.”
“You what?” Jaejoong flips onto his side and looks Yoochun straight in the eyes.
“I can’t read your mind?”
“N-no... The other thing.” Yoochun blushes, ducks his head and entwines their fingers.
“I love you,” Yoochun rushes out, “a lot, probably more than I should seeing as we haven’t been together for long.” Jaejoong nods all slow and soft with wide eyes and parted lips and kisses the air out of Yoochun’s lungs.
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“How do you want it?” Yoochun pants as Jaejoong finally pulls off his underwear, grinding up against Yoochun. Kissing him again, Jaejoong arches up into Yoochun, holding their bodies as close as he can. Yoochun trails the kisses down Jaejoong’s chin until he’s sucking at his pulse, a thumb swiping over the jut of his hip bone.
“I want,” Jaejoong whispers into Yoochun’s ear, “I want to ride you. Fuck, I want to be in your lap and I want to ride you until can’t think.” Jaejoong’s voice is so low and hot that Yoochun shivers and bucks his hips with a moan.
It takes a second for them to shuffle around, for Yoochun to get his fingers slicked and Jaejoong to find a condom, for Yoochun to get comfortable and Jaejoong to straddle his lap. Yoochun reaches under him, circles the hole with his finger before pressing it inside, soothing it with a lick to Jaejoong’s pierced nipple.
“Fu-uck,” Jaejoong sobs out, somehow making it into two syllables as Yoochun’s finger curls inside of him. He adds a second finger and Jaejoong leans down, cups Yoochun’s face and distracts himself with kissing him as the burn gets a little too much. With a twist, Yoochun thrusts his fingers into Jaejoong and Jaejoong whimpers immediately, the hand in Yoochun’s hair tightening. Jaejoong makes it clear that he’s ready when he becomes relaxed, head falling onto Yoochun’s shoulder and he starts pushing back against the thrusts of Yoochun’s fingers.
“Ready?” Yoochun says against Jaejoong’s cheek although he already knows the answer, already starting to pull his fingers out and reach for the condom packet. With a slow nod, Jaejoong steals the condom out of Yoochun’s hands with fumbling fingers, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it onto Yoochun’s length. The lingering hand makes Yoochun groan low and loud into the room.
They get into position and Jaejoong steadies himself with a shaky breath, his head falling back as he sinks down onto Yoochun. Yoochun lets out a hot rush of air against Jaejoong’s chest, trying to stop his hips from snapping up by squeezing eyes shut.
“We should fight more if this is how it ends up,” Yoochun says into the dip of Jaejoong’s collarbone as Jaejoong presses down more, fully sitting in Yoochun’s lap.
“Ruining the moment.” Jaejoong manages to choke out, his arms coming up to wrap around Yoochun’s neck as he starts to rock his hips. Yoochun can’t reply because he’s too busy dying under the unbearable heat surrounding him, meeting Jaejoong’s thrusts and kissing every span of skin available before crushing their mouths together.
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After, when they’re completely spent and Yoochun’s curled up behind Jaejoong, an arm secure around his waist and his face buried in Jaejoong’s hair, he sighs.
“How do you feel about Bora Bora?”
yaaay first dbsk fic. idk, you might be able to tell i got kinda lazy towards the end, i was so determined to finish this by today. there might be a few mistakes but i'm hoping not. idk this was ridiculous, but i never like anything i write. :D happy days.