Candles, Flowers and Champagne
Title: Candles, Flowers and Champagne
Pairing: Kangin/Leeteuk, Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Humor
Rating: R (mainly for Jaejoong’s language)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, only the plot.
Summary: Youngwoon needs advice for the romantic first night with Jungsu.
Note: This is a post-fin story of Shining Star series. It will make more sense if you read it first.
Go find “Shining Star” first ----> Master List
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Youngwoon tapped his forehead lightly with his palm on his way to the lesson room in the early morning, all gloomy and exhaustedly. He managed to drag his heavy foots into the destination somehow and opened the heavy door to find a fellow member of his upcoming group sitting on the floor boringly. Seeing who it was, Youngwoon frowned slightly because Kim Heechul was not exactly the most ideal person to accompany with in one of the most depressing mornings.
“Hey”, Youngwoon said shortly without seeing the elder’s face. He wished this capricious man was not in the mood to enjoy chatting with him, but Heechul grinned as soon as seeing the state of the younger. Kim Heechul never missed a chance to mock on people.
“Hey, you look just like a shit. Look at those black circles under your eyes, man. I guess you had a great time with your pretty boyfriend last night, huh?”
“…Yeah. Something like that.”
Youngwoon replied shortly, lied on the floor and covered his face with his palm tiredly. He really didn’t wanna continue this conversation and wished the elder would get the unspoken message. Unfortunately, however, it was no one else but Kim Heechul who he was dealing with.
“Something like what!? I’m bored now, you should tell me something interesting!”, Heecul demanded arrogantly and shock the younger’s bulky body like a child demanding chocolate from his mother.
“Nothing interesting, we just went to his apartment and ate and talked and watched DVD and… nothing. That’s all.”
“Ya, do I look like a virgin to you? You should tell me everything, it can’t be fuckin’ all!”
“But it is. That is fuckin’ all, damn it!”
Youngwoon woke up suddenly and knocked on the floor with his fist irritably. Heechul blinked at that.
“You mean… hey, you don’t say… you don’t say you two have NOT fucked yet, do you?”
Heechul asked half-laughing, but as seeing the stiff expression of the younger man who looked down at the ground without a word, he screamed in surprise.
“What the hell!? Is something wrong with your… body, or maybe his!?”
“We are completely healthy and normal, thank you very much!”
“Then, why!? You two have been together like… two or three months already? And you haven’t done yet!? It is completely unhealthy and abnormal, man! Don’t you want him?”
Youngwoon gritted his teeth. It was such a stupid question because, oh hell, he wanted Jungsu so bad of course. It was not exaggerative to say that he had been thinking only about that in this past some month like 24/7. He was the young boy with sound body and soul, after all.
He remembered about the last night at Jungsu’s apartment. They were watching a DVD on Jungsu’s bed leaning against each other. The scent of soap and the warm body lightly pressed against his side drove Youngwoon crazy, and he was almost jumping onto the elder when the said elder looked up from the TV screen to Youngwoon abruptly and smiled at him all purely and innocently. All Youngwoon could do was to smile back awkwardly and keep his filthy hands away from the elder with all his might. He stayed up all night as the elder fell into a peaceful sleep next to him with its small head resting on his shoulder. That was the reason of the black circles under his eyes today.
“It’s not that easy, he is not a slut like you and I want to make it special for him, something romantic and memorable”, Youngwoon insisted with a pout.
“Romantic and memorable!? You are such a girl.”
Just when Heechul stuck his tongue at Youngwoon, Jaejoong walked into the room as exhaustedly as Youngwoon ten minutes ago.
“Hey, guys.”
“Ya, can’t you greet the elders properly? Where did you leave those friggin’ smiles you’re flashing like a fool everyday?”
Heechul yelled immediately at the younger who took a seat on the stool by themirror. Lately, Youngwoon was starting to think that maybe Heechul was enjoying picking up a fight with Jaejoong.
“What’s the point of flashing smiles when my Yunho is not around?”, Jaejoong answered without a slightest hint of guilt.
Heechul rolled his eyes and spat, “Bitch”.
“And I’m just too tired to be nice to you guys today. My muscles are sore like hell because I showed off my great flexibility to my sweetie in the bed last night.”
Heechul rolled his eyes again and spat, “Slut”. Youngwoon frowned at the immodest behavior of the younger man.
“Hey, don’t talk like that in front of Jungsu because he believes you’re a hearty fairly who loves his boyfriend all purely and sincerely.”
“I AM a hearty fairly who loves his boyfriend all purely and sincerely, and the fairly knows how to have fun with his boyfriend.”
Jaejoong declared with a grin, which earned big sighs from the other two. Heechul spat “Oh that’s enough” and walked out of the room. Seeing the door closed, Jaejoong crept up on Youngwoon and smirked like Cheshire cat.
“I guess you wanna hear my story more, as a guide to get into your boyfriend’s pants?”
“You…! How…!?”
Youngwoon choked in shock.
“I just overheard.”
“And what, you wanna mock on me too!?”, Youngwoon showed his back to the younger with a shame.
“No, I’m here to help you, hyung.”
Hearing that, Youngwoon glanced over his shoulder at the younger with a tiny little piece of hope.
“You mean, you can give me some advice?”
“Hell yes. Here.”
Jaejoong took something out from his bag and passed to the elder who received those with a confused expression.
“What?”
“The one in your right hand is lube, it is indispensable to make male-male sex pleasurable. And those on your left hand is called condom, you’d better use it at the start. I prefer accept Yunho rare and rough, but he always insists to use it for me, he is such a gentleman, you know”, Jaejoong blabbed dreamingly.
“Oh, don’t make me imagine. I’m gonna puke”, Youngwoon knitted his eyebrows. “And I know what these are, you don’t have to fuckin’ tell me. What I’m asking is, what the hell do you give these to me for? I need advice, not your magical tools.”
“Those are the only thing you need for sneaking into your boyfriend’s pants. And some more guts, I guess. I mean, what’s making you such a coward? You are apparently far from my taste but you are still kinda handsome, and you can drag anyone into your bed just if you want it.”
“I’m not talking about anyone here, I’m talking about Jungsu. And don’t you know him!? He’s just so innocent and angelic and…aaghhhh! Anyway. I’ve got a wring person here, I need someone who has the decent brain to give me advice. And it’s not you, idiot!”
Youngwoon threw the stuffs in his hand at the younger’s face and stalked out of the room, ignoring the voice of the younger shouting “You’ll regret to miss this, hyung!”. He bumped into a guy at the corner and cried out gladly seeing who it was.
“Yunho! Oh god! I need your help!”
**
Youngwoon invited Jungsu to his apartment that night. In faithful accordance with Yunho’s advice, he prepared candles, a bunch of flowers and some bottles of champagne for the night. He swore himself that he would kill Yunho for making him buy stupid candles and flowers (champagne matched his liking) if it didn’t work.
He guided Jungsu into a dim room lit with a silent light of candles. Jungsu looked around the room with his eyes wide open, stared at the dinner and bottle of champagne prepared on the low table, and finally screamed in astonishment spotting a bunch of flowers placed at his seat on the couch.
“Wow, this is amazing! Is it a special day today? Am I forgetting my birthday or something?”
Jungsu looked back at the younger with a big smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“No, it’s just… it’s almost our 100th day anniversary, you know.”
Youngwoon explained sheepishly, guiding the elder to sit on the couch next to him. He reached for the bottle of champagne first, because he didn’t think he could carry through with this without the help of alcohol.
“But we have still 18 more day for that”, Jungsu claimed.
“…Are you counting?”
Youngwoon almost dropped the bottle of champagne seeing the flush showed up immediately on the elder’s face. He couldn’t think of the adorable thing than this, and he wanted to just jump onto his angel this very instant. Instead, he popped open the bottle of champagne and poured the content into a glass till it overflowed and wetted his hand. He drank down it in one and prayed for God for the first time in his non-religious life that he could accomplish the plan tonight before he got himself terribly drunk with alcohol and nervousness.
The night was going well. The dinner was great and they enjoyed the small chats about their schools or lessons. TV screen was providing an old black-and-white movie in a low volume in the dimmed room, never gaining an attention actually because Youngwoon and Jungsu were both so into each other’s smiles and eyes. Youngwoon enjoyed the expressions on the other one’s face changing every moment when he talked about his friend or piano lesson or whatever coming out of his pretty mouth. His eyes were absolutely attached onto those sensual lips glittering with the remains of champagne, and he was leaning and tasting it with his lips before he noticed himself.
Jungsu flinched with surprise first, but soon relaxed and let the other taste him. Encouraged by the tongue tickling the inside of his mouth shyly yet playfully, Youngwoon grabbed the elder with his arms and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. One of Junsu’s hands was on his lap, and the touch burned him like a fire. Youngwoon lowered his hand to the waist of the elder to pull the delicate body against his, not so carefully because he was too distracted by the heat and small moans they were charing in their mouths so that he hit the glass on the table and splashed the content over Jungsu’s shirt and pants. The elder shrieked and jumped up.
“Oh oh oh I, I’m sorry, I…”
Youngwoon soon broke the kiss and tried to wipe the cold champagne off of Jungsu’s shirt frantically without success. How could he spoil everything by his own stupidity? Jungsu was enchanted by the kiss and almost melted in his arms only ten seconds ago before his usual roughness and carelessness destroyed the perfectly romantic mood between them. It was over. The plan was completely failed. Youngwoon wanted to kill himself.
“It’s okay, Youngwoon-ah, it’s really nothing.”
Jungsu smiled and softly grabbed the other one’s hand to calm him down, but the latter was not really listening.
“No, you’re not okay, this stupid champagne is freakin’ cold and soaking into your shirt and pants, damn it! You better take off those or you might get cold…”
Youngwoon was in panic actually, so he was not really thinking when he unbuttoned the elder’s shirt to reveal his flawless skin under there and started working on unfastening the fly. His hands dead froze there when he finally noticed the blush crept up on the elder’s face and even on the body right in front of his eyes. Youngwoon instantly broke the contact as if the electricity hit him. Then he got a chance afresh to take in the situation and noticed that now Jungsu was in front of him in the dimmed light of candles, half-naked and wet due to the champagne all over his body. He felt his heart pulsed. He felt another part of his body also pulsed. He suddenly needed to stoop over a little to hide his errec- no, reaction.
“I, I’ll go get some towel, and I’ll drive you to your apartment. It’s getting late.”
Youngwoon stood up and showed his back to go to his closet when the hastened voice stopped him.
“Wait!”
Jungsu stood up from the couch and bumped his body against Youngwoon’s back, and put his arms around the younger’s body from behind. Youngwoon stood completely still, having no clues of what to do. God, his body is so hot.
“I know what you want. I’m not stupid. And do you think you are the only one who wants this?”
Jungsu said embarrassedly yet determinedly, and he pressed their bodies against tightly to make the other one notice that his body was as heated up was his. Youngwoon could hear the elder’s heart beating rapidly against his back, he could feel the hot breath tickling the back of his neck. Next thing he did, was to tackle the elder to the ground and kiss him fiercely like a wild animal.
They knocked down the bottles of champagne as struggling to strip off each other and the flowers were squashed under Jungsu’s back, but they both didn’t give a damn. Jungsu helped the younger take off all his clothes, and sighed in pleasure when their skins met finally without any disturbance around their bodies.
Youngwoon’s brain almost went white with the excitement and intoxication, but he hung onto his consciousness somehow to wipe off his lover’s anxiety and give him pleasures with his touches and kisses showering all over the body. When he placed his body between the thin thighs of the elder and reached to a place to complete this great night, however, he stopped and clicked his tongue irritably.
“Oh, shit, uh, Jungsu, we need… something to make it… smooth, you know, uh, or I’ll hurt you so bad…”
Youngwoon caressed the other one’s face with his hand and said sadly. He wanted to continue this so badly, but hurting his lover could never be the option no matter how much he was desperate. Jungsu looked up at the younger in trance and panted out a whisper.
“My bag.”
“Huh?”, Youngwoon asked.
“Inside pocket of my bag.”
Youngwoon frowned at the word but followed the indication and reached to Jungsu’s back as told. He brushed the very sensitive area of the elder on his way of action, making the elder moan irresistibly under his body. Youngwoon was sure he could die from desperation if he couldn’t finish this here, tonight, right now!
Yougnwoon managed to take some things out of the bag, and gasped in surprise when he found the magical tools there in his hand.
“Jungsu, how did you get these?”
“…Jaejoong gave those to me. He said just for in case…”
Jungsu replied and blushed hard, trying to hide his face from the other one. Youngwoon cursed and thanked that devilish bitch at the same time, but he had no other option than to instantly go back to the previous position and make his all efforts to bring his angel a heaven with a help of those.
Fuck champagnes and flowers, fuck romantic.
But it became a memorable night at least.
**
Next morning, Youngwoon was stalking along the corridor of lesson studio, humming to himself. In this morning, he woke up in his bed to find a peacefully sleeping angel in his arms, and it was definitely the best damn morning in his life ever. He quietly sneaked out of the bed not to wake Jungsu and prepared for the fuckin’ morning lesson, while the angel yawned, blinked a few times and smiled at the other one standing next to the bed with a morning greeting. Youngwoon greeted back with a soft kiss, and was dying to stay in the bed with his angel for all day, but the morning schedule didn’t let him. He told Jungsu to stay there till he came back and tore himself away from the hug the elder gave him with a content smile and the word “I’ll be waiting for you here, Youngwoon-ah”.
He was grinning to himself remembering the scene when the two figures dragged him back from his dreamland. As finding Yunho and Jaejoong sitting on the corridor side by side, he tried to turn on his heel but it was too late. Yunho found the elder and waved at him cheerfully.
“Hi, Youngwoon hyung! Did it work well? My advice?”
“Y-yeah, it really helped. Thank you.”
Youngwoon replied with a half-smile, glancing at the other person in front him nervously. The person, Jaejoong, flashed supposedly-innocent smile, in which Youngwoon saw a grin of devil.
“Hi, hyung. How was my advice? Did it help you?”
“…yes. Thank you…”
“Pardon me? I couldn’t hear you.”
Youngwoon gritted his teeth irritably. He had assumed Heechul was the most devilish brat he had ever known, but Jaejoong here could be a good competition.
“I said THANK YOU!!”
Jaejoong nodded knowingly and smirked.
“Don’t mention it, hyung.”
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Pairing: Kangin/Leeteuk, Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Humor
Rating: R (mainly for Jaejoong’s language)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, only the plot.
Summary: Youngwoon needs advice for the romantic first night with Jungsu.
Note: This is a post-fin story of Shining Star series. It will make more sense if you read it first.
Go find “Shining Star” first ----> Master List
****
Youngwoon tapped his forehead lightly with his palm on his way to the lesson room in the early morning, all gloomy and exhaustedly. He managed to drag his heavy foots into the destination somehow and opened the heavy door to find a fellow member of his upcoming group sitting on the floor boringly. Seeing who it was, Youngwoon frowned slightly because Kim Heechul was not exactly the most ideal person to accompany with in one of the most depressing mornings.
“Hey”, Youngwoon said shortly without seeing the elder’s face. He wished this capricious man was not in the mood to enjoy chatting with him, but Heechul grinned as soon as seeing the state of the younger. Kim Heechul never missed a chance to mock on people.
“Hey, you look just like a shit. Look at those black circles under your eyes, man. I guess you had a great time with your pretty boyfriend last night, huh?”
“…Yeah. Something like that.”
Youngwoon replied shortly, lied on the floor and covered his face with his palm tiredly. He really didn’t wanna continue this conversation and wished the elder would get the unspoken message. Unfortunately, however, it was no one else but Kim Heechul who he was dealing with.
“Something like what!? I’m bored now, you should tell me something interesting!”, Heecul demanded arrogantly and shock the younger’s bulky body like a child demanding chocolate from his mother.
“Nothing interesting, we just went to his apartment and ate and talked and watched DVD and… nothing. That’s all.”
“Ya, do I look like a virgin to you? You should tell me everything, it can’t be fuckin’ all!”
“But it is. That is fuckin’ all, damn it!”
Youngwoon woke up suddenly and knocked on the floor with his fist irritably. Heechul blinked at that.
“You mean… hey, you don’t say… you don’t say you two have NOT fucked yet, do you?”
Heechul asked half-laughing, but as seeing the stiff expression of the younger man who looked down at the ground without a word, he screamed in surprise.
“What the hell!? Is something wrong with your… body, or maybe his!?”
“We are completely healthy and normal, thank you very much!”
“Then, why!? You two have been together like… two or three months already? And you haven’t done yet!? It is completely unhealthy and abnormal, man! Don’t you want him?”
Youngwoon gritted his teeth. It was such a stupid question because, oh hell, he wanted Jungsu so bad of course. It was not exaggerative to say that he had been thinking only about that in this past some month like 24/7. He was the young boy with sound body and soul, after all.
He remembered about the last night at Jungsu’s apartment. They were watching a DVD on Jungsu’s bed leaning against each other. The scent of soap and the warm body lightly pressed against his side drove Youngwoon crazy, and he was almost jumping onto the elder when the said elder looked up from the TV screen to Youngwoon abruptly and smiled at him all purely and innocently. All Youngwoon could do was to smile back awkwardly and keep his filthy hands away from the elder with all his might. He stayed up all night as the elder fell into a peaceful sleep next to him with its small head resting on his shoulder. That was the reason of the black circles under his eyes today.
“It’s not that easy, he is not a slut like you and I want to make it special for him, something romantic and memorable”, Youngwoon insisted with a pout.
“Romantic and memorable!? You are such a girl.”
Just when Heechul stuck his tongue at Youngwoon, Jaejoong walked into the room as exhaustedly as Youngwoon ten minutes ago.
“Hey, guys.”
“Ya, can’t you greet the elders properly? Where did you leave those friggin’ smiles you’re flashing like a fool everyday?”
Heechul yelled immediately at the younger who took a seat on the stool by themirror. Lately, Youngwoon was starting to think that maybe Heechul was enjoying picking up a fight with Jaejoong.
“What’s the point of flashing smiles when my Yunho is not around?”, Jaejoong answered without a slightest hint of guilt.
Heechul rolled his eyes and spat, “Bitch”.
“And I’m just too tired to be nice to you guys today. My muscles are sore like hell because I showed off my great flexibility to my sweetie in the bed last night.”
Heechul rolled his eyes again and spat, “Slut”. Youngwoon frowned at the immodest behavior of the younger man.
“Hey, don’t talk like that in front of Jungsu because he believes you’re a hearty fairly who loves his boyfriend all purely and sincerely.”
“I AM a hearty fairly who loves his boyfriend all purely and sincerely, and the fairly knows how to have fun with his boyfriend.”
Jaejoong declared with a grin, which earned big sighs from the other two. Heechul spat “Oh that’s enough” and walked out of the room. Seeing the door closed, Jaejoong crept up on Youngwoon and smirked like Cheshire cat.
“I guess you wanna hear my story more, as a guide to get into your boyfriend’s pants?”
“You…! How…!?”
Youngwoon choked in shock.
“I just overheard.”
“And what, you wanna mock on me too!?”, Youngwoon showed his back to the younger with a shame.
“No, I’m here to help you, hyung.”
Hearing that, Youngwoon glanced over his shoulder at the younger with a tiny little piece of hope.
“You mean, you can give me some advice?”
“Hell yes. Here.”
Jaejoong took something out from his bag and passed to the elder who received those with a confused expression.
“What?”
“The one in your right hand is lube, it is indispensable to make male-male sex pleasurable. And those on your left hand is called condom, you’d better use it at the start. I prefer accept Yunho rare and rough, but he always insists to use it for me, he is such a gentleman, you know”, Jaejoong blabbed dreamingly.
“Oh, don’t make me imagine. I’m gonna puke”, Youngwoon knitted his eyebrows. “And I know what these are, you don’t have to fuckin’ tell me. What I’m asking is, what the hell do you give these to me for? I need advice, not your magical tools.”
“Those are the only thing you need for sneaking into your boyfriend’s pants. And some more guts, I guess. I mean, what’s making you such a coward? You are apparently far from my taste but you are still kinda handsome, and you can drag anyone into your bed just if you want it.”
“I’m not talking about anyone here, I’m talking about Jungsu. And don’t you know him!? He’s just so innocent and angelic and…aaghhhh! Anyway. I’ve got a wring person here, I need someone who has the decent brain to give me advice. And it’s not you, idiot!”
Youngwoon threw the stuffs in his hand at the younger’s face and stalked out of the room, ignoring the voice of the younger shouting “You’ll regret to miss this, hyung!”. He bumped into a guy at the corner and cried out gladly seeing who it was.
“Yunho! Oh god! I need your help!”
**
Youngwoon invited Jungsu to his apartment that night. In faithful accordance with Yunho’s advice, he prepared candles, a bunch of flowers and some bottles of champagne for the night. He swore himself that he would kill Yunho for making him buy stupid candles and flowers (champagne matched his liking) if it didn’t work.
He guided Jungsu into a dim room lit with a silent light of candles. Jungsu looked around the room with his eyes wide open, stared at the dinner and bottle of champagne prepared on the low table, and finally screamed in astonishment spotting a bunch of flowers placed at his seat on the couch.
“Wow, this is amazing! Is it a special day today? Am I forgetting my birthday or something?”
Jungsu looked back at the younger with a big smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“No, it’s just… it’s almost our 100th day anniversary, you know.”
Youngwoon explained sheepishly, guiding the elder to sit on the couch next to him. He reached for the bottle of champagne first, because he didn’t think he could carry through with this without the help of alcohol.
“But we have still 18 more day for that”, Jungsu claimed.
“…Are you counting?”
Youngwoon almost dropped the bottle of champagne seeing the flush showed up immediately on the elder’s face. He couldn’t think of the adorable thing than this, and he wanted to just jump onto his angel this very instant. Instead, he popped open the bottle of champagne and poured the content into a glass till it overflowed and wetted his hand. He drank down it in one and prayed for God for the first time in his non-religious life that he could accomplish the plan tonight before he got himself terribly drunk with alcohol and nervousness.
The night was going well. The dinner was great and they enjoyed the small chats about their schools or lessons. TV screen was providing an old black-and-white movie in a low volume in the dimmed room, never gaining an attention actually because Youngwoon and Jungsu were both so into each other’s smiles and eyes. Youngwoon enjoyed the expressions on the other one’s face changing every moment when he talked about his friend or piano lesson or whatever coming out of his pretty mouth. His eyes were absolutely attached onto those sensual lips glittering with the remains of champagne, and he was leaning and tasting it with his lips before he noticed himself.
Jungsu flinched with surprise first, but soon relaxed and let the other taste him. Encouraged by the tongue tickling the inside of his mouth shyly yet playfully, Youngwoon grabbed the elder with his arms and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. One of Junsu’s hands was on his lap, and the touch burned him like a fire. Youngwoon lowered his hand to the waist of the elder to pull the delicate body against his, not so carefully because he was too distracted by the heat and small moans they were charing in their mouths so that he hit the glass on the table and splashed the content over Jungsu’s shirt and pants. The elder shrieked and jumped up.
“Oh oh oh I, I’m sorry, I…”
Youngwoon soon broke the kiss and tried to wipe the cold champagne off of Jungsu’s shirt frantically without success. How could he spoil everything by his own stupidity? Jungsu was enchanted by the kiss and almost melted in his arms only ten seconds ago before his usual roughness and carelessness destroyed the perfectly romantic mood between them. It was over. The plan was completely failed. Youngwoon wanted to kill himself.
“It’s okay, Youngwoon-ah, it’s really nothing.”
Jungsu smiled and softly grabbed the other one’s hand to calm him down, but the latter was not really listening.
“No, you’re not okay, this stupid champagne is freakin’ cold and soaking into your shirt and pants, damn it! You better take off those or you might get cold…”
Youngwoon was in panic actually, so he was not really thinking when he unbuttoned the elder’s shirt to reveal his flawless skin under there and started working on unfastening the fly. His hands dead froze there when he finally noticed the blush crept up on the elder’s face and even on the body right in front of his eyes. Youngwoon instantly broke the contact as if the electricity hit him. Then he got a chance afresh to take in the situation and noticed that now Jungsu was in front of him in the dimmed light of candles, half-naked and wet due to the champagne all over his body. He felt his heart pulsed. He felt another part of his body also pulsed. He suddenly needed to stoop over a little to hide his errec- no, reaction.
“I, I’ll go get some towel, and I’ll drive you to your apartment. It’s getting late.”
Youngwoon stood up and showed his back to go to his closet when the hastened voice stopped him.
“Wait!”
Jungsu stood up from the couch and bumped his body against Youngwoon’s back, and put his arms around the younger’s body from behind. Youngwoon stood completely still, having no clues of what to do. God, his body is so hot.
“I know what you want. I’m not stupid. And do you think you are the only one who wants this?”
Jungsu said embarrassedly yet determinedly, and he pressed their bodies against tightly to make the other one notice that his body was as heated up was his. Youngwoon could hear the elder’s heart beating rapidly against his back, he could feel the hot breath tickling the back of his neck. Next thing he did, was to tackle the elder to the ground and kiss him fiercely like a wild animal.
They knocked down the bottles of champagne as struggling to strip off each other and the flowers were squashed under Jungsu’s back, but they both didn’t give a damn. Jungsu helped the younger take off all his clothes, and sighed in pleasure when their skins met finally without any disturbance around their bodies.
Youngwoon’s brain almost went white with the excitement and intoxication, but he hung onto his consciousness somehow to wipe off his lover’s anxiety and give him pleasures with his touches and kisses showering all over the body. When he placed his body between the thin thighs of the elder and reached to a place to complete this great night, however, he stopped and clicked his tongue irritably.
“Oh, shit, uh, Jungsu, we need… something to make it… smooth, you know, uh, or I’ll hurt you so bad…”
Youngwoon caressed the other one’s face with his hand and said sadly. He wanted to continue this so badly, but hurting his lover could never be the option no matter how much he was desperate. Jungsu looked up at the younger in trance and panted out a whisper.
“My bag.”
“Huh?”, Youngwoon asked.
“Inside pocket of my bag.”
Youngwoon frowned at the word but followed the indication and reached to Jungsu’s back as told. He brushed the very sensitive area of the elder on his way of action, making the elder moan irresistibly under his body. Youngwoon was sure he could die from desperation if he couldn’t finish this here, tonight, right now!
Yougnwoon managed to take some things out of the bag, and gasped in surprise when he found the magical tools there in his hand.
“Jungsu, how did you get these?”
“…Jaejoong gave those to me. He said just for in case…”
Jungsu replied and blushed hard, trying to hide his face from the other one. Youngwoon cursed and thanked that devilish bitch at the same time, but he had no other option than to instantly go back to the previous position and make his all efforts to bring his angel a heaven with a help of those.
Fuck champagnes and flowers, fuck romantic.
But it became a memorable night at least.
**
Next morning, Youngwoon was stalking along the corridor of lesson studio, humming to himself. In this morning, he woke up in his bed to find a peacefully sleeping angel in his arms, and it was definitely the best damn morning in his life ever. He quietly sneaked out of the bed not to wake Jungsu and prepared for the fuckin’ morning lesson, while the angel yawned, blinked a few times and smiled at the other one standing next to the bed with a morning greeting. Youngwoon greeted back with a soft kiss, and was dying to stay in the bed with his angel for all day, but the morning schedule didn’t let him. He told Jungsu to stay there till he came back and tore himself away from the hug the elder gave him with a content smile and the word “I’ll be waiting for you here, Youngwoon-ah”.
He was grinning to himself remembering the scene when the two figures dragged him back from his dreamland. As finding Yunho and Jaejoong sitting on the corridor side by side, he tried to turn on his heel but it was too late. Yunho found the elder and waved at him cheerfully.
“Hi, Youngwoon hyung! Did it work well? My advice?”
“Y-yeah, it really helped. Thank you.”
Youngwoon replied with a half-smile, glancing at the other person in front him nervously. The person, Jaejoong, flashed supposedly-innocent smile, in which Youngwoon saw a grin of devil.
“Hi, hyung. How was my advice? Did it help you?”
“…yes. Thank you…”
“Pardon me? I couldn’t hear you.”
Youngwoon gritted his teeth irritably. He had assumed Heechul was the most devilish brat he had ever known, but Jaejoong here could be a good competition.
“I said THANK YOU!!”
Jaejoong nodded knowingly and smirked.
“Don’t mention it, hyung.”
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