The Wonders of Opposite Apartments
Pairing: YunJae
Summary:Jaejoong has spent a long time staring into the window of the apartment opposite him, waiting for a glimpse of a man he is obsessed with. Fluff fluff fluff
“Damn it! Move, move, move, move, move!” Jaejoong yelled while flailing his arms around wildly.
“God-damn bird. If you don't move I swear I..... oh,” he got his wish, shouting after it: “its a good job too!” waving his fist in the air. “Now a lovely clear view.”
Jaejoong sat in a chair pulled up to his kitchen window, elbows resting on the window sill, head resting on elbows, face as close to the glass as was possible, staring out intently. The apartment block where he lived was built around a square courtyard, with all of the apartments facing out into it. His gaze was directed straight ahead of him into the window of the apartment opposite. He wasn't just staring idly into the apartment, looking for decorating tips or surveying the furniture, he was waiting for something specific to appear. Or rather someone specific. A man. They had lived in the same building for one year and eight months now. It started with simple intrigue, or maybe even nosiness. Hearing that someone new - a dancer - was moving in to the building, he would look through the window at the empty flat just to catch a glimpse. The day he moved in was the day the watching - obsession - started. It was a warm sunny day in the middle of summer when Jaejoong - who had been eating cereal while watching though the window - noticed movement. The apartments were pretty much open plan so you could see a lot of it. The front door opened relieving a man carrying a big box who walked over to the kitchen work surface and planted it down. Said work surface was directly under the kitchen window, so when the box was fully down on it, Jaejoong could see the man's face and torso clearly. He was gorgeous. Mouth agape, Jaejoong attempted to continue eating his cereal, not really looking where he was putting his spoon or where he was bringing the spoon to; the end result being a milky chin and a cereal covered lap. But he didn't notice, he just carried on trying to eat it. The man in the apartment continued the process of bringing in boxes and dumping them somewhere in the apartment for about half an hour before he was finished, closing the door and making his way to the boxes to start unpacking. Jaejoong hadn't moved apart from his head, which was significantly closer to the glass. He watched him unpack. Watched him make his lunch. Then watched him relax in front of the television. He was addicted already. One year and eight months later and he's still addicted and the funny thing about it is that he knows so much about this man from watching him about his daily routine, but he doesn't even know his name. The simple detail of a name.
*
The time was nearing twelve O'clock when the man Jaejoong sought for entered his apartment, instantly snapping Jaejoong out of his half-asleep half-awake state. Leaning closer to the glass, he observed his every movement again. He seemed stressed about something, walking into his living area and throwing his bags down onto the sofa. Where could he have been so late at night? Out with a friend maybe? A lover? Maybe they argued? Then he stood up and walked over to the window, looking out into the courtyard then scanning the apartments. When his eyes reached Jaejoong's, the watching man instantly threw himself of his chair, hurtling onto the floor with a crash, banging his knee in the process. Jaejoong had forgot to turn his light off so his stalking was in full view. Rolling over onto his back defeated, he thought to himself: nearly two years I have spent doing this. It has to stop, I need a life. Standing up and leaving, not bothering to even look out of the window again, Jaejoong went to bed. Since he didn't look, he didn't notice that the man was staring intently at his window, a gently smile playing across his lips.
The next morning, Jaejoong got his breakfast and, in his resolve to not look though the window, made his way to his living room sofa. On the way there, out of pure habit, he glanced to the side, eyes fixing directly on the apartment opposite. What he saw nearly made him spit his cereal out everywhere, and was enough to make him give up and resume his seat at the window. The man was dancing. Jaejoong couldn't hear the music, he could just see the man moving and twirling his body in an almost mesmerizing fashion. He knew he was a dance, but in all his time of watching him, he had never seen him dance. He really was a fantastic dancer, entrancing Jaejoong further and further with every move. I can't stop watching this man. This went on for about twenty minutes before the man stopped and made his way to what Jaejoong presumed was the bathroom to wash up. He returned ten minutes later, clad in new clothes with a towel over his head that was being rubbed vigorously. Jaejoong was entranced even by as simple act as that. Oh my goodness. Jaejoong tilted his head to the side, a wide smile plastering over his face and his eyes lidding in a dreamy haze and it was that moment that the man took it upon himself to look out of his window again, the same as the night before, scanning the grounds then working his way across the apartments stopping - once again - at Jaejoong's apartment. Eyes fixed on Jaejoong, the man slowly slipped the towel slowly of his head revealing his messy hair and another gently smile gracing his features. Jaejoong was still obviously staring into the man's apartment - that much was clear - but he wasn't even slightly aware that the man was staring back, he was too deep in a floaty daydream to notice. After a couple of minutes looking at him, the man turned and walked away, laughing softly to himself. When Jaejoong finally snapped out of his trance, the man was no where is sight.
“Hmph!”
It was around two O'clock when he appeared again, when Jaejoong was making some lunch. He just casually looked out of the window only to see the back of the man disappearing through his front door.
“You've only just shown yourself, why go so quick damn it!” He protested, running quickly over to food that was starting to burn. “AISH!” He plated up and made his way over to his kitchen table, placing it down and seating himself in front of it. He had just picked up his chopsticks when there was a knock at the door.
“Inconvenient,” huffed Jaejoong, practically throwing his chopsticks down and stopping to the door - evidently still in a bad mood from only seeing a glimpse of the man.
“What do you wan........” his word were cut off when he realised who it was at the door.
It was the man......
Unable to find his words, he just stood there in a stunned silence, mouth slightly parted. The man - who it was discovered was taller than him - looked down at him with soft eyes. He was slightly amused by the look on the man's face but kept his composure.
“Erm, hello. I live in this building and I've just run out of sugar. Could I please borrow some from you?” His voice sending waves though Jaejoong. This man had long just been a visual stimulation for him, but now he could hear his voice. It was driving him wild.
When the man received no reply, just the same stunned silence and gormless look, he added: “I will buy you some back when I go to the shop.” Still no reply. What is wrong with him? Bring his hand up to Jaejoong face, he clicked his fingers. This worked, eliciting a slight yelp from the stunned man, and making his brain come back into focus.
“Oh! Er.... yeah. Come in,” he eventually answered while pulling the door fully open to allow the man to come in. And he did, smiling as he entered. Jaejoong closed the door behind him and made his way over to his kitchen, legs feeling like jelly. He was wobbling a bit, but he managed it. The man followed close behind, surveying the surroundings as he went.
“This is a nice apartment,” he said, offering a big smile.
“Th-thank you,” was the shakey reply.
“How long have you lived here?” The man asked, clearly curious.
Reaching for his sugar in the cupboard, Jaejoong answered: “um, about four years.... I think.”
“Oh, so you're familiar with the building and the surroundings. That's cool.” He continued to look around, his eyes fixing on a pair of binoculars that were placed in the kitchen window just as Jaejoong was approaching him with the sugar.
“YES!” he shouted, trying to direct his attention away from the tell tale binoculars, throwing a tea-towel over them when he had his attention. “Yes. I'm very familiar.” this time softer. The man just looked at him bemusedly, taking the sugar that was being offered to him.
“Thank you very much,” he smiled. “I'll be going then. I'm Yunho by the way.” He said bowing and extending his free hand towards him, which Jaejoong stared at like it was the hand of God before taking a hold. Jaejoong felt like his stomach was on a bouncy castle as Yunho returned the grasp, moving his hand up and down gently. He had a firm but soft grasp and his hands were soft. “Its nice to meet you.” he said before turning and heading for the door.
Yes! Yes it is! Jaejoong screamed in his head, nodding furiously, hand tingly.
When the man reached the door, he reached for the handle but paused when they met. Turning his head slightly to the side, he said:
“Oh, by the way....... I've seen you watching me.” that now familiar smile playing on his lips. “Why?”
Shocked at the sudden revelation, Jaejoong tried to stutter out a panicked answer, knowing he had to say something. “I..I..I j-just l-like to l-look out of m-my window. I w-wasn't looking a-anywhere in p-particular.....”
Doing a full turn now and looking into Jaejoong's face, the man said almost teasingly: “are you sure?” He took one step forward.
“Y-Yes”
“You promise?” He took another step forward.
“I I p-promise,” voice now more panicked than ever.
“I don't believe you” he announced, making the gap between them only a foot long by taking yet another step forward.
All Jaejoong could do was look up at the taller man, his head now a mess of thoughts screaming at him. Slowly, Yunho reached down and put the sugar on the floor, freeing up both his hands.
“I don't believe you one bit.” he said again, putting both his hands on his shoulders and pushing him gently towards the wall behind him. A hand either side of his head, he looked intently into the man's face. Now that he could get a close look, he realised how beautiful Jaejoong really was, his big eyes displaying a deer-in-the-headlights look which Yunho could only smirk at again. Noticing him starting to fidget uncomfortably beneath him, Yunho tried to comfort him by saying: “calm down,” followed by: “I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to answer my question. Why do you always look into my apartment window?” His eyes were now staring directly into Yunho's soft brown eyes that were mere inches away from his own. He wasn't scared he was going to hurt him, he just didn't trust his legs to hold him up with him being in such close proximity to the man he was deeply obsessed with.
“Mhmmm” Yunho prompted when he got no answer, tilting his head slightly. “Don't you know why?” he asked using a teasing tone. Moving his head slowly to the side of Jaejoong's face, bringing his lips next to his ear, he whispered: “want me to help?” Without warning, he gently started to kiss Jaejoong's ear. From the shock, Jaejoong's legs gave in an decided to give way beneath him, leaving him sliding down the wall slightly, only to be stopped by Yunho, who moved his arms from either side of Jaejoong's head to place them on his sides, up near his armpits, holding him up. Once stable, he continued his soft kissed, moving painfully slowly down his ear and onto his neck. Each kiss sent shock waves through Jaejoong and he couldn't help but let out a little sigh. Hearing this, Yunho paused for a second, his lips still on his neck, before moving back and looking into Jaejoong's eyes.
“That help?” He asked teasingly.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Yunho noticed this and laughed softly. He also noticed the prominent blush that was spread over his cheeks.
“I think that's answer enough.” he smiled. Deciding he'd tortured the man enough, he slowly walked him over to a chair in the kitchen, promoting him to sit. “I'll be going then” he said, walking to the door again. Reaching it, he turned around, a massive grin now taking over his face.
“Why not come over next time instead of staring though my window like a creeper?” his tone teasing.
Then he opened the door and left, leaving Jaejoong in a catatonic state while, inside his head, his brain was having a party, screaming and cheering at what had just happened. Rousing, wanting to see more of Yunho, he turned around and almost manically headed for the window, leaning on it and staring out again towards Yunho's apartment. To his surprise, Yunho was at his window staring back at his window, as if almost expecting him to do that. When he noticed Jaejoong looking, he lifted his hand up and pointed his index finger at him, staring at him sternly; teasingly. Then he turned and walked quickly towards his front door again, opening it and walking out like someone in a mad hurry. Jaejoong watched intently, a confused look on his face, not quite understanding what that meant before his thoughts were interrupted by another knock at the door. Turning his head in the direction of the sound, he raised his eyebrows in surprise before lowering them, giving way to a slight knowing smile.......
*
After the day of their first meeting, Yunho always came round to Jaejoong's apartment if he caught him looking. Always. The process was the same as the first time: he'd point, then promptly march round, politely knocking then playfully admonishing him for staring into his window, saying “if you want to see me so badly, come see me!”, before leaving. And each time, Jaejoong would react in the same way: stunned silence, still amazed at seeing the object of his obsession within such close proximity to him. But with each encounter, he was becoming a bit calmer; he was even able to string a couple of sentences together during the last one....
This process had been occuring everyday now for about two weeks.....
For the first couple of days, it had been through force of habit that he had been caught looking. After all, it is hard to stop doing something that had informed your days for over a year and a half...... By the second week though, Jaejoong himself was starting to question his motives. A week was long enough to get over a habit, but why did he still look? And why did he always get caught? Did he want to get caught? Or did he just think he was some sort of master ninja who was practically invisible so he could get away with it? Either way, the event would always end with Yunho coming round to his apartment.
One the fifteenth day, Jaejoong was just making cup of tea and decided to look out of the window as he waited for the Kettle to boil - idly passing some time. His eyes instinctively fell on the apartment opposite him and to his surprise, there was already a man staring into his window. Out of shock, Jaejoong nearly tripped over a chair that was left next to the kitchen counter, but regained his balance, kneeling down to hide, clutching onto his chest and heaving heavily. After waiting a few seconds, he slowly lifted up his head so just his eyes were over so that he could peep. Yunho was still then, stood with his hands on his hips, an expecting smile plastered on his face. Jaejoong quickly hid himself fully again when he noticed this. Trying to clear his thoughts while he waited of the all-too-familiar I-caught-you-spying knock on the door, he let his arms flop down in defeat. But then he thought: He was already at the window when I looked..... he mush have been watching me. He couldn't help but grin wildly, until another thought occurred to him: he hasn't won this time, he shouldn't come round! If he does, I'll tell him straight! I'll sort him out! Full of determination, he proceeded to pour water out of the kettle that had just boiled. I'll sort him! He thought again, narrowing his eyes.
Minutes passed, but no knock. What was going on? Maybe he wasn't coming. This thought made Jaejoong feel a little disappointed so he started to pace up and down, rejecting the possibility. His determination to tell Yunho off was growing as the possibility of him not coming also grew.
When the elusive knock eventually came to the door, Jaejoong's determination and confidence melted away into nothing, replacing itself with a powder pink blush that spread down his cheeks. The band stopped him in his tracks and he slowly moved head to face to door, taking a deep breath and repeating his plan (now less convinced with his confidence) over and over in his head. Reaching the door, he opened it slowly and revealing - as if it was a surprise - Yunho.
“YOU WERE WA.......” Jaejoong's began before his words melted away as he looked into the man's eyes.
Squeezing his eyes tightly and raising his shoulder and dropping them in some sort of weird psyching-up technique, he started to speak again, letting his pointing finger add the emphasis lost from the lack of eye contact:
“YOU WEREWATCHI........” But this time he was stopped by a push to the head followed by a brush of the shoulders as the man entered his apartment.
“Oh shush. You can't get out of it you know!
“Hmph!” Jaejoong shouted in frustration.
Yunho was unfazed, continuing his journey into the apartment and sitting down on the chair that had nearly killed Jaejoong ten minutes earlier.
Looking at the frustrated man bemusedly, he asked: “so what excuse is it this time? You were watching the birds? You thought someone had broken into my apartment? You heard a bang? You might as well just tell me, I won't believe you, but it'll be good for a laugh,” finishing with a smug smile.
Riled up by the teasing and the building desire to wipe that smug smile of his face, Jaejoong spoke, finally saying what he had planned to: “YOU WERE WATCHING ME FIRST!” His arm fully outstretched pointing at Yunho in an accusatory manner.
Yunho stared at him, stunned at first that he actually had a voice that loud what all he'd heard were quiet, mouse like utterances, then he exploded in a fit of laughter. This only Frustrated Jaejoong further.
“You don't win this time! You were watching me! You're the creeper!”
Yunho laughed some more before calming, his face now perfectly still and looking directly at Jaejoong. “So?”
“What do you mean so?!”
“Exactly what it sounds like. So? So what? So what if I was looking at you? You still looked into my window did you not? I thought the rule here was that you're not allowed to look into my window.” The smile had now found its place again on his face.
Amazed, Jaejoong tried to reply: “B-Bu-Bu....Y-y-you.......” eventually giving up knowing that there was nothing he could say that would work. He did look into his apartment after all. Defeated, he threw his arms down and walked over to his sofa, plonking himself down and leaning his head back on the head-rest. Yunho waited a few seconds, then quickly slithered over to him, mirroring his movements in sitting down next to him.
“Why so frustrated?” he asked, knowing full well why, but just wanting to twist the knife more.
Bubbling up, Jaejoong turned his head about to shout, not expecting Yunho's face to be so close to his. Staring into his eyes, he closed his mouths. Yunho started to blink slowly, his upper eyelashes gracefully brushing against his lower ones, every painful stroke entrancing Jaejoong. Clearing his throat, Yunho gently started to blow a slow stream of air onto the other lips. This brought him round from his trance, causing him to pull his head away sharply, but stay facing him.
This only seemed to exasperate the moment as Yunho's eyes fell to Jaejoong's lips, causing Jaejoong to bite his bottom lip as the intensity of the stare made him feel uncomfortable. This was made even worse as Yunho brought his hand up to rest on the the squirming man's face, placing his thumb on his lips. In slow, laborious movements, he started to stroke his way along the full length of his plump lips, memorising each crease and contour. This elicited a little nervous whimper from the man, making Yunho jump but not deterring him.
“How can your lips be so soft?” He enquired, taking no notice of the state he was putting Jaejoong in. “So soft and smooth.....”. He started to press down harder now and all Jaejoong could do was give him a wide-eyed stare, unable to move. He didn't entirely dislike it, it just stirred up a whirlwind in his stomach. This whirlwind practically tripled when Yunho slowly started to move his head forward, eyes still fixed on his lips.
“Wh-what are you do-doing?” he managed to stutter out but it fell on deaf ears as Yunho continued to travel forwards. They were so close that Jaejoong could see every eyelash, but then he closed his eyes as he feet the pressure of Yunho's lips on the side of his mouth; close enough to his to drive him crazy without it being an actual kiss. He let it linger for what felt like forever before pulling away, eyes connected to Jaejoong's. Then he slowly removed his hand, doing one last torturous stroke on his lips with his thumb before taking it away entirely. Glad of the freedom, but missing his soft touch, Jaejoong let out another little whimper. Yunho didn't quite know how to react to that so he just turned away.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I lost control of myself.”
Not wanting Yunho to leave, Jaejoong hurriedly replied: “I-Its okay..... I-I don't mi-nd....”
Thinking this cute, he turned and smiled at that man, letting out a little laugh.
“Okay.” Then he sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees, engaging in a more serious pose. “So, after you distracted me like that, we'll get back to the matter at hand...... You looked into my window again!”
“Wh-what? You just molested my lips with your thumb, then kissed me * blush *...... I think we can forget about me looking into your window.”
“I never forget...... A rule is a rule no matter the context or surrounding incidents.... you can't get out of it that easy,” he stated matter-of-factly, putting Jaejoong in his place.
Feeling defeated for the umpteenth time this morning, Jaejoong let out a big sigh and gave in: “Okay, whatever.”
Laughing again, Yunho stood up and turned to face Jaejoong announcing: “Its been over two weeks of this now and clearly you haven't learnt your lesson. So I feel that I will have to place a stricter punishment on you to show you that I'm serious! Tomorrow,
eight o'clock, we will go on a date! I'll come round here, you'll cook for me, then we'll fall asleep in front of a really rubbish romance film with our legs up on the coffee table and your head resting on my shoulder. Plan!”
“Bu-bu.....” shock sucked away all his coherency.
“No buts. It's your punishment!” then he turned and headed towards the door, twisting back and looking Jaejoong seriously in the eyes and saying: “I'll be here at eight sharp! Don't forget! And don't look through my window again or I'll throw in a compulsory goodnight kiss!”
Then he left, leaving an overwrought Jaejoong to make sense of what had just happened.
Summary:Jaejoong has spent a long time staring into the window of the apartment opposite him, waiting for a glimpse of a man he is obsessed with. Fluff fluff fluff
“Damn it! Move, move, move, move, move!” Jaejoong yelled while flailing his arms around wildly.
“God-damn bird. If you don't move I swear I..... oh,” he got his wish, shouting after it: “its a good job too!” waving his fist in the air. “Now a lovely clear view.”
Jaejoong sat in a chair pulled up to his kitchen window, elbows resting on the window sill, head resting on elbows, face as close to the glass as was possible, staring out intently. The apartment block where he lived was built around a square courtyard, with all of the apartments facing out into it. His gaze was directed straight ahead of him into the window of the apartment opposite. He wasn't just staring idly into the apartment, looking for decorating tips or surveying the furniture, he was waiting for something specific to appear. Or rather someone specific. A man. They had lived in the same building for one year and eight months now. It started with simple intrigue, or maybe even nosiness. Hearing that someone new - a dancer - was moving in to the building, he would look through the window at the empty flat just to catch a glimpse. The day he moved in was the day the watching - obsession - started. It was a warm sunny day in the middle of summer when Jaejoong - who had been eating cereal while watching though the window - noticed movement. The apartments were pretty much open plan so you could see a lot of it. The front door opened relieving a man carrying a big box who walked over to the kitchen work surface and planted it down. Said work surface was directly under the kitchen window, so when the box was fully down on it, Jaejoong could see the man's face and torso clearly. He was gorgeous. Mouth agape, Jaejoong attempted to continue eating his cereal, not really looking where he was putting his spoon or where he was bringing the spoon to; the end result being a milky chin and a cereal covered lap. But he didn't notice, he just carried on trying to eat it. The man in the apartment continued the process of bringing in boxes and dumping them somewhere in the apartment for about half an hour before he was finished, closing the door and making his way to the boxes to start unpacking. Jaejoong hadn't moved apart from his head, which was significantly closer to the glass. He watched him unpack. Watched him make his lunch. Then watched him relax in front of the television. He was addicted already. One year and eight months later and he's still addicted and the funny thing about it is that he knows so much about this man from watching him about his daily routine, but he doesn't even know his name. The simple detail of a name.
*
The time was nearing twelve O'clock when the man Jaejoong sought for entered his apartment, instantly snapping Jaejoong out of his half-asleep half-awake state. Leaning closer to the glass, he observed his every movement again. He seemed stressed about something, walking into his living area and throwing his bags down onto the sofa. Where could he have been so late at night? Out with a friend maybe? A lover? Maybe they argued? Then he stood up and walked over to the window, looking out into the courtyard then scanning the apartments. When his eyes reached Jaejoong's, the watching man instantly threw himself of his chair, hurtling onto the floor with a crash, banging his knee in the process. Jaejoong had forgot to turn his light off so his stalking was in full view. Rolling over onto his back defeated, he thought to himself: nearly two years I have spent doing this. It has to stop, I need a life. Standing up and leaving, not bothering to even look out of the window again, Jaejoong went to bed. Since he didn't look, he didn't notice that the man was staring intently at his window, a gently smile playing across his lips.
The next morning, Jaejoong got his breakfast and, in his resolve to not look though the window, made his way to his living room sofa. On the way there, out of pure habit, he glanced to the side, eyes fixing directly on the apartment opposite. What he saw nearly made him spit his cereal out everywhere, and was enough to make him give up and resume his seat at the window. The man was dancing. Jaejoong couldn't hear the music, he could just see the man moving and twirling his body in an almost mesmerizing fashion. He knew he was a dance, but in all his time of watching him, he had never seen him dance. He really was a fantastic dancer, entrancing Jaejoong further and further with every move. I can't stop watching this man. This went on for about twenty minutes before the man stopped and made his way to what Jaejoong presumed was the bathroom to wash up. He returned ten minutes later, clad in new clothes with a towel over his head that was being rubbed vigorously. Jaejoong was entranced even by as simple act as that. Oh my goodness. Jaejoong tilted his head to the side, a wide smile plastering over his face and his eyes lidding in a dreamy haze and it was that moment that the man took it upon himself to look out of his window again, the same as the night before, scanning the grounds then working his way across the apartments stopping - once again - at Jaejoong's apartment. Eyes fixed on Jaejoong, the man slowly slipped the towel slowly of his head revealing his messy hair and another gently smile gracing his features. Jaejoong was still obviously staring into the man's apartment - that much was clear - but he wasn't even slightly aware that the man was staring back, he was too deep in a floaty daydream to notice. After a couple of minutes looking at him, the man turned and walked away, laughing softly to himself. When Jaejoong finally snapped out of his trance, the man was no where is sight.
“Hmph!”
It was around two O'clock when he appeared again, when Jaejoong was making some lunch. He just casually looked out of the window only to see the back of the man disappearing through his front door.
“You've only just shown yourself, why go so quick damn it!” He protested, running quickly over to food that was starting to burn. “AISH!” He plated up and made his way over to his kitchen table, placing it down and seating himself in front of it. He had just picked up his chopsticks when there was a knock at the door.
“Inconvenient,” huffed Jaejoong, practically throwing his chopsticks down and stopping to the door - evidently still in a bad mood from only seeing a glimpse of the man.
“What do you wan........” his word were cut off when he realised who it was at the door.
It was the man......
Unable to find his words, he just stood there in a stunned silence, mouth slightly parted. The man - who it was discovered was taller than him - looked down at him with soft eyes. He was slightly amused by the look on the man's face but kept his composure.
“Erm, hello. I live in this building and I've just run out of sugar. Could I please borrow some from you?” His voice sending waves though Jaejoong. This man had long just been a visual stimulation for him, but now he could hear his voice. It was driving him wild.
When the man received no reply, just the same stunned silence and gormless look, he added: “I will buy you some back when I go to the shop.” Still no reply. What is wrong with him? Bring his hand up to Jaejoong face, he clicked his fingers. This worked, eliciting a slight yelp from the stunned man, and making his brain come back into focus.
“Oh! Er.... yeah. Come in,” he eventually answered while pulling the door fully open to allow the man to come in. And he did, smiling as he entered. Jaejoong closed the door behind him and made his way over to his kitchen, legs feeling like jelly. He was wobbling a bit, but he managed it. The man followed close behind, surveying the surroundings as he went.
“This is a nice apartment,” he said, offering a big smile.
“Th-thank you,” was the shakey reply.
“How long have you lived here?” The man asked, clearly curious.
Reaching for his sugar in the cupboard, Jaejoong answered: “um, about four years.... I think.”
“Oh, so you're familiar with the building and the surroundings. That's cool.” He continued to look around, his eyes fixing on a pair of binoculars that were placed in the kitchen window just as Jaejoong was approaching him with the sugar.
“YES!” he shouted, trying to direct his attention away from the tell tale binoculars, throwing a tea-towel over them when he had his attention. “Yes. I'm very familiar.” this time softer. The man just looked at him bemusedly, taking the sugar that was being offered to him.
“Thank you very much,” he smiled. “I'll be going then. I'm Yunho by the way.” He said bowing and extending his free hand towards him, which Jaejoong stared at like it was the hand of God before taking a hold. Jaejoong felt like his stomach was on a bouncy castle as Yunho returned the grasp, moving his hand up and down gently. He had a firm but soft grasp and his hands were soft. “Its nice to meet you.” he said before turning and heading for the door.
Yes! Yes it is! Jaejoong screamed in his head, nodding furiously, hand tingly.
When the man reached the door, he reached for the handle but paused when they met. Turning his head slightly to the side, he said:
“Oh, by the way....... I've seen you watching me.” that now familiar smile playing on his lips. “Why?”
Shocked at the sudden revelation, Jaejoong tried to stutter out a panicked answer, knowing he had to say something. “I..I..I j-just l-like to l-look out of m-my window. I w-wasn't looking a-anywhere in p-particular.....”
Doing a full turn now and looking into Jaejoong's face, the man said almost teasingly: “are you sure?” He took one step forward.
“Y-Yes”
“You promise?” He took another step forward.
“I I p-promise,” voice now more panicked than ever.
“I don't believe you” he announced, making the gap between them only a foot long by taking yet another step forward.
All Jaejoong could do was look up at the taller man, his head now a mess of thoughts screaming at him. Slowly, Yunho reached down and put the sugar on the floor, freeing up both his hands.
“I don't believe you one bit.” he said again, putting both his hands on his shoulders and pushing him gently towards the wall behind him. A hand either side of his head, he looked intently into the man's face. Now that he could get a close look, he realised how beautiful Jaejoong really was, his big eyes displaying a deer-in-the-headlights look which Yunho could only smirk at again. Noticing him starting to fidget uncomfortably beneath him, Yunho tried to comfort him by saying: “calm down,” followed by: “I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to answer my question. Why do you always look into my apartment window?” His eyes were now staring directly into Yunho's soft brown eyes that were mere inches away from his own. He wasn't scared he was going to hurt him, he just didn't trust his legs to hold him up with him being in such close proximity to the man he was deeply obsessed with.
“Mhmmm” Yunho prompted when he got no answer, tilting his head slightly. “Don't you know why?” he asked using a teasing tone. Moving his head slowly to the side of Jaejoong's face, bringing his lips next to his ear, he whispered: “want me to help?” Without warning, he gently started to kiss Jaejoong's ear. From the shock, Jaejoong's legs gave in an decided to give way beneath him, leaving him sliding down the wall slightly, only to be stopped by Yunho, who moved his arms from either side of Jaejoong's head to place them on his sides, up near his armpits, holding him up. Once stable, he continued his soft kissed, moving painfully slowly down his ear and onto his neck. Each kiss sent shock waves through Jaejoong and he couldn't help but let out a little sigh. Hearing this, Yunho paused for a second, his lips still on his neck, before moving back and looking into Jaejoong's eyes.
“That help?” He asked teasingly.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Yunho noticed this and laughed softly. He also noticed the prominent blush that was spread over his cheeks.
“I think that's answer enough.” he smiled. Deciding he'd tortured the man enough, he slowly walked him over to a chair in the kitchen, promoting him to sit. “I'll be going then” he said, walking to the door again. Reaching it, he turned around, a massive grin now taking over his face.
“Why not come over next time instead of staring though my window like a creeper?” his tone teasing.
Then he opened the door and left, leaving Jaejoong in a catatonic state while, inside his head, his brain was having a party, screaming and cheering at what had just happened. Rousing, wanting to see more of Yunho, he turned around and almost manically headed for the window, leaning on it and staring out again towards Yunho's apartment. To his surprise, Yunho was at his window staring back at his window, as if almost expecting him to do that. When he noticed Jaejoong looking, he lifted his hand up and pointed his index finger at him, staring at him sternly; teasingly. Then he turned and walked quickly towards his front door again, opening it and walking out like someone in a mad hurry. Jaejoong watched intently, a confused look on his face, not quite understanding what that meant before his thoughts were interrupted by another knock at the door. Turning his head in the direction of the sound, he raised his eyebrows in surprise before lowering them, giving way to a slight knowing smile.......
*
After the day of their first meeting, Yunho always came round to Jaejoong's apartment if he caught him looking. Always. The process was the same as the first time: he'd point, then promptly march round, politely knocking then playfully admonishing him for staring into his window, saying “if you want to see me so badly, come see me!”, before leaving. And each time, Jaejoong would react in the same way: stunned silence, still amazed at seeing the object of his obsession within such close proximity to him. But with each encounter, he was becoming a bit calmer; he was even able to string a couple of sentences together during the last one....
This process had been occuring everyday now for about two weeks.....
For the first couple of days, it had been through force of habit that he had been caught looking. After all, it is hard to stop doing something that had informed your days for over a year and a half...... By the second week though, Jaejoong himself was starting to question his motives. A week was long enough to get over a habit, but why did he still look? And why did he always get caught? Did he want to get caught? Or did he just think he was some sort of master ninja who was practically invisible so he could get away with it? Either way, the event would always end with Yunho coming round to his apartment.
One the fifteenth day, Jaejoong was just making cup of tea and decided to look out of the window as he waited for the Kettle to boil - idly passing some time. His eyes instinctively fell on the apartment opposite him and to his surprise, there was already a man staring into his window. Out of shock, Jaejoong nearly tripped over a chair that was left next to the kitchen counter, but regained his balance, kneeling down to hide, clutching onto his chest and heaving heavily. After waiting a few seconds, he slowly lifted up his head so just his eyes were over so that he could peep. Yunho was still then, stood with his hands on his hips, an expecting smile plastered on his face. Jaejoong quickly hid himself fully again when he noticed this. Trying to clear his thoughts while he waited of the all-too-familiar I-caught-you-spying knock on the door, he let his arms flop down in defeat. But then he thought: He was already at the window when I looked..... he mush have been watching me. He couldn't help but grin wildly, until another thought occurred to him: he hasn't won this time, he shouldn't come round! If he does, I'll tell him straight! I'll sort him out! Full of determination, he proceeded to pour water out of the kettle that had just boiled. I'll sort him! He thought again, narrowing his eyes.
Minutes passed, but no knock. What was going on? Maybe he wasn't coming. This thought made Jaejoong feel a little disappointed so he started to pace up and down, rejecting the possibility. His determination to tell Yunho off was growing as the possibility of him not coming also grew.
When the elusive knock eventually came to the door, Jaejoong's determination and confidence melted away into nothing, replacing itself with a powder pink blush that spread down his cheeks. The band stopped him in his tracks and he slowly moved head to face to door, taking a deep breath and repeating his plan (now less convinced with his confidence) over and over in his head. Reaching the door, he opened it slowly and revealing - as if it was a surprise - Yunho.
“YOU WERE WA.......” Jaejoong's began before his words melted away as he looked into the man's eyes.
Squeezing his eyes tightly and raising his shoulder and dropping them in some sort of weird psyching-up technique, he started to speak again, letting his pointing finger add the emphasis lost from the lack of eye contact:
“YOU WEREWATCHI........” But this time he was stopped by a push to the head followed by a brush of the shoulders as the man entered his apartment.
“Oh shush. You can't get out of it you know!
“Hmph!” Jaejoong shouted in frustration.
Yunho was unfazed, continuing his journey into the apartment and sitting down on the chair that had nearly killed Jaejoong ten minutes earlier.
Looking at the frustrated man bemusedly, he asked: “so what excuse is it this time? You were watching the birds? You thought someone had broken into my apartment? You heard a bang? You might as well just tell me, I won't believe you, but it'll be good for a laugh,” finishing with a smug smile.
Riled up by the teasing and the building desire to wipe that smug smile of his face, Jaejoong spoke, finally saying what he had planned to: “YOU WERE WATCHING ME FIRST!” His arm fully outstretched pointing at Yunho in an accusatory manner.
Yunho stared at him, stunned at first that he actually had a voice that loud what all he'd heard were quiet, mouse like utterances, then he exploded in a fit of laughter. This only Frustrated Jaejoong further.
“You don't win this time! You were watching me! You're the creeper!”
Yunho laughed some more before calming, his face now perfectly still and looking directly at Jaejoong. “So?”
“What do you mean so?!”
“Exactly what it sounds like. So? So what? So what if I was looking at you? You still looked into my window did you not? I thought the rule here was that you're not allowed to look into my window.” The smile had now found its place again on his face.
Amazed, Jaejoong tried to reply: “B-Bu-Bu....Y-y-you.......” eventually giving up knowing that there was nothing he could say that would work. He did look into his apartment after all. Defeated, he threw his arms down and walked over to his sofa, plonking himself down and leaning his head back on the head-rest. Yunho waited a few seconds, then quickly slithered over to him, mirroring his movements in sitting down next to him.
“Why so frustrated?” he asked, knowing full well why, but just wanting to twist the knife more.
Bubbling up, Jaejoong turned his head about to shout, not expecting Yunho's face to be so close to his. Staring into his eyes, he closed his mouths. Yunho started to blink slowly, his upper eyelashes gracefully brushing against his lower ones, every painful stroke entrancing Jaejoong. Clearing his throat, Yunho gently started to blow a slow stream of air onto the other lips. This brought him round from his trance, causing him to pull his head away sharply, but stay facing him.
This only seemed to exasperate the moment as Yunho's eyes fell to Jaejoong's lips, causing Jaejoong to bite his bottom lip as the intensity of the stare made him feel uncomfortable. This was made even worse as Yunho brought his hand up to rest on the the squirming man's face, placing his thumb on his lips. In slow, laborious movements, he started to stroke his way along the full length of his plump lips, memorising each crease and contour. This elicited a little nervous whimper from the man, making Yunho jump but not deterring him.
“How can your lips be so soft?” He enquired, taking no notice of the state he was putting Jaejoong in. “So soft and smooth.....”. He started to press down harder now and all Jaejoong could do was give him a wide-eyed stare, unable to move. He didn't entirely dislike it, it just stirred up a whirlwind in his stomach. This whirlwind practically tripled when Yunho slowly started to move his head forward, eyes still fixed on his lips.
“Wh-what are you do-doing?” he managed to stutter out but it fell on deaf ears as Yunho continued to travel forwards. They were so close that Jaejoong could see every eyelash, but then he closed his eyes as he feet the pressure of Yunho's lips on the side of his mouth; close enough to his to drive him crazy without it being an actual kiss. He let it linger for what felt like forever before pulling away, eyes connected to Jaejoong's. Then he slowly removed his hand, doing one last torturous stroke on his lips with his thumb before taking it away entirely. Glad of the freedom, but missing his soft touch, Jaejoong let out another little whimper. Yunho didn't quite know how to react to that so he just turned away.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I lost control of myself.”
Not wanting Yunho to leave, Jaejoong hurriedly replied: “I-Its okay..... I-I don't mi-nd....”
Thinking this cute, he turned and smiled at that man, letting out a little laugh.
“Okay.” Then he sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees, engaging in a more serious pose. “So, after you distracted me like that, we'll get back to the matter at hand...... You looked into my window again!”
“Wh-what? You just molested my lips with your thumb, then kissed me * blush *...... I think we can forget about me looking into your window.”
“I never forget...... A rule is a rule no matter the context or surrounding incidents.... you can't get out of it that easy,” he stated matter-of-factly, putting Jaejoong in his place.
Feeling defeated for the umpteenth time this morning, Jaejoong let out a big sigh and gave in: “Okay, whatever.”
Laughing again, Yunho stood up and turned to face Jaejoong announcing: “Its been over two weeks of this now and clearly you haven't learnt your lesson. So I feel that I will have to place a stricter punishment on you to show you that I'm serious! Tomorrow,
eight o'clock, we will go on a date! I'll come round here, you'll cook for me, then we'll fall asleep in front of a really rubbish romance film with our legs up on the coffee table and your head resting on my shoulder. Plan!”
“Bu-bu.....” shock sucked away all his coherency.
“No buts. It's your punishment!” then he turned and headed towards the door, twisting back and looking Jaejoong seriously in the eyes and saying: “I'll be here at eight sharp! Don't forget! And don't look through my window again or I'll throw in a compulsory goodnight kiss!”
Then he left, leaving an overwrought Jaejoong to make sense of what had just happened.