'Yunnie' Meets 'Tomato Bastard'
Title: 'Yunnie' Meets 'Tomato Bastard'
Author: me
Pairings: Yunjae (Yunho x Jaejoong), and Spamano (Spain x Romano, from Hetalia)
Length: Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Crackfic
Disclaimer: DBSK and JYJ belong to themselves, families, and their companies. Hetalia is owned by Himaruya Hidekaz
Warnings: Language and suggestive themes
Summary: Yunho waits for Jaejoong while he goes out and buys ice cream. Bored, the former sits on a wooden bench and interestingly enough, so does an oblivious Spaniard. Crossover between AU!Yunjae and Spamano.
“Hey Yunnie?”
“Hm?”
“I'm gonna buy ice cream over there, okay?”
Yunho smiled. “Alright,” and gave a peck on Jaejoong's lips before the man dillydallied across the street.
It sure is loud, Yunho thought.
Legs open, arms spread out, he plopped himself on a wooden bench. Madison Square Garden in New York was big, and there was no stopping of businesspeople running about. More than anything, Yunho was confused and overwhelmed by the sheer number of people speaking English, thelingua franca he should have learned a long time ago.
Bored, and out of his mind, he decided to glance all around him. A couple held hand in hand, a crazy grandma screaming bad words? Yunho shook his head. Maybe America wasn't as normal as he thought.
He felt the bench move and creak. Turning his head to the side, he was surprised to see a foreigner (Mediterranean, possibly). With his chocolate brown locks, thinned lips, and scrunched eyebrows, the man rapidly texted on his phone. For some reason, all the Asian could heard was something along the lines of 'Lovi, Lovi' chanted rapidly like a mantra. He thought it was weird of the foreigner to do that.
And coincidentally, that same foreigner turned his head to focus his attention to Yunho, startling the Asian as he noticed the bright green eyes that contrasted the foreigner's tanned skin.
The guy beamed and waved, strangely enough.
“Hola~”
He was sure back in Korea, strangers never greeted easily to one another. It was something of a custom-he never bothered in another person's business. Unsure of what to say, Yunho gave a simple smile and waved back.
“Hello,” he said in an accented English.
The foreigner's eyes twinkled in the sunlight. The sun-kissed skin, darker than the Asian's own, gleamed and shaped his Adonis figure. Yunho stared at the foreigner. He felt he was being compared: him, a smoking, hot Asian - versus a gorgeous (and a ditzy-looking) Mediterranean...guy.
Yunho didn't know the fucking race of the foreigner. How the hell was he supposed to know?
“Is this your first time in America?” The foreigner asked in English. Curiosity gleamed in his emerald eyes, letting his phone vibrate on his lap for some reason.
The Asian cleared his throat to answer in the best pronounced English he had, “Yes. First time,” he smiled. He was proud of being able to understand what the foreigner asked, even though Jaejoong spoke better English than his lover.
The foreigner beamed, the light shining his white teeth, and extended his hand out for Yunho to shake.
“My name's Antonio Carriedo. I'm from Spain.” The Asian smiled and shook his hand firm with the now named Antonio, “and - Oh! My phone's ringing!” He dropped the handshake to check the silent phone, no longer vibrating. The panic on his face confused Yunho, wondering why Antonio didn't notice in the first place.
After watching the foreigner text and chat on his phone in rapid English, Yunho tried his best to listen to the conversation. Much of it was too fast for the Asian to understand, but he managed to catch a couple chants of 'Robi' (seriously, foreigners have really weird names). It went on for a short while until Antonio stopped talking and snapped his phone to put it back in his pocket.
“Ahaha~ mi poco tomate wanted to know what I wanted,” he laughed as he scratched the back of his head. “He can be very mean sometimes.”
Yunho, unsure how to respond and confused as to understanding Antonio's mixing of European languages, smiled awkwardly. Maybe it would be in his best interests to ask what Antonio meant by that, since this was an opportunity for Yunho to improve his English.
“Ah, yeah,” Yunho agreed somewhat, “What does...ah, what does 'mi poko tomate' mean?”
The Spaniard looked confused for a moment before a light bulb hit his face.
“Oh!” He clapped his hands, “it means in Spanish, 'my little tomato'!”
My little tomato? Yunho didn't understood the full meaning of the phrase. Looking at the confused man, the Spaniard smiled sympathetically and used hand gestures to explain the meaning of each word.
“It's like this!” Antonio exclaimed.
He pointed to himself, and said 'my'. Odd. Yunho copied what Antonio did by pointing to himself and said the same thing. Yunho swore the guy was about to awe at him for his mimicry before the Spaniard moved on.
“Then! 'Little' is this!” The bench abruptly shook as Antonio stood up. He raised his hand in a horizontal position, raising up and down. Yunho thought at first the Spaniard was measuring the height of the invisible air, but realized as the hand lowered, Yunho got the meaning of 'little'.
Not necessary to copy. Yunho thought the example was pretty odd by his standards, even though he was able to understand it completely. When Antonio sat back down, the Asian decided to make the Spaniard stop from explaining the next word.
“Ah, wait.”
Antonio only flipped his phone before diverting his attention to the Asian. “Hm?”
“Tomato is, ahh,” Yunho paused, thinking of how to describe the fruit in English, “tomato is ahh, red? Like circle, and ahh...Hahaha, circle and...juicy?” He traced his fingers to make an invisible circle.
This time, Antonio practically glowed when Yunho described a tomato. He was nervous, worried about being reprimanded for his English, but instead, the Spaniard reacted with joy when Yunho explained in his battered English how the vegetable-no, fruit-looked in appearance. Was it normal for a man to be this optimistic? About a tomato?
“Si! Si! Yes, just like that!” Antonio clapped. The Asian felt relieved from his pressures for perfection, and he blushed from the enthusiastic compliment.
A few minutes passed just as the Spaniard quieted down. Of course Yunho felt proud (but modest on the outside) that he was able to make someone happy, although the loud cheering hurt his ears a bit. It seemed like forever until another flash of curiosity crossed Antonio's face.
And again that Yunho might had to answer something so difficult once again.
“I forgot to ask by the way, but what's your name, señor?” Antonio asked.
This time, Yunho knew part of the question. Before coming to America, Jaejoong taught the tall man what greetings and phrases were important. Basics including 'Hello, how are you?', 'What's your name?', and 'Where are you from?'. Yunho made no attempt in memorizing it, but the blackmailing of no sex by Jaejoong forced the grudged former to do it on his lover's behalf. He suddenly remembered that he forgot to introduce himself, and a slight blush waved through his face.
“Ah, well,” he started, “My name is Jung Yunho, and I am from South Korea.” He said slowly, accenting and punctuating each word for clarity. He expected to see a satisfied expression, but it had the opposite effect. Antonio, for some reason, paled slightly when Yunho mentioned his nationality.
Why is he paling? Yunho thought. He raised his hand and waved it over the Spaniard's face, saying a 'Hello~.' The Asian saw the green eyes trailing from his eyes, to his face, and to his chest, vaguely unaware of what Antonio was going to do next. The Spaniard extended his arm, like a curious toddler, leaned closer, as his hand lurched out-
-and grabbed the Asian's pecs firmly.
“What the fuck are you doing you crazy bastard!” Yunho screamed, reverting in Korean. He yanked the surprised Antonio's hand away and covered his chest, feeling very conscious of it at the moment. It was a known fact between him and Jaejoong (and the Yoosumin crew) that Yunho had a bit of a chest problem, which no one except for him and his lover, were allowed to touch. Let alone a stranger he just met today.
He glared at Antonio with as much contempt, the latter raising his hands up high and looking apologetic.
“I'm sorry!” He said, “I didn't-I mean, I thought you were like South Korea!”
Yunho continued to glare, but the sudden mention of his home country made him blink. South Korea? What kind of a person would name their child South Korea? He slid his hands slowly from his chest, until they rested upon his lap.
“South...Korea?” Yunho asked.
A flash of realization was on Antonio's face, before covering it up with a sunny-as-fuck smile. “I mean Im Yong Soo! Haha~ I keep on forgetting that we're not at the world conference anymore~.” He scratched the back of his head as he laughed nervously.
Due to his limitations of the English language, Yunho didn't process the words coming from the Spaniard's mouth. The only thing he heard was a Korean name.
“Who is Im Yong Soo?” He pondered, wondering how Antonio knew a Korean.
Antonio blinked. “Oh, it's this guy I know who loves grabbing chests," he replied. Yunho nodded, not following the fast-paced speaking. Antonio lowered his head, and narrowed his eyebrows.
“He's really annoying. Touching my Lovi while I'm not around...” he muttered. Again, the funny name appeared.
The both of them didn't say anything else. Yunho was a little surprised to see the Spaniard upset. It was uncharacteristic, and a bit unnerving for the Asian to see that side of Antonio. A few minutes of waiting, he flipped open his phone and the smile came back in full force.
Yunho thought, he is definitely weird. Not long after, the man started chattering happily to the recipient. And again that the Asian pretended he wasn't listening to the rapid conversation. Picking up phrases along the lines of 'mi poco tomate', and 'Lovi~.' Anything and everything else in between those two phrases, it slipped from Yunho's mind. It went on for a while until Yunho heard a content sigh, and he saw the phone clacking shut.
He stood up, “Mi displace, Yunho. My boyfriend, Lovi, wants me. Bye bye~," he started walking, and turned around to wave at the Asian. Yunho realized the connection of the person with the 'Lovi' and Antonio, noting that the latter said 'boyfriend'. He smiled and waved back as the Spaniard's walking figure faded slowly. He noticed the guy had a nice butt, although Jaejoong's ass was obviously ten times better, and yummier.
Not that the Asian will ever tell Jaejoong about it. He would have threw a fit, and the consequences at the very least was no sex for a month. The results could have screwed Yunho over; both emotionally and sexually.
His phone started vibrating. Yunho checked to see the screen flicker 'Joongie', Jaejoong's nickname. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and pressed the call button to hear his Boojae speak.
“Hey Joongie,” he greeted in Korean.
On the recipient's side, Yunho heard bits of screaming in the background. “Yunho! Get your ass over here!” The Asian pulled his ears away from his yelling boyfriend.
Worriedly, Yunho stood up to go where Jaejoong had walked. “Jaejoong? What's wrong?” He asked.
“ 'What's wrong?' you ask? There's a fucking bastard who won't let go of this...mmph! Damn thing! ” Then Yunho heard Jaejoong yelling in English at someone, which Yunho could barely listen to the other person due to interference in the background.
“Jaejoong? Jaejoong? Are you there?” Yunho wanted to clarify, but realized the call had ended.
Aish...what the hell is he doing?
He snapped his phone shut, and ran till he reached one of the street junctions. He saw that a crowd formed around a stall that sold plushies. There, people watching with fascination, as Yunho noticed the flickers of arms and hands (and a curl?) that popped overhead. He ran across the street, hurrying to the circle of people. Shoving them aside, he finally saw who were the people inside.
Jaejoong, his dear raven-haired Boojae, was up against a olive-skinned slender boy, no bigger than Yunho's Jaejoongie, with a strange curl on the side of his head. They both were screaming and pulling at something which resembled a big, furry pizza.
Seriously? Yunho rubbed his temples. They were fighting over a fucking doll?
“Damnit pretty boy bastard! Get your hands off the fucking pizza!” The slender boy screamed.
Jaejoong tugged the plushie closer, and yelled back. “No way in hell, you shitty bastard! And I'm not fucking pretty! I'm supposed to be manly!”
“Shut the fuck up you fucking fag! You look like a fucking girl!”
“Well you shut your fucking mouth! I'm a guy!”
“Fuck you fag!”
“Go burn in hell, you fucking hypocrite!”
They continued tossing insults to one another, obvious that Yunho didn't understand. The poor plushie was about to get ripped, if the both of them continued to pull it stubbornly to their side.
Riiiiip.
Too late.
Both parties stopped whatever they were doing and looked at each other in silence. Jaejoong merely looked surprised, while the boy with the curl was horrified. The latter stared down on the ripped doll, the fillings leaving its sanctity as the gentle wind breezed. Yunho saw the olive-skinned boy curl his long fingers on the pepperoni topping, and tears started falling from his cheeks.
Oh dear. If it was Yunho's Boojae crying, then he would have hugged the poor boy until he stopped hiccuping. But because it was someone else whom the Asian didn't know, he wasn't sure what to do.
Or maybe he could.
Jaejoong noticed Yunho walking up to him, looking blank. A flash of shame cross the pretty boy's face, and bit his lip as he turned away from his boyfriend.
Yunho glared at Jaejoong, wanting to know what happened.
“What did you do?” He demanded. Saying his full name well-meant that Yunho wasn't happy with what Jaejoong did, regardless of the outcome.
“Jaejoong, look at me.”
Nothing. Yunho tried again.
“Jaejoong.”
He said nothing. Yunho sighed frustratedly, running a hand through his hair.
“Kim Jaejoong, I said look at me-”
“Lovi! Mi poco tomate, what's wrong?” A sudden voice rang out.
Yunho, surprised by the similar voice, turned his head to see the same Spaniard running towards the crying olive-skinned boy. He comforted the boy in his arms and Yunho vaguely heard the muffled sniffing. It looked very endearing, and the Asian couldn't help but think it was the most adorable thing he ever saw.
His attention went back to Jaejoong, who was staring at the cuddling couple. Did he expected for his lover to do the same? Yunho saw the lips biting down hard, quivering to prevent himself from crying.
Sighing, the Asian took in Jaejoong's lean figure close to his body, wrapping the strong pair of arms around his waist. He buried his head into the crook of his lover's neck, breathing in the warm scent of cinnamon.
“Sorry,” he said automatically. He hadn't meant to be angry at Jaejoong, but from what Yunho witnessed, it was foolish of them to fight over something useless like a doll.
Which was the reason why he got upset in the first place.
“Yunho...I-“
“Shhh,” Yunho hushed. He soothed the lover in his arms by rubbing his backside. “Just don't say anything for now, okay?”
“Mmm.”
The muffled voice rumbled on Yunho's skin, unintentionally arousing the poor man. He growled, forcing himself to stop the growing erection. It didn't help that Jaejoong buried his face into the man more and more, and Yunho wished he would kind of stop doing that before the bulge became noticeable.
By the time he looked up, most of the crowd had disappeared. There were no longer looks of bewilderment, just people coming and going. Yunho cast a glaze over, and saw the two Mediterranean lovers holding hands, walking over to the Asian duo. The olive-skinned boy, now known as Lovi, stared down on the ground as he dragged his feet in reluctance. Antonio on his side smiled and Yunho thought he saw the Spaniard squeeze their interlocked hands.
The ripped pizza was left behind them, all the fillings flying everywhere.
“Ahaha~ It's you again!” Antonio nervously chuckled.
Another coincidental meeting between the two tops founded themselves in an awkward situation, alongside their lovers. For one, Jaejoong and the olive-skinned 'Lovi' fought over something trivial, and Yunho and Antonio had an unusual first meeting while they sat on a bench.
Yunho, unsure of what to do next, slowly let go of Jaejoong, his grip loosening. The Asian smiled in nervousness. His lips leaned over close to his lover's ear, so that he was able to hear what Yunho said.
“Jaejoong,” his lip movements were minimal. “Apologize right now.”
The frown on Jaejoong's face annoyed Yunho. He knew his lover was a stubborn man, but as a man who honours respect greatly, he must do it regardless of the outcome. After a few seconds, he lowered his head-no eye contact-and raised it.
“I'm sorry,” Jaejoong said in English.
Antonio smiled, while Lovi scowled. Yunho did the same thing as Antonio, although it was out of nervousness. The Spaniard turned to face the olive-skinned boy and whispered something, before Yunho noticed the boy kept scowling, and Antonio nudged his shoulders.
“Lovi~ come on,” he called.
The boy made no attempt in changing his expression, but his boyfriend's consistent pestering forced him to sigh and relax his shoulders.
“Damnit...”
He looked away for a moment, and returned with the same scowl, “I'm sorry, alright? For yelling at you, and stuff...” He dug in his pockets to give a bundle of crinkled bills, handing it roughly over to Jaejoong.
He accepted it out of surprise.
“There!”
Lovi glared at his boyfriend.
“Damnit tomato bastard! Let's fucking go already!” He yanked his confused boyfriend by the arm, quickly stomping away from the silent Asian couple as the Spaniard complained about being hurt.
Despite all the talking done in English, Yunho did not understand a single word that came out of their mouths.
Both Asians stared at each other, wondering what the hell just happened.
“Uhh...so Jaejoong, what just happened?” Yunho finally asked.
His lover shrugged, putting the money back in his jean pockets. “Nothing, I guess. I got free money though, so we can go to a hotel,” he lewdly smiled.
Yunho was bewildered. “You didn't buy any ice cream?”
“Didn't have any.”
“Uh-huh,” he nodded in skepticism. A hotel in the middle of the day?
Unless...
Smirking, he quickly wrapped his arms around Jaejoong's slender waist, and kissed him passionately. The eagerness was evident. Yunho's bulge disappeared when the Mediterranean couple came up to them, but the excitement in his cock was coming back. Bigger than ever.
They broke apart their interlocking moment, breathing heavily as they stared into each other's eyes with lust and love.
“So, where to?” Yunho panted.
Instead of answering, Jaejoong pulled his lover down for another kiss, this time intruding Yunho's mouth using his tongue. Shoving and moving in every crevice and corner of his hot, wet, cavern, until he managed to pull back, and chuckled when Yunho groaned in disappointment.
“Anywhere and everywhere, so come on.”
And he pulled Yunho, hand in hand, as they disappeared off into the busy streets of New York.
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A/N: Soo...I wasn't sure if I was allowed to post it on jaeho-complex, since this was a crossover fic between the Kpop fandom and the Hetalia fandom, so I decided to post it on my journal instead.
Author: me
Pairings: Yunjae (Yunho x Jaejoong), and Spamano (Spain x Romano, from Hetalia)
Length: Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Crackfic
Disclaimer: DBSK and JYJ belong to themselves, families, and their companies. Hetalia is owned by Himaruya Hidekaz
Warnings: Language and suggestive themes
Summary: Yunho waits for Jaejoong while he goes out and buys ice cream. Bored, the former sits on a wooden bench and interestingly enough, so does an oblivious Spaniard. Crossover between AU!Yunjae and Spamano.
“Hey Yunnie?”
“Hm?”
“I'm gonna buy ice cream over there, okay?”
Yunho smiled. “Alright,” and gave a peck on Jaejoong's lips before the man dillydallied across the street.
It sure is loud, Yunho thought.
Legs open, arms spread out, he plopped himself on a wooden bench. Madison Square Garden in New York was big, and there was no stopping of businesspeople running about. More than anything, Yunho was confused and overwhelmed by the sheer number of people speaking English, thelingua franca he should have learned a long time ago.
Bored, and out of his mind, he decided to glance all around him. A couple held hand in hand, a crazy grandma screaming bad words? Yunho shook his head. Maybe America wasn't as normal as he thought.
He felt the bench move and creak. Turning his head to the side, he was surprised to see a foreigner (Mediterranean, possibly). With his chocolate brown locks, thinned lips, and scrunched eyebrows, the man rapidly texted on his phone. For some reason, all the Asian could heard was something along the lines of 'Lovi, Lovi' chanted rapidly like a mantra. He thought it was weird of the foreigner to do that.
And coincidentally, that same foreigner turned his head to focus his attention to Yunho, startling the Asian as he noticed the bright green eyes that contrasted the foreigner's tanned skin.
The guy beamed and waved, strangely enough.
“Hola~”
He was sure back in Korea, strangers never greeted easily to one another. It was something of a custom-he never bothered in another person's business. Unsure of what to say, Yunho gave a simple smile and waved back.
“Hello,” he said in an accented English.
The foreigner's eyes twinkled in the sunlight. The sun-kissed skin, darker than the Asian's own, gleamed and shaped his Adonis figure. Yunho stared at the foreigner. He felt he was being compared: him, a smoking, hot Asian - versus a gorgeous (and a ditzy-looking) Mediterranean...guy.
Yunho didn't know the fucking race of the foreigner. How the hell was he supposed to know?
“Is this your first time in America?” The foreigner asked in English. Curiosity gleamed in his emerald eyes, letting his phone vibrate on his lap for some reason.
The Asian cleared his throat to answer in the best pronounced English he had, “Yes. First time,” he smiled. He was proud of being able to understand what the foreigner asked, even though Jaejoong spoke better English than his lover.
The foreigner beamed, the light shining his white teeth, and extended his hand out for Yunho to shake.
“My name's Antonio Carriedo. I'm from Spain.” The Asian smiled and shook his hand firm with the now named Antonio, “and - Oh! My phone's ringing!” He dropped the handshake to check the silent phone, no longer vibrating. The panic on his face confused Yunho, wondering why Antonio didn't notice in the first place.
After watching the foreigner text and chat on his phone in rapid English, Yunho tried his best to listen to the conversation. Much of it was too fast for the Asian to understand, but he managed to catch a couple chants of 'Robi' (seriously, foreigners have really weird names). It went on for a short while until Antonio stopped talking and snapped his phone to put it back in his pocket.
“Ahaha~ mi poco tomate wanted to know what I wanted,” he laughed as he scratched the back of his head. “He can be very mean sometimes.”
Yunho, unsure how to respond and confused as to understanding Antonio's mixing of European languages, smiled awkwardly. Maybe it would be in his best interests to ask what Antonio meant by that, since this was an opportunity for Yunho to improve his English.
“Ah, yeah,” Yunho agreed somewhat, “What does...ah, what does 'mi poko tomate' mean?”
The Spaniard looked confused for a moment before a light bulb hit his face.
“Oh!” He clapped his hands, “it means in Spanish, 'my little tomato'!”
My little tomato? Yunho didn't understood the full meaning of the phrase. Looking at the confused man, the Spaniard smiled sympathetically and used hand gestures to explain the meaning of each word.
“It's like this!” Antonio exclaimed.
He pointed to himself, and said 'my'. Odd. Yunho copied what Antonio did by pointing to himself and said the same thing. Yunho swore the guy was about to awe at him for his mimicry before the Spaniard moved on.
“Then! 'Little' is this!” The bench abruptly shook as Antonio stood up. He raised his hand in a horizontal position, raising up and down. Yunho thought at first the Spaniard was measuring the height of the invisible air, but realized as the hand lowered, Yunho got the meaning of 'little'.
Not necessary to copy. Yunho thought the example was pretty odd by his standards, even though he was able to understand it completely. When Antonio sat back down, the Asian decided to make the Spaniard stop from explaining the next word.
“Ah, wait.”
Antonio only flipped his phone before diverting his attention to the Asian. “Hm?”
“Tomato is, ahh,” Yunho paused, thinking of how to describe the fruit in English, “tomato is ahh, red? Like circle, and ahh...Hahaha, circle and...juicy?” He traced his fingers to make an invisible circle.
This time, Antonio practically glowed when Yunho described a tomato. He was nervous, worried about being reprimanded for his English, but instead, the Spaniard reacted with joy when Yunho explained in his battered English how the vegetable-no, fruit-looked in appearance. Was it normal for a man to be this optimistic? About a tomato?
“Si! Si! Yes, just like that!” Antonio clapped. The Asian felt relieved from his pressures for perfection, and he blushed from the enthusiastic compliment.
A few minutes passed just as the Spaniard quieted down. Of course Yunho felt proud (but modest on the outside) that he was able to make someone happy, although the loud cheering hurt his ears a bit. It seemed like forever until another flash of curiosity crossed Antonio's face.
And again that Yunho might had to answer something so difficult once again.
“I forgot to ask by the way, but what's your name, señor?” Antonio asked.
This time, Yunho knew part of the question. Before coming to America, Jaejoong taught the tall man what greetings and phrases were important. Basics including 'Hello, how are you?', 'What's your name?', and 'Where are you from?'. Yunho made no attempt in memorizing it, but the blackmailing of no sex by Jaejoong forced the grudged former to do it on his lover's behalf. He suddenly remembered that he forgot to introduce himself, and a slight blush waved through his face.
“Ah, well,” he started, “My name is Jung Yunho, and I am from South Korea.” He said slowly, accenting and punctuating each word for clarity. He expected to see a satisfied expression, but it had the opposite effect. Antonio, for some reason, paled slightly when Yunho mentioned his nationality.
Why is he paling? Yunho thought. He raised his hand and waved it over the Spaniard's face, saying a 'Hello~.' The Asian saw the green eyes trailing from his eyes, to his face, and to his chest, vaguely unaware of what Antonio was going to do next. The Spaniard extended his arm, like a curious toddler, leaned closer, as his hand lurched out-
-and grabbed the Asian's pecs firmly.
“What the fuck are you doing you crazy bastard!” Yunho screamed, reverting in Korean. He yanked the surprised Antonio's hand away and covered his chest, feeling very conscious of it at the moment. It was a known fact between him and Jaejoong (and the Yoosumin crew) that Yunho had a bit of a chest problem, which no one except for him and his lover, were allowed to touch. Let alone a stranger he just met today.
He glared at Antonio with as much contempt, the latter raising his hands up high and looking apologetic.
“I'm sorry!” He said, “I didn't-I mean, I thought you were like South Korea!”
Yunho continued to glare, but the sudden mention of his home country made him blink. South Korea? What kind of a person would name their child South Korea? He slid his hands slowly from his chest, until they rested upon his lap.
“South...Korea?” Yunho asked.
A flash of realization was on Antonio's face, before covering it up with a sunny-as-fuck smile. “I mean Im Yong Soo! Haha~ I keep on forgetting that we're not at the world conference anymore~.” He scratched the back of his head as he laughed nervously.
Due to his limitations of the English language, Yunho didn't process the words coming from the Spaniard's mouth. The only thing he heard was a Korean name.
“Who is Im Yong Soo?” He pondered, wondering how Antonio knew a Korean.
Antonio blinked. “Oh, it's this guy I know who loves grabbing chests," he replied. Yunho nodded, not following the fast-paced speaking. Antonio lowered his head, and narrowed his eyebrows.
“He's really annoying. Touching my Lovi while I'm not around...” he muttered. Again, the funny name appeared.
The both of them didn't say anything else. Yunho was a little surprised to see the Spaniard upset. It was uncharacteristic, and a bit unnerving for the Asian to see that side of Antonio. A few minutes of waiting, he flipped open his phone and the smile came back in full force.
Yunho thought, he is definitely weird. Not long after, the man started chattering happily to the recipient. And again that the Asian pretended he wasn't listening to the rapid conversation. Picking up phrases along the lines of 'mi poco tomate', and 'Lovi~.' Anything and everything else in between those two phrases, it slipped from Yunho's mind. It went on for a while until Yunho heard a content sigh, and he saw the phone clacking shut.
He stood up, “Mi displace, Yunho. My boyfriend, Lovi, wants me. Bye bye~," he started walking, and turned around to wave at the Asian. Yunho realized the connection of the person with the 'Lovi' and Antonio, noting that the latter said 'boyfriend'. He smiled and waved back as the Spaniard's walking figure faded slowly. He noticed the guy had a nice butt, although Jaejoong's ass was obviously ten times better, and yummier.
Not that the Asian will ever tell Jaejoong about it. He would have threw a fit, and the consequences at the very least was no sex for a month. The results could have screwed Yunho over; both emotionally and sexually.
His phone started vibrating. Yunho checked to see the screen flicker 'Joongie', Jaejoong's nickname. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and pressed the call button to hear his Boojae speak.
“Hey Joongie,” he greeted in Korean.
On the recipient's side, Yunho heard bits of screaming in the background. “Yunho! Get your ass over here!” The Asian pulled his ears away from his yelling boyfriend.
Worriedly, Yunho stood up to go where Jaejoong had walked. “Jaejoong? What's wrong?” He asked.
“ 'What's wrong?' you ask? There's a fucking bastard who won't let go of this...mmph! Damn thing! ” Then Yunho heard Jaejoong yelling in English at someone, which Yunho could barely listen to the other person due to interference in the background.
“Jaejoong? Jaejoong? Are you there?” Yunho wanted to clarify, but realized the call had ended.
Aish...what the hell is he doing?
He snapped his phone shut, and ran till he reached one of the street junctions. He saw that a crowd formed around a stall that sold plushies. There, people watching with fascination, as Yunho noticed the flickers of arms and hands (and a curl?) that popped overhead. He ran across the street, hurrying to the circle of people. Shoving them aside, he finally saw who were the people inside.
Jaejoong, his dear raven-haired Boojae, was up against a olive-skinned slender boy, no bigger than Yunho's Jaejoongie, with a strange curl on the side of his head. They both were screaming and pulling at something which resembled a big, furry pizza.
Seriously? Yunho rubbed his temples. They were fighting over a fucking doll?
“Damnit pretty boy bastard! Get your hands off the fucking pizza!” The slender boy screamed.
Jaejoong tugged the plushie closer, and yelled back. “No way in hell, you shitty bastard! And I'm not fucking pretty! I'm supposed to be manly!”
“Shut the fuck up you fucking fag! You look like a fucking girl!”
“Well you shut your fucking mouth! I'm a guy!”
“Fuck you fag!”
“Go burn in hell, you fucking hypocrite!”
They continued tossing insults to one another, obvious that Yunho didn't understand. The poor plushie was about to get ripped, if the both of them continued to pull it stubbornly to their side.
Riiiiip.
Too late.
Both parties stopped whatever they were doing and looked at each other in silence. Jaejoong merely looked surprised, while the boy with the curl was horrified. The latter stared down on the ripped doll, the fillings leaving its sanctity as the gentle wind breezed. Yunho saw the olive-skinned boy curl his long fingers on the pepperoni topping, and tears started falling from his cheeks.
Oh dear. If it was Yunho's Boojae crying, then he would have hugged the poor boy until he stopped hiccuping. But because it was someone else whom the Asian didn't know, he wasn't sure what to do.
Or maybe he could.
Jaejoong noticed Yunho walking up to him, looking blank. A flash of shame cross the pretty boy's face, and bit his lip as he turned away from his boyfriend.
Yunho glared at Jaejoong, wanting to know what happened.
“What did you do?” He demanded. Saying his full name well-meant that Yunho wasn't happy with what Jaejoong did, regardless of the outcome.
“Jaejoong, look at me.”
Nothing. Yunho tried again.
“Jaejoong.”
He said nothing. Yunho sighed frustratedly, running a hand through his hair.
“Kim Jaejoong, I said look at me-”
“Lovi! Mi poco tomate, what's wrong?” A sudden voice rang out.
Yunho, surprised by the similar voice, turned his head to see the same Spaniard running towards the crying olive-skinned boy. He comforted the boy in his arms and Yunho vaguely heard the muffled sniffing. It looked very endearing, and the Asian couldn't help but think it was the most adorable thing he ever saw.
His attention went back to Jaejoong, who was staring at the cuddling couple. Did he expected for his lover to do the same? Yunho saw the lips biting down hard, quivering to prevent himself from crying.
Sighing, the Asian took in Jaejoong's lean figure close to his body, wrapping the strong pair of arms around his waist. He buried his head into the crook of his lover's neck, breathing in the warm scent of cinnamon.
“Sorry,” he said automatically. He hadn't meant to be angry at Jaejoong, but from what Yunho witnessed, it was foolish of them to fight over something useless like a doll.
Which was the reason why he got upset in the first place.
“Yunho...I-“
“Shhh,” Yunho hushed. He soothed the lover in his arms by rubbing his backside. “Just don't say anything for now, okay?”
“Mmm.”
The muffled voice rumbled on Yunho's skin, unintentionally arousing the poor man. He growled, forcing himself to stop the growing erection. It didn't help that Jaejoong buried his face into the man more and more, and Yunho wished he would kind of stop doing that before the bulge became noticeable.
By the time he looked up, most of the crowd had disappeared. There were no longer looks of bewilderment, just people coming and going. Yunho cast a glaze over, and saw the two Mediterranean lovers holding hands, walking over to the Asian duo. The olive-skinned boy, now known as Lovi, stared down on the ground as he dragged his feet in reluctance. Antonio on his side smiled and Yunho thought he saw the Spaniard squeeze their interlocked hands.
The ripped pizza was left behind them, all the fillings flying everywhere.
“Ahaha~ It's you again!” Antonio nervously chuckled.
Another coincidental meeting between the two tops founded themselves in an awkward situation, alongside their lovers. For one, Jaejoong and the olive-skinned 'Lovi' fought over something trivial, and Yunho and Antonio had an unusual first meeting while they sat on a bench.
Yunho, unsure of what to do next, slowly let go of Jaejoong, his grip loosening. The Asian smiled in nervousness. His lips leaned over close to his lover's ear, so that he was able to hear what Yunho said.
“Jaejoong,” his lip movements were minimal. “Apologize right now.”
The frown on Jaejoong's face annoyed Yunho. He knew his lover was a stubborn man, but as a man who honours respect greatly, he must do it regardless of the outcome. After a few seconds, he lowered his head-no eye contact-and raised it.
“I'm sorry,” Jaejoong said in English.
Antonio smiled, while Lovi scowled. Yunho did the same thing as Antonio, although it was out of nervousness. The Spaniard turned to face the olive-skinned boy and whispered something, before Yunho noticed the boy kept scowling, and Antonio nudged his shoulders.
“Lovi~ come on,” he called.
The boy made no attempt in changing his expression, but his boyfriend's consistent pestering forced him to sigh and relax his shoulders.
“Damnit...”
He looked away for a moment, and returned with the same scowl, “I'm sorry, alright? For yelling at you, and stuff...” He dug in his pockets to give a bundle of crinkled bills, handing it roughly over to Jaejoong.
He accepted it out of surprise.
“There!”
Lovi glared at his boyfriend.
“Damnit tomato bastard! Let's fucking go already!” He yanked his confused boyfriend by the arm, quickly stomping away from the silent Asian couple as the Spaniard complained about being hurt.
Despite all the talking done in English, Yunho did not understand a single word that came out of their mouths.
Both Asians stared at each other, wondering what the hell just happened.
“Uhh...so Jaejoong, what just happened?” Yunho finally asked.
His lover shrugged, putting the money back in his jean pockets. “Nothing, I guess. I got free money though, so we can go to a hotel,” he lewdly smiled.
Yunho was bewildered. “You didn't buy any ice cream?”
“Didn't have any.”
“Uh-huh,” he nodded in skepticism. A hotel in the middle of the day?
Unless...
Smirking, he quickly wrapped his arms around Jaejoong's slender waist, and kissed him passionately. The eagerness was evident. Yunho's bulge disappeared when the Mediterranean couple came up to them, but the excitement in his cock was coming back. Bigger than ever.
They broke apart their interlocking moment, breathing heavily as they stared into each other's eyes with lust and love.
“So, where to?” Yunho panted.
Instead of answering, Jaejoong pulled his lover down for another kiss, this time intruding Yunho's mouth using his tongue. Shoving and moving in every crevice and corner of his hot, wet, cavern, until he managed to pull back, and chuckled when Yunho groaned in disappointment.
“Anywhere and everywhere, so come on.”
And he pulled Yunho, hand in hand, as they disappeared off into the busy streets of New York.
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A/N: Soo...I wasn't sure if I was allowed to post it on jaeho-complex, since this was a crossover fic between the Kpop fandom and the Hetalia fandom, so I decided to post it on my journal instead.