What We're Not
TITLE: What We're Not
GENRE: Fluff
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Yunjae
LENGTH: Series
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBSK, nor do I know them, so this work is complete and utter fiction. And nobody would pay me money for it.
SUMMARY: U-Know Yunho and Youngwoong Jaejoong are bandmates, but not soulmates. That title does, in fact, belong to Yoochun. Which is fine with the both of them, since what Jaejoong needs at 2:27 in the early morning, when he's piss drunk and barely standing, isn't someone who shares his blood type or can finish his train of thought. It's Yunho.
A/N: A little series of very short one-shots following the "what we're not" theme. Part 1, because sillydrunk!jae and patientcaring!yunho appeals to me on so many levels.
What We're Not, Part One: Bandmates, But Not Soulmates...
"Yoochunnie, do you have my gray Prada sweatshirt? The one with the v-neck?" Jaejoong calls out, rifling through his dresser drawer, jeans unbuttoned and chest bare.
Yoochun sticks his head through the doorway with a brighter-than-necessary smile. "Um, I have it, but it's not clean at the moment."
Jaejoong glares and is just about to toss a pair of socks at Yoochun's wide forehead when Yunho saunters into the room. TVXQ's fearless leader plucks the socks from Jaejoong's hand and drops it back into the drawer. He then lifts Jaejoong's arms up and stuffs a sweater over the lead singer's head, pulling Jaejoong's hands through the sleeves before stepping back to admire his handy work.
"Awwwww, cute." Yoochun coos from the doorway.
Yunho nods in agreement.
Jaejoong continues to glare. "It's too big!" He snaps, tugging the uber long sleeves up to his wrists irritably.
Yunho grins proudly. "That's cause it's mine."
"Take it off now, Yunho!"
Yunho doesn't stop grinning at Jaejoong's dark command and darker glower, but he does comply. It doesn't occur to either of them that Jaejoong is perfectly capable of taking the garment off himself.
"Ooh, I think I have something else that might work." Yoochun pipes in excitedly, his head disappearing from the doorway, followed by the sound of slippered feet shuffling hastily down the hall.
"But mine will always be cuter." Yunho announces, giving one last tug before Jaejoong is finally free of the sweater.
"I'm not trying to be cute!" Jaejoong rebukes haughtily.
Yunho wisely makes no comment. He just sweeps his fingers through Jaejoong's hair, straitening out the dyed-brown strands as best he can.
Yoochun returns with a grin, tossing a rolled up bundle of cloth in Jaejoong's direction, saying, "Try this!"
Black, long-sleeved, soft as cotton candy cashmere that molds just right to all the fine lines of muscle in Jaejoong's arms. The color is perfect against his pale skin and makes his eyes seem bigger, darker, more mysterious. It works completely. Jaejoong buttons up his pants with a satisfied smirk. "Let's go."
Yoochun's answering grin is just as wicked.
Standing off to the side, a reluctant witness to it all, Yunho mumbles something along the lines of "frickin' peas in a pod" and "girly waists." Jaejoong smacks Yunho upside the head for that, then smacks a kiss against the subsequent pout, before tugging Yoochun out of the room with him. "Okay, we're going now."
Yunho follows them to the front door. "Be careful."
"We will!" They chorus slipping on boots and sandals respectively.
"Jaejoong-ah." Yunho's voice calls him back, quiet and authoritative. This is leader-shi speaking.
"We will." Jaejoong reassures, as lead singer, as the eldest.
"Have fun, then." Yunho bids, closing the door behind them and knowing they will, hoping that it won't be anything that requires too much clean up on his part.
Jaejoong and Yoochun are off to meet Hyunjoong and Seunghyun at some club. Yunho isn't invited and hadn't expected to be. U-Know Yunho and Youngwoong Jaejoong of TVXQ are bandmates, but not soulmates. That title does, in fact, belong to Yoochun. Which is fine with the both of them, since what Jaejoong needs at 2:27 in the early morning, when he's piss drunk and barely standing, isn't someone who shares his blood type or can finish his train of thought. It's Yunho.
A Yunho who shows up, with a still wide awake Junsu, twenty minutes after an incoherent phone call from Jaejoong filled with giggles and the leader's name repeated over and over again, interspersed with "Saranghae, saranghaeoooooo, Yunho SARANGHAE!!!"
"I love you, too." Yunho placates, hauling Jaejoong out of the VIP booth he's currently sprawled in and onto a broad shoulder.
The world goes upside down and then refocuses itself into the plane of Yunho's back, where Jaejoong begins poking a downward path, getting dangerously closer to Yunho's...
"Stop that, Jaejoongie." Yunho scolds.
Jaejoong titters like a child who nearly got his hand caught in the cookie jar.
Junsu moves to Yoochun, helping the other man onto unsteady legs. "Hi, Susu-ah." Yoochun slurs, all sloppy grin and wandering hands.
"I'm going to laugh at you tomorrow morning when your head feels like its exploding." Junsu vows.
"Do you two have rides?" Yunho asks a barely awake Seunghyun and red-eyed Hyunjoong.
Hyunjoong holds up his cell phone and gets caught up in the way the club's disco lights reflect off the chrome plating, he forgets to actually answer.
"Hyunjoong-ah." Yunho tries again, not new to any of this, rephrasing his inquiry into simpler terms. "You two. Ride home. Need one?"
"Oh," Hyunjoong finally comes back to the moment. "No, on their way." His head tilts back at an exaggerated angle, staring up at Yunho with big, big eyes. "Yunho-ah, you're, like, 80 feet tall."
"No," Junsu amends, hoisting up a drooping Yoochun tighter into his side. "You're just sitting down."
"Ahhhh." Hyunjoong nods sagely. He reminds Yunho so much of Jaejoong sometimes, it's scary.
Jaejoong laughs loud and unrestrained, like he can hear Yunho's thoughts, mouthing pabo, pabo, into the soft cotton of the taller man's shirt. Yoochun starts snoring into Junsu's neck.
"Hyung." Junsu pleads.
Yunho sighs and inclines his head in parting to his bandmates' drunken companions, but they don't really pay him any attention. Yunho's just thankful that neither Yoochun nor Jaejoong throws up in his car on the way home. Junsu dumps Yoochun into bed with an exasperated roll of his eyes, but he at least cares enough to take off Yoochun's shoes and make sure that the blanket is pulled up to the baritone's chin before he leaves.
"You and your soulmate are messy drunks." Yunho declares quietly, dropping Jaejoong down onto his empty bed.
"Yoochun." Jaejoong points to the snoring body on the other side of the room.
"That's the one." Yunho agress, stripping Jaejoong down to his boxer briefs, before wrestling the smaller man into his pajamas.
"You." Jaejoong points a finger at Yunho's nose and presses their faces so close together that his eyes begin to cross in the middle.
Yunho chuckles and pushes Jaejoong to lie down flat, tucks the covers around him. "Me."
"Hmmm, you." Jaejoong thinks aloud. "Mate...soul...no...you...mate...oh!" Jaejoong tenses on the bed in revelation. "Mate!" He finally announces on a silly laugh. "Mate! Mmmm-" Jaejoong lets loose a loud yawn, eyes sliding shut tiredly on the last part of the word, "-ate."
Yunho presses a goodnight kiss to Jaejoong's forehead. "That's the one."
Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
GENRE: Fluff
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Yunjae
LENGTH: Series
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBSK, nor do I know them, so this work is complete and utter fiction. And nobody would pay me money for it.
SUMMARY: U-Know Yunho and Youngwoong Jaejoong are bandmates, but not soulmates. That title does, in fact, belong to Yoochun. Which is fine with the both of them, since what Jaejoong needs at 2:27 in the early morning, when he's piss drunk and barely standing, isn't someone who shares his blood type or can finish his train of thought. It's Yunho.
A/N: A little series of very short one-shots following the "what we're not" theme. Part 1, because sillydrunk!jae and patientcaring!yunho appeals to me on so many levels.
What We're Not, Part One: Bandmates, But Not Soulmates...
"Yoochunnie, do you have my gray Prada sweatshirt? The one with the v-neck?" Jaejoong calls out, rifling through his dresser drawer, jeans unbuttoned and chest bare.
Yoochun sticks his head through the doorway with a brighter-than-necessary smile. "Um, I have it, but it's not clean at the moment."
Jaejoong glares and is just about to toss a pair of socks at Yoochun's wide forehead when Yunho saunters into the room. TVXQ's fearless leader plucks the socks from Jaejoong's hand and drops it back into the drawer. He then lifts Jaejoong's arms up and stuffs a sweater over the lead singer's head, pulling Jaejoong's hands through the sleeves before stepping back to admire his handy work.
"Awwwww, cute." Yoochun coos from the doorway.
Yunho nods in agreement.
Jaejoong continues to glare. "It's too big!" He snaps, tugging the uber long sleeves up to his wrists irritably.
Yunho grins proudly. "That's cause it's mine."
"Take it off now, Yunho!"
Yunho doesn't stop grinning at Jaejoong's dark command and darker glower, but he does comply. It doesn't occur to either of them that Jaejoong is perfectly capable of taking the garment off himself.
"Ooh, I think I have something else that might work." Yoochun pipes in excitedly, his head disappearing from the doorway, followed by the sound of slippered feet shuffling hastily down the hall.
"But mine will always be cuter." Yunho announces, giving one last tug before Jaejoong is finally free of the sweater.
"I'm not trying to be cute!" Jaejoong rebukes haughtily.
Yunho wisely makes no comment. He just sweeps his fingers through Jaejoong's hair, straitening out the dyed-brown strands as best he can.
Yoochun returns with a grin, tossing a rolled up bundle of cloth in Jaejoong's direction, saying, "Try this!"
Black, long-sleeved, soft as cotton candy cashmere that molds just right to all the fine lines of muscle in Jaejoong's arms. The color is perfect against his pale skin and makes his eyes seem bigger, darker, more mysterious. It works completely. Jaejoong buttons up his pants with a satisfied smirk. "Let's go."
Yoochun's answering grin is just as wicked.
Standing off to the side, a reluctant witness to it all, Yunho mumbles something along the lines of "frickin' peas in a pod" and "girly waists." Jaejoong smacks Yunho upside the head for that, then smacks a kiss against the subsequent pout, before tugging Yoochun out of the room with him. "Okay, we're going now."
Yunho follows them to the front door. "Be careful."
"We will!" They chorus slipping on boots and sandals respectively.
"Jaejoong-ah." Yunho's voice calls him back, quiet and authoritative. This is leader-shi speaking.
"We will." Jaejoong reassures, as lead singer, as the eldest.
"Have fun, then." Yunho bids, closing the door behind them and knowing they will, hoping that it won't be anything that requires too much clean up on his part.
Jaejoong and Yoochun are off to meet Hyunjoong and Seunghyun at some club. Yunho isn't invited and hadn't expected to be. U-Know Yunho and Youngwoong Jaejoong of TVXQ are bandmates, but not soulmates. That title does, in fact, belong to Yoochun. Which is fine with the both of them, since what Jaejoong needs at 2:27 in the early morning, when he's piss drunk and barely standing, isn't someone who shares his blood type or can finish his train of thought. It's Yunho.
A Yunho who shows up, with a still wide awake Junsu, twenty minutes after an incoherent phone call from Jaejoong filled with giggles and the leader's name repeated over and over again, interspersed with "Saranghae, saranghaeoooooo, Yunho SARANGHAE!!!"
"I love you, too." Yunho placates, hauling Jaejoong out of the VIP booth he's currently sprawled in and onto a broad shoulder.
The world goes upside down and then refocuses itself into the plane of Yunho's back, where Jaejoong begins poking a downward path, getting dangerously closer to Yunho's...
"Stop that, Jaejoongie." Yunho scolds.
Jaejoong titters like a child who nearly got his hand caught in the cookie jar.
Junsu moves to Yoochun, helping the other man onto unsteady legs. "Hi, Susu-ah." Yoochun slurs, all sloppy grin and wandering hands.
"I'm going to laugh at you tomorrow morning when your head feels like its exploding." Junsu vows.
"Do you two have rides?" Yunho asks a barely awake Seunghyun and red-eyed Hyunjoong.
Hyunjoong holds up his cell phone and gets caught up in the way the club's disco lights reflect off the chrome plating, he forgets to actually answer.
"Hyunjoong-ah." Yunho tries again, not new to any of this, rephrasing his inquiry into simpler terms. "You two. Ride home. Need one?"
"Oh," Hyunjoong finally comes back to the moment. "No, on their way." His head tilts back at an exaggerated angle, staring up at Yunho with big, big eyes. "Yunho-ah, you're, like, 80 feet tall."
"No," Junsu amends, hoisting up a drooping Yoochun tighter into his side. "You're just sitting down."
"Ahhhh." Hyunjoong nods sagely. He reminds Yunho so much of Jaejoong sometimes, it's scary.
Jaejoong laughs loud and unrestrained, like he can hear Yunho's thoughts, mouthing pabo, pabo, into the soft cotton of the taller man's shirt. Yoochun starts snoring into Junsu's neck.
"Hyung." Junsu pleads.
Yunho sighs and inclines his head in parting to his bandmates' drunken companions, but they don't really pay him any attention. Yunho's just thankful that neither Yoochun nor Jaejoong throws up in his car on the way home. Junsu dumps Yoochun into bed with an exasperated roll of his eyes, but he at least cares enough to take off Yoochun's shoes and make sure that the blanket is pulled up to the baritone's chin before he leaves.
"You and your soulmate are messy drunks." Yunho declares quietly, dropping Jaejoong down onto his empty bed.
"Yoochun." Jaejoong points to the snoring body on the other side of the room.
"That's the one." Yunho agress, stripping Jaejoong down to his boxer briefs, before wrestling the smaller man into his pajamas.
"You." Jaejoong points a finger at Yunho's nose and presses their faces so close together that his eyes begin to cross in the middle.
Yunho chuckles and pushes Jaejoong to lie down flat, tucks the covers around him. "Me."
"Hmmm, you." Jaejoong thinks aloud. "Mate...soul...no...you...mate...oh!" Jaejoong tenses on the bed in revelation. "Mate!" He finally announces on a silly laugh. "Mate! Mmmm-" Jaejoong lets loose a loud yawn, eyes sliding shut tiredly on the last part of the word, "-ate."
Yunho presses a goodnight kiss to Jaejoong's forehead. "That's the one."
Part Two | Part Three | Part Four