What We're Not (last part)
What We’re Not, Part 4: Not Accepted, But Not Impossible…
Jaejoong kisses Yunho because alcohol and happiness have a way of seriously depleting his inhibitions. Tohoshinki’s just finished their last night in a series of sold out concerts at the TOKYO. DOME. If anything has taught Jaejoong that dreams really do come true, it’s that. So he aims for another wish, something he’s wanted longer. Something he’s always wanted more.
He pulls Yunho into an unused private room in the restaurant they and their staff have gone to celebrate at. He shuts the door behind them, but there’s no lock. It’s risky and completely removed from Jaejoong’s romantic ideal, but there’s a love seat in the corner that’s clean and comfortable…and none of that even matters when the back of Yunho’s knees hits the edge of that love seat, tumbling them both down, lips connecting in one surreal instant.
So good, Jaejoong thinks, licking at the flavor of Yunho and the mango juice the leader had been drinking earlier, taking every last drop of it on his tongue. “So good.” He repeats aloud, in a low murmur.
He curses himself for the slip a second later when Yunho uses it to pull back, blinking out of the daze Jaejoong and his kiss had created.
“Jaejoongie,” the leader exhales shakily, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”
Jaejoong knows. He. Knows.
But he also knows that Yunho had been kissing him back just a little while ago, and that, despite Yunho’s words, the other man has yet to push Jaejoong away. Even though they both know Yunho could.
“Shouldn’t, Leader-shi,” Jaejoong’s eyes fall to Yunho’s mouth, pink and swollen, and he did that. “But you’re not denying that you want to.”
Jaejoong ghosts teeth and a hot breath over Yunho’s left earlobe and even hotter fingers under Yunho’s shirt to trace along the hard imprint of muscles on his abdomen. Yunho tenses beneath the smaller man, eyes sliding shut on a moan, and another part of his anatomy responding as well.
So pretty, Jaejoong thinks, watching Yunho's skin flush with pleasure, so pretty, Yunho-ah.
He feels the heady rush of triumph sweep through him at Yunho’s reaction, and Jaejoong’s movements grow bolder because of it. Two hands under Yunho’s shirt now, lips back on lips, and Jaejoong nearly dies - shoots strait to freakin’ Cassiopeia - when Yunho’s mouth opens to him. Tongue and heat and Jaejoong is burning, his control crumbling like ashes all around them.
Yunho’s hands clench on Jaejoong’s hips, grip faltering before clenching again. Then…finally, finally, with slow and tentative motions, the taller man slides them under cloth and up the smooth plane of Jaejoong’s back. Skin on skin, warm palms, and long fingers that sketch themselves over the design of black ink between Jaejoong’s shoulder blades.
Yunho’s hands. Those beautiful, beautiful hands.
Jaejoong’s a hyper-sensitive mess, arching into the caress, losing contact with Yunho’s mouth to stutter out a helpless breath.
He should’ve known better.
Because even though the chemistry between them is undeniable - the proof of that pulsing hard and aching against the front of Jaejoong’s pants and Yunho’s as well - Yunho is still the most stubborn person Jaejoong knows and doesn’t like losing his authority over a situation, no matter what the leader might claim to the contrary.
“Jaejoongie,” Yunho forces out in that brief flash of time Jaejoong stops kissing him, “what about our parents?”
“They love us.” Is Jaejoong’s ready answer, because it’s not like he hasn’t asked himself the very same thing. “I have to believe that that love is strong enough for them to want our happiness, no matter what that might mean."
He kisses Yunho again, and Yunho falls into it for a few short glorious seconds, before jerking back and asking, “The rest of our families, then?”
Yunho just doesn’t know how to give up easily, Jaejoong’s proud of him for that fact, but right now it’s frustrating as hell!
“My sisters, your sister, love us no matter what, Yunho-ah, that was never going to be a problem. Aunts, uncles, cousins,” Jaejoong barges on, already knowing what’s coming next. “They’ll fall in line with the majority. They always do. Now, please, just kiss me already!”
Yunho does, but breaks this kiss again before either of them can get too caught up.
“Friends?” He asks.
“Not really our friends if they can’t accept us for who we are.” Jaejoong abbreviates, wanting to strangle Yunho, except then he really wouldn’t get any kisses.
Kiss.
Break.
“Fans?”
“Please, they’d throw parties in the streets and declare today a world-wide holiday.”
Kiss.
Break.
“Management?”
“Didn’t we stop caring about their opinion a long time ago? Remember, right about the same time they stopped caring about ours.”
Kiss.
Break.
“How drunk are you right now?”
“Believe me when I say I’ll remember this in the morning.”
Kiss.
Break.
“What about -”
“Do you love me?” Jaejoong interrupts Yunho’s next question with the only one that really matters in all of this.
Yunho brings a hand around to run gentle knuckles down Jaejoong’s cheek. He’s never been a coward - Jaejoong’s proud of him for that too - and he stares at Jaejoong, eyes and heart never wavering. “You know that I love you.”
“I know.” Jaejoong smiles, turns his head to the side, placing a kiss against the palm cradling his face. “But it’s still nice to hear it. I love you too.”
“But, Jaejoongie,” Yunho’s determined to sort all of this out, here and now. “It’s still - It’s not…”
“Accepted.” Jaejoong finishes.
Yunho nods.
“But not impossible, Yunho-ah.” Jaejoong assures, pressing promises to Yunho’s eyelids with the touch of his lips. “Not impossible, if we love each other.”
He finds Yunho’s mouth again with a slow and easy coaxing, molding their bodies together as close as he can and Yunho lets him.
Yunho lets him.
“Jaejoongie?” Yunho pulls away again.
Jaejoong actually screams this time. “Jung Yunho, I am this close from doing you bodily harm. This. Close!”
The younger man actually has the nerve to laugh at that. “Last question, I promise.”
“Whatever.” Jaejoong pouts, because it’s not like he can stop Yunho from asking it anyway.
Yunho swoops down, catches Jaejoong’s bottom lip in his teeth, swipes his tongue over the soft plumpness of it, and grins. “Too tempting.” Yunho explains quickly. “Now, my last question -”
“Huh?” Jaejoong’s mind explodes and he blinks past the sparks and lightning flashing in brilliant neon lights across his vision. “Wh - what?”
“My question.” Yunho says again, like he doesn’t know what he just did and the affect it’s having on Jaejoong’s ability to think. “What about the others?”
“The -” Jaejoong tries desperately to locate his wits and reconnect them with his speech. “You mean -”
Changmin, Yoochun, and Junsu bursts through the door right then, like the mere thought of them was enough to summon all three to Yunho and Jaejoong’s side.
“Hyung-deul, there you are…oh, my eyes! My eyes!” Changmin cries, covering his face with his hands and twisting away in exaggerated pain.
Yoochun pushes the maknae out of the way and bounds closer to the oldest two, asking, “Did we miss the good stuff already? Did we? Did we?”
Junsu stands in the midst of the chaos and says, “I…don’t get it.” He blinks at Yunho and Jaejoong like he really doesn’t.
Changmin peeks through his fingers and wants to know, “So, did we miss the good stuff?”
Yoochun cackles and motions for Junsu, inviting with a smarmy leer. “Come here, Susu-ah. Let Chunnie explain to you what can happen when two people are in love.”
Junsu starts on over, but stops, this time blinking in dawning realization. “Hyung-deul,” he asks, “you’re in love?”
“Yes,” Yunho replies, before Jaejoong can even process the question (because he’s still looking for his brain, you see, it went missing around the same time Yunho decided to bite, then lick him). “Jaejoongie and I are in love.”
Oh, there it is, Jaejoong thinks, his brain charging right back up again at the absolute certainty in Yunho’s answer. He blushes like the little girl people often mistake him for.
“Oh,” Junsu nods. “Okay.”
“Junsu-hyung,” Changmin tsks. “How could you not know that already, especially when they’re so obvious about it? I mean, they practically undress each other with their eyes -”
Yoochun coughs loudly. “Ix-nay on the undressing-eh.”
“What?” Changmin glares crossly. “You were the very one offering to explain to him what people in love do. You big ole perv.”
“Changminnie!” Yoochun gasps, pressing his palms over Junsu’s ears. “Virgin ears! Virgin ears!”
“Who’s a virgin?” Junsu smiles sweetly, looking between Yoochun and Changmin.
The other two can only gape.
Jaejoong pushes his face into Yunho’s chest and laughs. “What were you worried about again, Leader-shi?”
Yunho cups a hand to the back of Jaejoong’s head, guides it back up to his. “Nothing, I guess.” He smiles into their next kiss and Jaejoong groans in pleasure, because…finally.
“My - my eyes!” Changmin screams again. “They’re melting!”
“Ooh, it’s the good stuff! We didn’t miss it.” Yoochun cheers.
Junsu stares at the couple on the couch, completely oblivious to everything else around them. “Oh!” He says, clapping, eu kyang kyang kyang. “I get it!”
Um, yeah, I don't think that there's anything too risque in this piece, but if anyone else does, please let me know and I will make sure to set the adult content warning for it.