Damn, I’m Beautiful
Title: Damn, I’m Beautiful
Pairing: Jae × Jae (legit pairing)
Summary: Jaejoong finds the most beautiful person on Earth and wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with him - his reflection.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crack, Humor, Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: Now that the fasting month is over, time to post this fic for my pimp! Hahaha ;_; asalieangel, you happy? ;_____; I can’t resist adding MinHo in, though, so there’s a bonus ;w;
*
“Jae, where are you?” Yunho’s voice rings throughout the whole apartment, rushing around and looking for his best friend. “DAMN IT, JAEJOONG, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”
“I’m here,” Jaejoong rolls his eyes as he steps into the living room with a definite swagger in his step. “Calm your tits, woman, we’re not even going to be late.”
Yunho slaps him on the shoulder. “We will be,” he glares before looking around again. “Now where are the kids?”
“Who’re you calling kids?” Changmin asks from the couch, raising an eyebrow at Yunho. “I’m much more mature than the rest of you combined.”
Yunho purses his lips. “And so much more arrogant.”
“Never,” Yoochun pipes up as pokes his head into the living room from the bathroom. “My other half kisses his reflection.”
Yunho looks at Jaejoong and takes a step away from him. Jaejoong notices this and stomps on the floor childishly.
“Don’t be jealous you’re not pretty as me,” he huffs, folding his arms.
“Uh, no,” Changmin chuckles. “Yunho hyung’s prettier than you ever will be.”
Yunho throws a coaster at Changmin, face burning. “Shut up and put your shoes on,” he says with a threatening finger pointed at him.
“Better listen to umma, Min,” Yoochun says with a mouthful of foamy toothpaste. “She’s been PMS-ing since this morning. Kicking me out of the bed, how rude.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes, quickly disappearing back into the bathroom when Yunho picks up another coaster.
“Jae, I thought you’re the mom,” he whines, turning to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong had whipped out a compact mirror during Yoochun’s small complaint and is currently doing different facial expressions. “Shut up, bitch, admiring myself.”
“Oh dear Lord,” Yunho groans, covering his face with his hand. Jaejoong’s proud, yes, but not to the point of him actually loving himself. What has the world come to? “Junsu, where’s Junsu?”
“Downstairs in the van,” Changmin mutters as he concentrates on tightening his shoelaces. “He wants to sleep some more, and not have you ruin his mood by kicking him out of the bed.”
Yunho’s jaw drops. “Come on! Yoochun’s not in a bad mood!”
Changmin gives his shoelaces a final tug and he leans against the couch. “So you say. Our interview. Just wait and see.”
Yunho throws his hands into the air. “All right, everybody downstairs in five minutes! Including you, Jaejoong!” he growls, snatching away Jaejoong’s mirror. “Or your mirror will go down the nearest river.”
Jaejoong whines and successfully snatches the mirror back. “It’s okay, Jaejoong,” he coaxes to his mirror, stroking it as he and Changmin goes through the door. “He doesn’t know of our love. He’s too jealous …”
Yunho resists rolling his eyes and instead focuses on getting Yoochun to hurry up.
*
They’re on their way to the Japanese interview, the van silent as always whenever they’re too tired. Junsu had woken up when Changmin entered the van, but had dozed off once again, head propped on the maknae’s shoulder.
Yunho isn’t too pleased with this.
Yoochun had noticed this (while scrolling through internet articles on his laptop) and had offered to entertain Yunho. Yunho had readily agreed, putting on one earphone and trying to stifle his laughs into his fist as they watch Japanese variety shows.
Yunho notices Changmin looking away. He smiles secretly to himself. He’ll consider that a victory.
Only Jaejoong is by himself, having called shotgun so that he can have some time to himself. The driver doesn’t seem too pleased with this either, but he can’t do anything about it, seeing as he has to keep his eyes trained onto the road at all times.
Jaejoong had curled himself up into a ball, hands holding his mirror protectively. He makes air kisses, batting his eyelashes flirtatiously as he whispers compliments to himself.
Changmin groans to himself when he hears one particularly disturbing comment (“Your lips are so pretty; they’re perfect for sucking cock, especially if it’s your own”). He wants to snuggle against Yunho and beg him to be taken away from the madness; instead, he rests his head against Junsu’s and closes his eyes.
With another caring hyung by his side, it’s pretty damn close enough.
*
“Aaaaand we’re clear! Take ten!”
Yunho’s stage smile drops and he sighs. He pinches his nose bridge and closes his eyes to avoid the manager staring questioningly at him. How in the fuck can he explain how or why his members were acting how they were during the interview?
True to Changmin’s word, Yoochun’s mood had gone for the worse whenever he looks at Yunho or hears his voice. But come on! Yunho had just hauled his lazy ass off the bed so that they won’t be late!
Changmin was glaring at Yoochun the whole time as if he had offended his grandmother or something. Yunho could practically feel heat waves emanating from the youngest.
Jaejoong wasn’t even paying attention to the interviewer at all. He was more obsessed with making the camera face him, doing actions which he knew would get fangirls all over the world to cum so hard in their panties there’d be a hole underneath them halfway to China.
Or any country, actually. Basically, he was a camerawhore. But what else is new?
Only Junsu seemed to show nothing out of the ordinary. He was polite, he smiled charmingly, and he calmed Yoochun down.
“I’m going to get my ass kicked so hard when we get back home,” Yunho mumbles miserably to himself. He vaguely hears someone come up behind him but doesn’t register the presence until he feels firm hands kneading his shoulders.
He groans as the person continues to massage him, easing out the tension. He leans back and rests his head against a flat plane of stomach.
“Feeling better, Leader-sshi?” he hears a husky voice say.
Yunho nods. “I don’t know what’s going on with everyone, Min,” he sighs. “Especially Jae. He never got too intense with his beauty before. He’s worrying me.”
Changmin makes a hum. “He’s just going through some changes in his life. He’ll be fine tomorrow.”
Yunho snorts. “What? A second puberty? A mid-life crisis? He’s not even thirty, Min.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, sweetheart,” Changmin rolls his eyes.
A singing in the distance catches their attention. They look behind to see Jaejoong skipping back into the room, the same goddamn pink compact in his hand. Changmin’s disgusted to see that he’s now even moving the compact up and down, as if his reflection will see how good Jaejoong’s body is and comment on it.
“Oh dear God,” he mumbles. “He lost it.”
*
Jaejoong doesn’t understand. Ever since he came back to the room to continue their interview, his mirror was snatched away by Changmin and he was forced to actually pay attention to the interview.
What’s worse, Yunho had instructed the cameramen to not even focus on him! What the Amnesia? Speaking of which, he should finish it. How else is he supposed to scream like a little girl and then find comfort in his own reflection?
Now that the interview’s over, they’re all cramped back in their van. Yoochun’s perfectly happy again and Changmin’s perfectly friendly again. Jaejoong wishes nothing more than eternal damnation (he should also finish that game) on both of them, but takes it back almost immediately because Yunho wouldn’t like his bandmates getting eternally damned.
Bored and with no mirror to admire himself with, Jaejoong instead focuses on his not-so-clear reflection on the window, kissing the glass and ignoring the driver’s moans of self-pity to clean it later.
“It’s okay, Hero,” he whispers to the window. “They’re just jealous. They don’t have our love. I only need you.” He smiles to his reflection and winks.
To his utmost surprise, his reflection winks back.
Jaejoong’s eyes shoot open and he almost screams. He manages to hold it in, because he doesn’t want to startle the driver and result in him dying young and beautiful. Screw the rest, they’re not as pretty as him. He stares back at his reflection, almost screaming again when it winks again, this time accompanied with a smile. Heart threatening to burst out of his chest, Jaejoong clears his throat and whispers a shaky hello.
It nods slightly and bows. Jaejoong’s jaw drops. Holy shit. “You can hear me?” he whispers again.
It nods once more. “Of course I can,” it says, loud enough for everyone in the van to hear.
Jaejoong looks at the driver, the latter’s eyes still focused on the road, acting as if he hadn’t heard another voice next to him. Jaejoong then looks behind to the rest of the band. They’re all high as normal, laughing at ridiculous jokes and pitching in their own.
The lead singer shakily turns back around, swallowing. He has this strong feeling that only he can hear it. He looks back at his reflection, finding nothing but confusion in those pretty eyes.
“Is anything wrong?” it asks.
Jaejoong shakes his head, more determined to ask some pressing questions. “Are you … are you me?”
It smiles and nods.
“Okay,” Jaejoong takes a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. He pinches himself and yelps, quickly covering his mouth and noticing his reflection staring at him, surprise in his features. Okay, definitely not a dream. “What’s your name?”
It thinks for a while. “It depends. You can choose.”
Dear God. Jaejoong can choose. He decides that the name can wait. Right now, there are more important things. “Are you … real? As in, you can come out of the mirror and stuff?”
It looks up for a while, before shaking his head with a pout. “I’m not sure. I haven’t tried it before.”
Excitement flashes in Jaejoong’s eyes. “Try it. When we all reach home,” he whispers excitedly. “I’m going to kick Yoochun out of the room and then you’ll try to come out of the mirror, okay?”
It smiles and Jaejoong thinks it’s the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Well of course. He’s me. “Why do you only show yourself now?”
It continues to smile. “Why do you only show narcissistic interest in yourself now?”
Jaejoong chuckles. “Just you wait, pretty. My interest will expand to you as well.” Images in his mind on how he would do himself zips through his mind, his desire for lust pulsing each time he looks into those confused eyes.
*
Upon reaching home, Jaejoong had promptly threatened Yoochun to stay away from their room and told Yunho to keep the kids occupied like a good mother should. He had slammed and lock the door in a confused Yunho’s face and is currently staring at his mirror, a bit uneasy that he doesn’t see his reflection, as if he’s not even there.
“Youngwoong?” he calls out softly, hoping none of the members has their ear pressed against the door. “Youngwoong, come out.”
The room’s reflection turns watery for few moments and Jaejoong’s reflection fades in, smiling delightedly at the sight of Jaejoong. “You’re really here! And you gave me a name! I was worried that what you said earlier about your interest expanding was a lie …”
Jaejoong smiles devilishly, Youngwoong blushing at the sultry expression. “You should come out, Youngwoong-ah. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together.”
“I … I don’t know how,” Youngwoong admits, pressing its fingers together as a sign of sadness.
Holy fuck, the ultimate uke. Yum, Jaejoong thinks as his eyes glaze with more lust. “I’ll put my hand on the mirror and I want you to touch back. If I can feel you I will not hesitate to pull you out here. Okay?”
Youngwoong looks hesitantly at Jaejoong.
“Okay?” Jaejoong repeats, this time with a sincere smile. Youngwoong nods uncertainly but that is enough to get Jaejoong stepping closer to the mirror with a hand stretched out. He touches the mirror and feels nothing but cool glass. Youngwoong does the same, pressing its fingers against the same spot where Jaejoong’s fingers are.
They stay still for a few moments, looking down at the connection until Youngwoong pulls back. “I’m sorry,” he shakes his head, because Jaejoong’s pretty damn sure that Youngwoong should be a male and nothing else.
“Don’t be,” Jaejoong smiles. “Just try harder. Think of yourself coming out of the mirror and to here.” Jaejoong’s cock is already throbbing in his pants and he wants nothing more than to screw Youngwoong’s brains out but he needs to be patient, because he knows that he himself doesn’t tolerate impatience.
Youngwoong tentatively tries again, his face screwing up as he tries with all his mind to visualize escaping the glass prison and being held by Jaejoong. All of a sudden, the mirror gives way and Youngwoong tumbles out of the mirror with a muffled yelp of shock. Something warm wraps around him and he blushes heavily when he realizes it’s Jaejoong.
He looks around, shock and excitement rushing through his veins. He’s free, finally free from those damned reflective surfaces holding him from Jaejoong. “Jaejoong-sshi, I did it! I -” he stops short, instantly drowned in the deep gaze of Jaejoong’s eyes.
“You did,” Jaejoong smiles, brushing away Youngwoong’s brown fringe from his eyes. “Congratulations.” Without giving the other a chance to speak, Jaejoong leans in and captures the soft lips with his.
It’s insanely soft, the feeling similar of a petal gently running along his lips. Youngwoong moans into the kiss and Jaejoong smirks, nibbling harshly on the plump lower lip. His reflection gasps at the pain instantly, and Jaejoong doesn’t hesitate to slip his tongue in.
Youngwoong’s mouth is sweet, just as Jaejoong had expected it to be. His tongue curls with Youngwoong’s, and despite the latter having no clue on what he has to do, he picks up fast, dancing against the other for dominance.
Surprisingly it’s Youngwoong who wins, though unintentional as he only pulled Jaejoong closer to deepen the kiss, not knowing that their crotches will brush. Jaejoong pulls away with a gasp and smirks at Youngwoong. “You’re pretty skilled, Youngwoong-ah. Where did you learn how to kiss like that? And it’s your first time, no less.”
Youngwoong blushes and looks away. “I’m you. If you know how to kiss, I should know how to kiss.”
Jaejoong grins, feral and dangerous. “Great. We can just cut straight to the sex.” With that, he kisses Youngwoong again, harder than the previous one. His hands grab for Youngwoong’s waist, pushing him backwards until the back of Youngwoong’s knees hit the bed. With a yelp, Youngwoong stumbles backwards and onto the bed, eyes wide with shock and hair splayed messily over the mattress like a pillow.
Jaejoong looms over him and kisses him once again, their lips moving sensually. Jaejoong feels a tug on his shirt and he breaks the kiss to see Youngwoong silently asking for him to take his shirt off, a slight blush on his cheeks. Jaejoong smirks and pulls his shirt off teasingly, laughing at Youngwoong’s slack-eyed look each time more and more skin is revealed.
“Don’t you ever admire yourself?” Jaejoong asks as he throws his shirt to the side.
“Yeah, but I never knew how good I look when it’s right in front of me,” Youngwoong answers with a hint of cheek.
Cocking his eyebrow, Jaejoong pulls at Youngwoong’s shirt, removing it swiftly with a slight burn. Instantaneously, his eyes zone to the nipple and bellybutton piercings, the piercings winking in the light. “Fuck, I look amazing,” he moans at the sight, leaning downwards and letting his tongue run along the nipple barbell.
Youngwoong gasps and arches his chest towards Jaejoong’s ministrations, the latter sucking hungrily on the nipple and his fingers plucking and rubbing the other word. “J-Jaejoong-sshi, oh God …” he groans, his hands scrabbling to Jaejoong’s head and pressing him downwards.
“Oh fuck, it’s so hot to hear my name coming from you,” Jaejoong smirks, kissing a trail of fire to Youngwoong’s bellybutton ring. His tongue loops through the ring and tugs at it gently, cock growing harder at the sound of Youngwoong’s moans. “Jaejoong-sshi, Jaejoong-sshi, please,” Youngwoong pants.
Well, he doesn’t need to beg, Jaejoong thinks as he unbuckles Youngwoong’s belt. But he’s so cute. It doesn’t hurt to indulge, right? “What do you want, baby? I need you to tell me.” Youngwoong looks like he’s going to cry in embarrassment but he’s so cute that Jaejoong doesn’t want to stop teasing him. “What do you want?” He removes Youngwoong’s belt and pushes the latter further up the bed, hurriedly tying his wrists to the headboard.
Youngwoong tugs at the restraints but it proves to be futile, the movement leaving nothing but slight red marks on his wrists. “Tell me~” Jaejoong sings, palming Youngwoong’s clothed member. “If you don’t tell me, I won’t know what you wan-”
“TOUCH ME!” Youngwoong all but screams, face an amusing shade of red. Jaejoong chuckles and goes back up to press another kiss on those soft lips.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jaejoong smirks.
“Fuck you,” Youngwoong mutters, face slowly turning redder.
“Other way around, babe,” Jaejoong’s smirk grows wider, mocking his reflection. He doesn’t let the other say anything though, sliding down between his legs and parting them so that he can settle in between. He pulls off Youngwoong’s pants and boxers together, eyes sparkling at the sight of Youngwoong’s throbbing cock. “Oh fuck, it really is gorgeous,” he breathes, running a finger along the side and watching it pulse even more.
“Narcissistic,” Youngwoong moans.
“For me, myself and I,” Jaejoong takes hold of Youngwoong’s cock and begins to pump in a harsh pace. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”
“Oh, so now I’m as good-looking as my cock?” Youngwoong tries to sound spiteful, but Jaejoong’s unforgiving pumps are leaving him incoherent and breathless. He struggles against his belt when Jaejoong flicks the tip with an expert finger.
“I would never have taken myself as the jealous type,” Jaejoong muses, eyes focused on Youngwoong’s expressions, face flushed and a fine sheen of sweat shining in the light. “Especially to my own body parts. You have daddy issues.”
“I’m just your reflection! Your dad is my dad too!” Youngwoong screams in pleasure as Jaejoong presses the pad of his thumb onto the slit. “Stop giving me shit that doesn’t make sense!”
“You’re not making sense,” Jaejoong spits back, though there’s no heat in his words. “Honestly, jealous of your own cock. Now I suggest you stop being jealous and shut up.”
Youngwoong does as told, though he does whimper because Jaejoong’s hand had left his cock in search of something. He becomes a little surprised when Jaejoong returns with a recognizable bottle in his hand. “You have lube? Where’d you get that from?”
“Yunho,” Jaejoong replies easily, uncapping the bottle and squirting some of the gel onto his fingers. He spreads it evenly and positions two of his fingers in front of Youngwoong’s entrance. “Ever done this before?”
“I never even imagined this to be possible,” Youngwoong admits, easily slipping back into his shy exterior. “So no.”
Jaejoong’s smirk grows even wider, if that’s possible. “Great. So I’m really the first thing going to be inside you. Oh how fun.” He quickly eases his fingers inside, groaning at the tight walls clamping around and imagining what they’ll feel like around his cock. “Oh God, you’re so tight. Are you okay?”
Youngwoong nods hurriedly, chest heaving heavily. “I’m - I’m fine. Just …” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence. Jaejoong understands though, pumping his fingers in and out steadily and scissoring the passage gently. He adds in the third finger after another minute or so, Youngwoong moaning out even more from the stretch.
“Oh, fuck! Ah, fuck fuck fuck,” Youngwoong thrashes his head side to side, his hands pulling at his belt as a vain attempt to break free. “Jaejoong-sshi, please, fuck me now! Please!”
Jaejoong lets out a laugh of disbelief mingled with relief and he excitedly steps out of his pants and underwear, groaning when the cool air licks at his cock. He squirts more lube onto his hand, coating his cock and shivering at the cold gel on his heated flesh. He cracks open an eye and chuckles when he sees Youngwoong transfixed at his cock.
“Next time, babe, next time,” Jaejoong promises as he slides between Youngwoong’s legs again, lifting and hooking them over his shoulders. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
Youngwoong nods, heart beating a little faster in fear of the expected pain. He feels the blunt head of Jaejoong’s cock pressing against his entrance and he tenses slightly. The lead singer pulls in a breath of courage and, in one swift movement, embeds himself deep inside, well, himself.
A pained cry pierces the air and Youngwoong’s back arches, his body almost bending in half. Jaejoong leans forward and peppers his face with reassuring kisses, moving Youngwoong’s hips around so that his lithe body can get used to the intrusion. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mutters. “Feel better?”
His body screams no! but he nods despite himself. Jaejoong purses his lips, a sign that he doesn’t believe him, but pulls out slowly nonetheless. The second thrust has Youngwoong crying out in pain again, and Jaejoong wants to stop but then Youngwoong whispers for more and who is he to deny such a sinful voice?
The third thrust is bordering on the line between pain and pleasure, and Youngwoong finds the pain diminishing as Jaejoong delivers more thrusts into him. With the pain gone entirely, Youngwoong screams for more and Jaejoong continues to fuck him hard into the bed.
“J-Jaejoong-sshi! Harder! Oh God, oh fuck, you’re so big!” Youngwoong all but sobs, squeezing his legs harder around Jaejoong to urge him on.
“You really know how to boost a guy’s ego,” Jaejoong can only manage out a dry laugh, cursing when Youngwoong tightens around him.
The tip of Jaejoong’s cock stabs brutally something all so indescribable that has Youngwoong screaming for ohfuckmoremoremorefuckmeharder and has Jaejoong aiming for that one spot. He abandons any rhythm he had initially set up and fucks Youngwoong wildly, no intention of stopping anytime soon. “You feel so good around me, Youngwoong~” Jaejoong groans, his fingernails digging into Youngwoong’s hips.
“Jaejoong-sshi, I’m -” Youngwoong’s cut off with another wave of pleasure that leaves him gasping for breath.
Jaejoong knows what he wants, so he picks up his pace impossibly faster, brain practically exploding as he feels his orgasm ripping out of him the same time Youngwoong tightens even more around him, vaguely registering Youngwoong’s cum splashing onto the both of them. His release is so much more intensifying, so much more satisfying than when all he had was his hand that Jaejoong can’t find anything to complain about.
They both stay still for a moment, trying to catch their breaths. Jaejoong pulls out with a breathless laugh and collapses next to his reflection, gathering enough strength to untie Youngwoong’s hands from the headboard. He kisses the red marks on the wrists and presses a gentle kiss on Youngwoong’s lips. “That was …” Jaejoong laughs, “wow.”
“Tell me about it,” Youngwoong agrees with a small smile. He turns over slowly, wincing slightly when pain shoots up his spine. He snuggles close to Jaejoong, pressing the flat of his tongue on the barbell pierced through Jaejoong’s nipple and licks it slowly, kissing the perked nub.
Jaejoong hitches in a breath when he feels the familiar tingle of arousal stirring in his cock. “Youngwoong, stop,” he groans. “I’m sleepy.”
Youngwoong pouts but closes his eyes as he yawns. “Okay, I admit defeat. So am I.”
Jaejoong smiles and pulls Youngwoong closer. “You’re such a kid.” He kisses Youngwoong’s hair and hums softly. “Are you going to disappear after this?”
“Even if I do, I’ll come back,” Youngwoong replies, eyes still closed. “Now shut up and let me sleep. I want … to … sleep …”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes when he hears the soft snores of Youngwoong, but his uke half is so cute he can’t help but kiss his hair again. “Goodnight, Youngwoong,” he whispers as he turns off the lights. All he hears is a muffled groan but that’s enough for Jaejoong to slip into sweet dreams.
*
Sunrays filter into the Dong Bang household and Yunho sits up with a stretch and a yawn. Rubbing his eyes, Yunho slowly gets out of bed, wincing when his lower back screams in pain. Casting a glare at the sleeping Changmin, Yunho pads to the kitchen.
He shuffles to the kitchen and is about to make coffee for himself and his irritable lover when he catches sight of a snoring lump on the couch. “Yoochun?” Yunho blinks and shuffles to the living room, poking at the lump. “Yoochun, is that you?”
The snores stop and the lump moves about before Yoochun’s sleepy head pops up from underneath the blanket. “Oh. Hey, hyung,” he yawns.
“Chun, what are you doing here?” Yunho is becoming panicky. “Did you and Jaejae get into a fight again?”
“No, umma, appa and I have been good,” Yoochun rolls his eyes, stretching before sitting upright.
“Then why are you sleeping out here?” Yunho squawks. “I mean, why not in the maknaes’ bedroom? Changmin’s bed is free since he spent the night in my room.”
“TMI, hyung,” Yoochun rubs his eyes. “And Changmin’s bed is too lumpy. Oh, and I have to tell you something. Appa’s been cheating on you, umma.”
Yunho blinks. “Wait - what? You call Jaejoong the dad, right? How can he be cheating on me if we weren’t even going out in the first place?”
“I’m not finished. Jaejoong’s cheating on you with,” Yoochun suddenly shudders, “himself.”
Yunho blinks again. “And you’ve lost me again. How can he cheat on me with himself?”
The Soulmates’ bedroom door opens and they see the lead singer yawning as he goes to the kitchen towards the kitchen, flashing a timid smile to the two men. Yunho cocks his head to the side. Despite his oversized shirt, it isn’t difficult to see his gait. “Is he … limping?”
“Wait for it,” Yoochun mutters, eyes still trained onto his bedroom door.
A few moments later and Yunho would’ve fainted in shock if Yoochun wasn’t there to keep him steady. Jaejoong had bounded out of the room and into the kitchen, the epitome of happiness as he wraps his arms around the back of himself and kisses his shoulder.
“Please tell me I’m dreaming,” Yunho mumbles. “I see two Jaejoongs and I’m pretty sure that in itself is humanely impossible.”
“You’re not dreaming,” Yoochun shakes him slightly to stop Yunho’s gawking. “I overheard it all. Jaejoong’s reflection - I think his name is Youngwoong? - came to life and Jaejoong just fucked his brains out.”
“Two Kim Jaejoongs. Holy. Fuck. What has the world come to?”
Jaejoong chooses that moment to look up and beam brightly at his two bandmates in the living room. “Hey guys! Guess we have a new member in our band, huh? He can really hit the high notes so that’s not too bad, right?”
Youngwoong blushes and tries to shrug off Jaejoong’s hold. “Jae~” he whines softly. “I’m still sore, let go of me.”
“I didn’t need to hear that,” Changmin’s low voice mumbles from the bedroom. He yawns and makes his way to Yunho, slinging an arm over his shoulders and bringing him close to press a kiss onto his temple. “And another Jaejoong. Hooray,” he rolls his eyes.
“Technically Youngwoong, but I’m guessing you don’t care?” Yoochun questions with a smile, gathering up his blanket and pillow and going to his bedroom to clean up the mess inevitably left behind.
Yunho groans and covers his face with his palm. “My life is going to be a living hell starting now. If he was so affectionate to his reflection yesterday, think of the unspeakable things he’ll be doing to himself for the rest of their time together.”
Changmin smirks lewdly at him. “Well then, let’s do our own unspeakable things and forget about them.” Without another word, Changmin picks up a flailing Yunho and rushes back to Yunho’s bedroom, slamming the door behind them after sending Jaejoong a challenging smirk.
Jaejoong eyes them with determination blazing in his eyes before turning his attention back to Youngwoong. He presses a kiss onto Youngwoong’s cheek, amused by Youngwoong’s squirming. “Hey, let’s do it again, Youngwoong-ah,” he grins cheekily, eyes sparkling.
Youngwoong stares at him with wide eyes. “Insatiable, that’s what you are. I’m still sore, remember?”
“But Changmin had just given us an unspoken challenge that I’m not willing to walk away from! Come on, Youngwoong, let’s show them how sex is supposed to be done.” Scooping Youngwoong into his arms, Jaejoong practically flies back to his room, Yoochun being pushed out once again.
“Hey, I just cleaned in there!” Yoochun shouts from outside. “Dammit, Jaejoong, you better not make a mess on my bed again!” Sighing, Yoochun decides that he should drown out the heavy moaning coming from both Yunho’s and his rooms.
Despite his best efforts though, Yoochun can still hear them even when the television is in the highest volume. Jaejoong better not have any more reflections or Yoochun swears on his grandmother’s grave that he will cut a bitch.
And that bitch may or may not be Jaejoong.
*
A/N: LMAO. JAEJOONG FUCKING HIS REFLECTION. OKAY NOT WRITING ANYMORE *shoots self*
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