Keep Your Head Down [4]
Pairings: YunJaeMin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boyxboy, mature content.
Summary: Jaejoong wants to be forgiven for leaving HoMin and they know what they want as retribution.
A/N: I wanted to update another story but it got stubborn, so here you go. Enjoy~
It was just a matter of time before Jaejoong collapsed, so when he did it did not come as a surprise to Yoochun. It was during the last stop of their world tour in Seoul. Jaejoong had insisted on performing even if he looked like death, with pasty skin and bags under his eyes.
Halfway through Empty, Yoochun saw out of the corner of his eye how Jaejoong’s knee trembled before the eldest crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. He was not strong enough to put his hands forward and stop his fall so he fell hard on his side, his microphone skittering away from his hand.
The fans’ chanting stopped for a moment, although the music did not. Yoochun saw them chattering worriedly between each other while a pair of back-up dancers helped Jae back to his feet and handed him his microphone. Junsu and he did not stop singing but they turned worried eyes in Jaejoong’s direction once he was up and on steady feet.
Jaejoong patted his clothes down and offered a small bow to the fans. He mouthed a ‘I’m fine’ and continued with the song as if nothing had happened.
When the show ended Jaejoong was the first one to leave the stage, a shaky speed on his steps, followed by the other two who were still wearily looking out for their oldest member’s every move.
Ignoring all the staff-something uncharacteristic on Jaejoong-he went into one of the make-up rooms and threw himself onto the beaten up couch set against the wall. He grabbed one of the water bottles on the low coffee table and yanked it open, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the refreshing liquid.
Yoochun stood by the door with Junsu close behind him but neither saying a word as they watched their eldest member chugging down water like he had been in the desert for a couple of days.
“What the fuck was that, Jae?” Yoochun blurted out when Jaejoong was opening his second bottle. Junsu had the sensibility of closing the door behind them after Yoochun’s outburst but otherwise stood still, not saying a word.
Jaejoong kicked his feet up and set them on the armrest of the couch, while he took out his cell phone, clearly intend on ignoring Yoochun’s lecture.
“It won’t happen again, I promise,” he said, and Yoochun thought he did not sound like himself. He sounded demented.
“Of course it won’t. Give me their phone numbers; I need to have a talk with them.”
“No.”
Yoochun lunged at Jaejoong before the latter had time to react and snatched the cell phone from Jaejoong’s hands. That got Jaejoong standing making Yoochun back away from him, Jae’s cell phone clutched in a tight grip.
“Give it back,” Jaejoong demanded.
“They’re in here, aren’t they? Yunho’s and Changmin’s phone numbers,” Yoochun said. Jaejoong was getting closer and so was the wall behind him. “It’s for your own good, Jae. They can’t keep doing this to you.”
Yoochun started going through the contact list on the small device when he was suddenly slammed against the wall, Jaejoong’s hands gripping his shoulders in a bruising grip.
“It’s none of your business! They don’t do anything to me that I don’t allow them to do; just give me my damned phone!” Jaejoong tried to get his phone, practically clawing at Yoochun’s arm but the other man was not about to give it up so easily.
Yoochun was trying hard to keep Jaejoong’s phone away from his reach as their argument escalated into a screaming match between the two.
“It is my business because you’re my band member and I am worried about you! I’m sick of watching you bend over backwards for people that don’t even care about your health!”
“So that’s it?” the volume of Jaejoong’s voice dropped suddenly. He leaned against Yoochun so that the sardonic smile on his lips was lined with Yoochun’s ear. “Are you getting jealous, Yoochun?”
“What?” Yoochun asked confused as Jaejoong dropped to his knees.
Jaejoong had never looked so out of it before, not even when he was drunk. His sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead, partially covering eyes filled with madness.
“I could suck you off like I do to them if that’s what you want.”
Jaejoong started fumbling with Yoochun’s belt, trying to get the buckle open.
“Have you lost your mind, Jaejoong?! Stop! What are you doing?” Yoochun said, one hand still holding the phone out of reach, the other trying to stop Jaejoong’s movements on his pants but the other man hard a firm grip on his belt. Yoochun didn’t know where he had gotten that renewed strength.
“Then if you still are up to it you can fuck me.”
By now Jaejoong had Yoochun’s belt undone and was going for the button on Yoochun’s jeans.
“Stop, Jae… what…” Yoochun tried to reason while holding his pants up with one hand.
“Junsu too, if he wants-“
A slap resounded through the room. Yoochun looked down to see Jaejoong half-lying on the floor, one hand supporting his weight while the other held his throbbing cheek. Junsu was panting heavily, his arm stretched out so his hand was where Jaejoong’s face had previously been.
“Get a grip, hyung,” he said, looking at Jae with such intensity in his eyes Yoochun could not pin-point the exact feeling behind them.
Junsu had avoided Jaejoong ever since the incident in the dance studio so Yoochun was very surprised that Junsu intervened at all. He had not even seen Junsu move towards them. He turned his attention back to Jae who had now stood up and was looking at him, and then his loath-filled eyes turned to Junsu.
“Fuck you,” he muttered before hastily leaving the room, slamming the door after him.
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As he drove, Jaejoong felt anger still boiling inside him. How dare they deny him the only way to see the other two members?! He was not as cold-blooded as them who could turn their backs to the people they spend a good portion of their lives with. He had not taken it well when Yunho and Changmin decided not to go through with the plan to leave with them and preferred to stay in the company instead. But he had gone along with it, making up sugar-coated stories in his mind about them being together in the end, staying friends through all of it. How wrong he had been, he thought. But he was going to fix it, no matter what it took.
He noticed the apartment building he was yearning to get to was getting closer, its dark outline familiar against the night sky, so he shifted gears and sped through the almost empty streets of Seoul.
The gates opened for him as soon as he arrived and he immediately made his way to the underground parking lot. He parked his car and hastily made his way to the lobby. The receptionist was not there but he was not in the mood for polite greetings.
Jae was about to call either Changmin or Yunho but after a quick palming of his pockets he cursed. Yoochun had kept his phone. He rang the bell for apartment number six and waited until a voice came from the small speaker above the multiple buttons on the wall.
Who is it?
“Jaejoong. Let me up.”
I’ll send the elevator.
The ding of the elevator echoed through the empty lobby once it arrived. Jaejoong was quick to get into it, pressing the closing button more times than he should have.
The ride up seemed like an eternity but eventually the screen above the elevator doors marked that it was on the sixth floor and stopped. Jaejoong tapped his foot impatiently while the doors opened.
Changmin opened the door for him before he could even try the handle and stepped aside so he could go in. He looked clearly distraught, a sour expression on his face and his phone in one hand. Jaejoong could only guess what that meant.
He bypassed Changmin and went to stand in front of the small table he knew so well. He made a quick job of stripping (he was still wearing the damp red and white JYJ shirt from the concert) and yanked the table’s drawer open, revealing the red dog collar. He clasped it around his neck a little too tightly in his haste. The smooth skin on his neck had long since healed and he was back to regular use of the humiliating object.
“Jaejoong-hyung.”
“Can we forego the whole crawling thing and just go to your room?” Jaejoong said, trying to avoid the topic he knew the youngest would bring up.
“or we can just stay here,” he said upon Changmin’s lack of response and attached his lips against Changmin’s.
The kiss was short-lived, however, when Changmin softly pushed him away.
“Yoochun called. I thought it was you.”
“Bastard took my phone,” Jae offered as explanation, while he got cold fingers under Changmin’s tank top, making him shudder.
Jaejoong leaned for another kiss but Changmin turned his head away.
“He told me what happened at the concert. You should rest, hyung,” Changmin said, holding Jaejoong at arm’s length. “Come on, get dressed. I’ll take you home.”
Jaejoong tore himself from Changmin’s grip, his signature cold mask now set on his face. “Don’t pretend to care now, Min. It’s sex for forgiveness, isn’t it?”
For a second, Jaejoong could’ve sworn he saw a pained expression flash through the maknae’s eyes, but it was gone so fast he could’ve imagined and was replaced by a mirror of his own cold face.
“Well, I’m not in the mood. Go find something else to do. Did you even shower?” Changmin replied darkly, going further into the apartment and into the kitchen.
“Where is Yunho?” Jaejoong asked, ignoring the biting remark thrown at him.
“In his room; don’t bother him,” Changmin replied, head buried in the refrigerator, but before he was finished Jaejoong had already left in search of the leader.
Jaejoong stared at the dark wood before him. He knocked twice, maybe too hard to be polite but at that moment he did not care much for politeness.
The door opened and inside stood Yunho, glasses perched atop of his nose, his eyes widening in surprise behind the frames.
Jaejoong latched himself to the leader’s mouth, suckling the voluptuous lower lip into his mouth while he closed the door behind him with his foot.
Yunho moaned into the kiss as Jaejoong led him back to his bed. He was thankful he had set his laptop on the bedside table before opening the door because as soon as his legs hit the edge of the bed, Jaejoong pushed him back on it and he fell on the soft surface. Jaejoong followed soon after crawling on top of him.
His shirt was lifted off his torso and thrown into the corner of room; his glasses were gone when they tangled somewhere inside the heap of cloth. Lips were against his again, kissing him hard enough to leave lips bruised.
At that moment, Yunho’s phone rang. He turned to grab it but Jaejoong stopped him, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around his own waist.
“Don’t answer that,” he said, kissing a wet path down Yunho’s neck and shoulder. “Don’t answer it.”
Curious, Yunho stretched his neck to see the caller ID, but he could not see anything but a blurry, shining screen out of the corner of his eye.
Noticing the leader’s wandering eyes, Jaejoong tugged at Yunho’s pajama pants, only lowering them enough to free the leader’s hardening lenght. Jaejoong spit in his hand and stroked Yunho’s penis only to position it against his hole. He took a shuddering breath before lowering his own body, impaling himself on the hard meat.
Yunho moaned at the tight squeeze and the searing heat, completely forgetting about the still ringing cell phone on his night stand. Jaejoong had not prepared himself and his saliva barely lubricated the otherwise dry slide of skin as Yunho’s cock settled completely inside him.
“Ah, pet….fuck, Jaejoong,” Yunho mumbled incoherently when Jaejoong started moving.
Sweat matted the hair on Jaejoong’s forehead and the furrowed eyebrows let Yunho know Jaejoong was in pain. With difficulty he tried to stop Jaejoong in his motions by grabbing his hips and slowing him down.
“Joongie, you’re going to hurt yourself,” he said.
Upon hearing the familiar nickname, Jaejoong stopped his motions and buried his face in the crook of Yunho’s neck. The older man was trembling against his chest and it was only until he felt moisture hit the skin on his shoulder that he realized that Jaejoong was crying.
“Shut up, you all need to shut up,” Jaejoong said between sobs.
Yunho didn’t know what Jae was talking about so he just wrapped his arms around the sobbing man and rocked him back and forth as he cried; Yunho’s softening cock slipping from Jae’s body.
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Eventually Jaejoong fell asleep; tears drying on salty paths down the exhausted man’s face.
Yunho settled Jaejoong on the bed next to him. He gingerly took off the collar around Jaejoong’s neck and pulled the covers over his naked form. Picking up the clothes thrown across the floor he got dressed again and put on his glasses.
The phone had stopped ringing an hour ago but the curiosity has not ebbed away. He took the device and was surprised to see the call came from Jaejoong’s phone.
At that moment, the door to his room opened softly and Changmin stepped into his room. He eyed the phone on Yunho’s hand with a knowing stare, making Yunho feel even more confused.
“What’s going on?” he whispered not wanting to wake Jaejoong up.
Changmin looked at him, then at Jaejoong sleeping peacefully on Yunho’s bed. When Changmin looked back at him it seemed like he had aged twenty years and when he spoke his voice sounded heavy.
“I think this thing has gone way too far."
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boyxboy, mature content.
Summary: Jaejoong wants to be forgiven for leaving HoMin and they know what they want as retribution.
A/N: I wanted to update another story but it got stubborn, so here you go. Enjoy~
It was just a matter of time before Jaejoong collapsed, so when he did it did not come as a surprise to Yoochun. It was during the last stop of their world tour in Seoul. Jaejoong had insisted on performing even if he looked like death, with pasty skin and bags under his eyes.
Halfway through Empty, Yoochun saw out of the corner of his eye how Jaejoong’s knee trembled before the eldest crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. He was not strong enough to put his hands forward and stop his fall so he fell hard on his side, his microphone skittering away from his hand.
The fans’ chanting stopped for a moment, although the music did not. Yoochun saw them chattering worriedly between each other while a pair of back-up dancers helped Jae back to his feet and handed him his microphone. Junsu and he did not stop singing but they turned worried eyes in Jaejoong’s direction once he was up and on steady feet.
Jaejoong patted his clothes down and offered a small bow to the fans. He mouthed a ‘I’m fine’ and continued with the song as if nothing had happened.
When the show ended Jaejoong was the first one to leave the stage, a shaky speed on his steps, followed by the other two who were still wearily looking out for their oldest member’s every move.
Ignoring all the staff-something uncharacteristic on Jaejoong-he went into one of the make-up rooms and threw himself onto the beaten up couch set against the wall. He grabbed one of the water bottles on the low coffee table and yanked it open, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the refreshing liquid.
Yoochun stood by the door with Junsu close behind him but neither saying a word as they watched their eldest member chugging down water like he had been in the desert for a couple of days.
“What the fuck was that, Jae?” Yoochun blurted out when Jaejoong was opening his second bottle. Junsu had the sensibility of closing the door behind them after Yoochun’s outburst but otherwise stood still, not saying a word.
Jaejoong kicked his feet up and set them on the armrest of the couch, while he took out his cell phone, clearly intend on ignoring Yoochun’s lecture.
“It won’t happen again, I promise,” he said, and Yoochun thought he did not sound like himself. He sounded demented.
“Of course it won’t. Give me their phone numbers; I need to have a talk with them.”
“No.”
Yoochun lunged at Jaejoong before the latter had time to react and snatched the cell phone from Jaejoong’s hands. That got Jaejoong standing making Yoochun back away from him, Jae’s cell phone clutched in a tight grip.
“Give it back,” Jaejoong demanded.
“They’re in here, aren’t they? Yunho’s and Changmin’s phone numbers,” Yoochun said. Jaejoong was getting closer and so was the wall behind him. “It’s for your own good, Jae. They can’t keep doing this to you.”
Yoochun started going through the contact list on the small device when he was suddenly slammed against the wall, Jaejoong’s hands gripping his shoulders in a bruising grip.
“It’s none of your business! They don’t do anything to me that I don’t allow them to do; just give me my damned phone!” Jaejoong tried to get his phone, practically clawing at Yoochun’s arm but the other man was not about to give it up so easily.
Yoochun was trying hard to keep Jaejoong’s phone away from his reach as their argument escalated into a screaming match between the two.
“It is my business because you’re my band member and I am worried about you! I’m sick of watching you bend over backwards for people that don’t even care about your health!”
“So that’s it?” the volume of Jaejoong’s voice dropped suddenly. He leaned against Yoochun so that the sardonic smile on his lips was lined with Yoochun’s ear. “Are you getting jealous, Yoochun?”
“What?” Yoochun asked confused as Jaejoong dropped to his knees.
Jaejoong had never looked so out of it before, not even when he was drunk. His sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead, partially covering eyes filled with madness.
“I could suck you off like I do to them if that’s what you want.”
Jaejoong started fumbling with Yoochun’s belt, trying to get the buckle open.
“Have you lost your mind, Jaejoong?! Stop! What are you doing?” Yoochun said, one hand still holding the phone out of reach, the other trying to stop Jaejoong’s movements on his pants but the other man hard a firm grip on his belt. Yoochun didn’t know where he had gotten that renewed strength.
“Then if you still are up to it you can fuck me.”
By now Jaejoong had Yoochun’s belt undone and was going for the button on Yoochun’s jeans.
“Stop, Jae… what…” Yoochun tried to reason while holding his pants up with one hand.
“Junsu too, if he wants-“
A slap resounded through the room. Yoochun looked down to see Jaejoong half-lying on the floor, one hand supporting his weight while the other held his throbbing cheek. Junsu was panting heavily, his arm stretched out so his hand was where Jaejoong’s face had previously been.
“Get a grip, hyung,” he said, looking at Jae with such intensity in his eyes Yoochun could not pin-point the exact feeling behind them.
Junsu had avoided Jaejoong ever since the incident in the dance studio so Yoochun was very surprised that Junsu intervened at all. He had not even seen Junsu move towards them. He turned his attention back to Jae who had now stood up and was looking at him, and then his loath-filled eyes turned to Junsu.
“Fuck you,” he muttered before hastily leaving the room, slamming the door after him.
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As he drove, Jaejoong felt anger still boiling inside him. How dare they deny him the only way to see the other two members?! He was not as cold-blooded as them who could turn their backs to the people they spend a good portion of their lives with. He had not taken it well when Yunho and Changmin decided not to go through with the plan to leave with them and preferred to stay in the company instead. But he had gone along with it, making up sugar-coated stories in his mind about them being together in the end, staying friends through all of it. How wrong he had been, he thought. But he was going to fix it, no matter what it took.
He noticed the apartment building he was yearning to get to was getting closer, its dark outline familiar against the night sky, so he shifted gears and sped through the almost empty streets of Seoul.
The gates opened for him as soon as he arrived and he immediately made his way to the underground parking lot. He parked his car and hastily made his way to the lobby. The receptionist was not there but he was not in the mood for polite greetings.
Jae was about to call either Changmin or Yunho but after a quick palming of his pockets he cursed. Yoochun had kept his phone. He rang the bell for apartment number six and waited until a voice came from the small speaker above the multiple buttons on the wall.
Who is it?
“Jaejoong. Let me up.”
I’ll send the elevator.
The ding of the elevator echoed through the empty lobby once it arrived. Jaejoong was quick to get into it, pressing the closing button more times than he should have.
The ride up seemed like an eternity but eventually the screen above the elevator doors marked that it was on the sixth floor and stopped. Jaejoong tapped his foot impatiently while the doors opened.
Changmin opened the door for him before he could even try the handle and stepped aside so he could go in. He looked clearly distraught, a sour expression on his face and his phone in one hand. Jaejoong could only guess what that meant.
He bypassed Changmin and went to stand in front of the small table he knew so well. He made a quick job of stripping (he was still wearing the damp red and white JYJ shirt from the concert) and yanked the table’s drawer open, revealing the red dog collar. He clasped it around his neck a little too tightly in his haste. The smooth skin on his neck had long since healed and he was back to regular use of the humiliating object.
“Jaejoong-hyung.”
“Can we forego the whole crawling thing and just go to your room?” Jaejoong said, trying to avoid the topic he knew the youngest would bring up.
“or we can just stay here,” he said upon Changmin’s lack of response and attached his lips against Changmin’s.
The kiss was short-lived, however, when Changmin softly pushed him away.
“Yoochun called. I thought it was you.”
“Bastard took my phone,” Jae offered as explanation, while he got cold fingers under Changmin’s tank top, making him shudder.
Jaejoong leaned for another kiss but Changmin turned his head away.
“He told me what happened at the concert. You should rest, hyung,” Changmin said, holding Jaejoong at arm’s length. “Come on, get dressed. I’ll take you home.”
Jaejoong tore himself from Changmin’s grip, his signature cold mask now set on his face. “Don’t pretend to care now, Min. It’s sex for forgiveness, isn’t it?”
For a second, Jaejoong could’ve sworn he saw a pained expression flash through the maknae’s eyes, but it was gone so fast he could’ve imagined and was replaced by a mirror of his own cold face.
“Well, I’m not in the mood. Go find something else to do. Did you even shower?” Changmin replied darkly, going further into the apartment and into the kitchen.
“Where is Yunho?” Jaejoong asked, ignoring the biting remark thrown at him.
“In his room; don’t bother him,” Changmin replied, head buried in the refrigerator, but before he was finished Jaejoong had already left in search of the leader.
Jaejoong stared at the dark wood before him. He knocked twice, maybe too hard to be polite but at that moment he did not care much for politeness.
The door opened and inside stood Yunho, glasses perched atop of his nose, his eyes widening in surprise behind the frames.
Jaejoong latched himself to the leader’s mouth, suckling the voluptuous lower lip into his mouth while he closed the door behind him with his foot.
Yunho moaned into the kiss as Jaejoong led him back to his bed. He was thankful he had set his laptop on the bedside table before opening the door because as soon as his legs hit the edge of the bed, Jaejoong pushed him back on it and he fell on the soft surface. Jaejoong followed soon after crawling on top of him.
His shirt was lifted off his torso and thrown into the corner of room; his glasses were gone when they tangled somewhere inside the heap of cloth. Lips were against his again, kissing him hard enough to leave lips bruised.
At that moment, Yunho’s phone rang. He turned to grab it but Jaejoong stopped him, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around his own waist.
“Don’t answer that,” he said, kissing a wet path down Yunho’s neck and shoulder. “Don’t answer it.”
Curious, Yunho stretched his neck to see the caller ID, but he could not see anything but a blurry, shining screen out of the corner of his eye.
Noticing the leader’s wandering eyes, Jaejoong tugged at Yunho’s pajama pants, only lowering them enough to free the leader’s hardening lenght. Jaejoong spit in his hand and stroked Yunho’s penis only to position it against his hole. He took a shuddering breath before lowering his own body, impaling himself on the hard meat.
Yunho moaned at the tight squeeze and the searing heat, completely forgetting about the still ringing cell phone on his night stand. Jaejoong had not prepared himself and his saliva barely lubricated the otherwise dry slide of skin as Yunho’s cock settled completely inside him.
“Ah, pet….fuck, Jaejoong,” Yunho mumbled incoherently when Jaejoong started moving.
Sweat matted the hair on Jaejoong’s forehead and the furrowed eyebrows let Yunho know Jaejoong was in pain. With difficulty he tried to stop Jaejoong in his motions by grabbing his hips and slowing him down.
“Joongie, you’re going to hurt yourself,” he said.
Upon hearing the familiar nickname, Jaejoong stopped his motions and buried his face in the crook of Yunho’s neck. The older man was trembling against his chest and it was only until he felt moisture hit the skin on his shoulder that he realized that Jaejoong was crying.
“Shut up, you all need to shut up,” Jaejoong said between sobs.
Yunho didn’t know what Jae was talking about so he just wrapped his arms around the sobbing man and rocked him back and forth as he cried; Yunho’s softening cock slipping from Jae’s body.
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Eventually Jaejoong fell asleep; tears drying on salty paths down the exhausted man’s face.
Yunho settled Jaejoong on the bed next to him. He gingerly took off the collar around Jaejoong’s neck and pulled the covers over his naked form. Picking up the clothes thrown across the floor he got dressed again and put on his glasses.
The phone had stopped ringing an hour ago but the curiosity has not ebbed away. He took the device and was surprised to see the call came from Jaejoong’s phone.
At that moment, the door to his room opened softly and Changmin stepped into his room. He eyed the phone on Yunho’s hand with a knowing stare, making Yunho feel even more confused.
“What’s going on?” he whispered not wanting to wake Jaejoong up.
Changmin looked at him, then at Jaejoong sleeping peacefully on Yunho’s bed. When Changmin looked back at him it seemed like he had aged twenty years and when he spoke his voice sounded heavy.
“I think this thing has gone way too far."
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