[fic] truth or dare;
truth or dare;
Jaejoong/Yoochun; rated pg-13
possible university universe, idek
author's note: for Simone (nani_kumi) because I thought a little surprise would be nice. At the tail end of writing this, Beautiful You came on. I think it gives the story a bit something something. So. :) I don't know. This could be a lot better and maybe when I'm back in the groove, I'll rework it. As always, comments are loved and appreciated. Thanks for reading.
"The rules of the game are different than usual," Jaejoong started, casually brushing the hair away from his face. "If you don't want to answer something, you can take off an article of clothing instead."
"Isn't that the same thing as a dare? Strip truth or dare, hyung? Who taught you this?" The questions came out of Yoochun's mouth too fast and he didn't realize that he was eyeballing Jaejoong as he took a swig of beer.
There was that laugh, no chuckle, the one that always caused Yoochun's pants to tighten because it meant that Jaejoong was up to no good. Cold shower tonight? Check. Yoochun groaned quietly.
(Maybe~ So! Who's in? Are you in?
Y-Yeah. Stop pointing at me like that. I'm in. Let's do it.)
Fact of the matter is this: there was something spectacular about Kim Jaejoong. They were friends, best friends, but that was it. (Yoochun's composition class always loved his songs about unrequited love, and he thanked all the deities every day that no one had put two and two together.) Just friends.
(Yoochun. Yoochun.
Huh? What?
I said you get to pick first.)
The first few rounds were normal (if by normal, you mean boring). People quickly answered questions, did the dares. Everything was tame until one of the women, a graduate student, (you know, one of those girls who somehow knows everything about everyone just by looking at them once) had finished going into graphic detail about her first hand job. Her eyes locked with Yoochun's, "Yoochun, truth or dare."
(Truth.
Do you have a crush on anyone here?)
Coughing, Yoochun leaned over to put the cigarette in the ashtray, "Sorry?" This was too easy. "Baby, the only one I'm crushing on would be you. Don't let me make a fool of myself."
Yeah, easy.
As time went on, more bottles littered the floor, and everything was funny. (Because, you see, everything is amusing when you're drunk, unless you're Yoochun and then you're just horny.) And it didn't take long for most of the people to dwindle out of the apartment.
(...think he's sleeping in the bathtub again.
Just leave him. I'll throw a blanket on him or something.
Thanks, bro. And, hey, great party! Catch ya later?
Yeah, sure. Later. Hyung- hyung, truth or dare?
Truth.
How drunk are you?)
"Drunk enough," Jaejoong replied, crawling onto the couch and on top of Yoochun's body. "Truth or dare, Yoochun."
This was a dangerous decision. What if he was asked a question he didn't want to answer? What if the dare-
"Truth or dare," Jaejoong repeated, a hand running down Yoochun's bare chest. Yoochun's response was mouthed at first and Jaejoong smirked. "What was that?"
"Dare." Yoochun knew he was going to make him repeat it again, so he beat Jaejoong to the punch. "Dare."
"Kiss me." And before Yoochun could give any sort of response (one that he didn't know what it would be), Jaejoong initiated it all and Yoochun could only kiss back. It was everything and nothing like Yoochun expected (not that he ever had nights full of dreams like this, of course). First kisses never last as long as they should and Jaejoong finally pulled back, breathless and with a grin so wide, Yoochun couldn't help but laugh (a bit breathless himself).
Licking his lips, Yoochun locked his eyes with Jaejoong's as he shifted his body on the couch. "Truth or dare?"
Jaejoong laughed. "Let's go with truth again."
(Soooo... Why the extra rule?
I was hoping for this to be the night.
For what?
This.)
Jaejoong/Yoochun; rated pg-13
possible university universe, idek
author's note: for Simone (nani_kumi) because I thought a little surprise would be nice. At the tail end of writing this, Beautiful You came on. I think it gives the story a bit something something. So. :) I don't know. This could be a lot better and maybe when I'm back in the groove, I'll rework it. As always, comments are loved and appreciated. Thanks for reading.
"The rules of the game are different than usual," Jaejoong started, casually brushing the hair away from his face. "If you don't want to answer something, you can take off an article of clothing instead."
"Isn't that the same thing as a dare? Strip truth or dare, hyung? Who taught you this?" The questions came out of Yoochun's mouth too fast and he didn't realize that he was eyeballing Jaejoong as he took a swig of beer.
There was that laugh, no chuckle, the one that always caused Yoochun's pants to tighten because it meant that Jaejoong was up to no good. Cold shower tonight? Check. Yoochun groaned quietly.
(Maybe~ So! Who's in? Are you in?
Y-Yeah. Stop pointing at me like that. I'm in. Let's do it.)
Fact of the matter is this: there was something spectacular about Kim Jaejoong. They were friends, best friends, but that was it. (Yoochun's composition class always loved his songs about unrequited love, and he thanked all the deities every day that no one had put two and two together.) Just friends.
(Yoochun. Yoochun.
Huh? What?
I said you get to pick first.)
The first few rounds were normal (if by normal, you mean boring). People quickly answered questions, did the dares. Everything was tame until one of the women, a graduate student, (you know, one of those girls who somehow knows everything about everyone just by looking at them once) had finished going into graphic detail about her first hand job. Her eyes locked with Yoochun's, "Yoochun, truth or dare."
(Truth.
Do you have a crush on anyone here?)
Coughing, Yoochun leaned over to put the cigarette in the ashtray, "Sorry?" This was too easy. "Baby, the only one I'm crushing on would be you. Don't let me make a fool of myself."
Yeah, easy.
As time went on, more bottles littered the floor, and everything was funny. (Because, you see, everything is amusing when you're drunk, unless you're Yoochun and then you're just horny.) And it didn't take long for most of the people to dwindle out of the apartment.
(...think he's sleeping in the bathtub again.
Just leave him. I'll throw a blanket on him or something.
Thanks, bro. And, hey, great party! Catch ya later?
Yeah, sure. Later. Hyung- hyung, truth or dare?
Truth.
How drunk are you?)
"Drunk enough," Jaejoong replied, crawling onto the couch and on top of Yoochun's body. "Truth or dare, Yoochun."
This was a dangerous decision. What if he was asked a question he didn't want to answer? What if the dare-
"Truth or dare," Jaejoong repeated, a hand running down Yoochun's bare chest. Yoochun's response was mouthed at first and Jaejoong smirked. "What was that?"
"Dare." Yoochun knew he was going to make him repeat it again, so he beat Jaejoong to the punch. "Dare."
"Kiss me." And before Yoochun could give any sort of response (one that he didn't know what it would be), Jaejoong initiated it all and Yoochun could only kiss back. It was everything and nothing like Yoochun expected (not that he ever had nights full of dreams like this, of course). First kisses never last as long as they should and Jaejoong finally pulled back, breathless and with a grin so wide, Yoochun couldn't help but laugh (a bit breathless himself).
Licking his lips, Yoochun locked his eyes with Jaejoong's as he shifted his body on the couch. "Truth or dare?"
Jaejoong laughed. "Let's go with truth again."
(Soooo... Why the extra rule?
I was hoping for this to be the night.
For what?
This.)