KISSING
Those lips.
Those goddamn lips.
For three whole minutes of watching JYJ’s new music video, all Yunho could think
about was Jaejoong’s lips.
The matching clothes should’ve caught his attention because - HELLO - this isn’t
the 90’s anymore! Or even the fact that Jaejoong was making out with a faceless
(but ugly in Yunho’s point of view) girl inside a car. Instead, all he saw was his
boyfriend’s lips and how luscious and perfectly-sculpted they were.
Yunho seethed with annoyance, and maybe a tint of embarrasment, when he thought
back at how crazy he must have seemed just to get to his boyfriend’s apartment.
Because, all thanks to his boyfriend’s fucking lips, he might have crashed
Changmin’s laptop screen with the force he had when closing it so now he has to
look for ways to hide the evidence and replace it before the maknae sees it. He
might have speeded a couple of times through Seoul and almost killed an old lady
or two. He might’ve also twisted his ankle since the elevator in Jaejoong’s
apartment complex was too slow for his liking so he opted to start a marathon
through the fire exit.
So now here he was, mentally cursing Jaejoong and his lips that were begging to be
bruised and his own incapability to control himself, waiting for the door to open
up.
"Yunho?" Jaejoong was in complete shock to find his boyfriend, panting and
slightly sweaty and maybe kind of angry, at his front door.
"What are.."
"Shut up." Yunho’s gruff command sent Jaejoong mum and terrified because Yunho
never used that tone with him unless he’s furious or horny (or even both).
Yunho pushed his way into the apartment and let the door swing shut with a click.
He slowly advanced on Jaejoong until the latter was driven up the wall.
Damn those lips even look better in person.
He smashed his lips against Jaejoong’s making the latter squeek in surprise. The
squeek turned into a throaty moan as Yunho just can’t seem to keep his hands off
the soft spots in Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong latched his arms around his neck and
responded wantonly to his ministrations.
He pulled away and examined his work of art. He smiled smugly at the look in
Jaejoong’s face. Jaejoong’s lips were swolen red and Yunho wondered if he could
make them even more red.
"God, I love your lips."