man over vibrator or vice versa? - yunjae, yoosu - 6/6 +paris nights
Title: Man over Vibrator or Vise Versa?
Chapter: 6/6 + Paris Nights special
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: angst, comedy, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: language
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters in this story.
Synopsis: I’ve finally found that alternative remedy to the dry streak I’ve been having. How long, I dare not tell, but what I can say is that it’s all thanks to Junsu for introducing ‘him/it’ to me. After months of the delusion and insistent denial, I begin to wonder if all this neglect and heartbreak is really worth my pursuit for love. Man versus Vibrator? Fuck love. Vibrator it is.
Comment(s): Finally, MOV has come to an end. My thanks are on the bottom but I’m sure you guys are like okay okay shut up shut up and let me read >8O so I’ll let you get to that. But be sure to read my A/N at the end! & I’m so sorry for not replying to all your comments in the last chapter. Know that I’ll get to it a.s.a.p!!
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My dream last night had to be one of the most reliving feelings I’ve had in awhile.
I thought I had really walked away and lost Yunho for good, but he was persistent enough to show up at my apartment again, determined to take me back. I remember the feel of his warmth pressed against me, and surrounding me, leaving no doubt in my mind that he loved me just as much. The kisses he pressed against my mouth and my lips were passionate, and if I imagined hard enough, I’d say it was as if none of that shit that happened those months ago ever happened.
I remember the feel of his large hands running up my back, cupping across my shoulder blades, rubbing the landscape of my back in soothing circles. He slipped out of his shoes and I took his hand, pulling him towards my bedroom. And just like always before, he’d latch onto me from behind, either resting his chin on my shoulder blades or pressing his face into my neck. We still don’t say anything when we reached my bed, and I’m thankful for that as he pulls me towards him and kisses me again, no tongue, just lips.
The pads of my fingertips trail his suit jacket, running down his arms and back around his neck, and I end up pushing the jacket off his shoulders. He doesn’t seem to complain when he shrugs out of it, refusing to disconnect his lips with mine. We continue to run our hands soothingly over each other and he doesn’t stop kissing me as he cradled my body and set the both of us into bed. My heart was beating, pounding erratically, wanting to hit him and hate him for giving me what I want now out of all times.
Of course it wasn’t really too late. I would wait for him forever if I had to. His affection was like a drug, euphoria, for me. I’d do anything to receive a hug, a kiss, caress, anysort of touch and any form of love and affection from him I can get, I’ll take it any day or I’d go crazy.
My fingers move from across his broad shoulders and up into his hair, my digits making a habit of running through the strands of his hair as I massage his scalp in soft caresses. He moans lowly in appreciation and I realize that it had been so long since I’ve heard it. It had been so long since we’ve been intimately connected, I had almost forgotten what he had sounded like when he was like this. Before the waterworks can begin once more, he seems to notice in prior, and he dives down again, sealing my lips with an unspoken promise. My thighs tighten around his body as my arms replicated the motion; holding him closer to me. I gaze up searchingly into his eyes as if I was giving him a silent message I hoped he would understand
Stay with me.
I don’t know if my heart can handle you letting me go again.
He scatters two small kisses into my lips and nuzzles his face into the side of mine; pressing a lingering kiss underneath my jaw line and held me just as tightly and by that I trusted that he was a man of his word. My eyes were suddenly heavy, my body felt warm and content, and before I knew it, I drifted to sleep. The only difference between this and the other lonely nights of mine is that I was able to fall asleep in sweet content.
And this time, I didn’t have the need to imagine his presence next to me.
My eyelids twitch twice for a couple of moments as the morning light shone cruelly into my eyes, and I inwardly scold myself for not closing the curtains before I went to bed. Stretching my body slowly and lazily against the warm sheets, I realize that I didn’t wake up to the usual cold chilly morning. No…something was different today.
I move to turn around and that was when I felt it.
…warm arm below my head and another tightening itself around my body.
I subconsciously smile in relief, realizing that what happened last night wasn’t a dream at all. My sensitive ears catch the low groan and a shift of the body, and a solid body pressing into my back when Yunho cuddled impossibly closer into me. Careful not to wake him up, I slowly turned my body over till I was resting my weight on my side. I didn’t want to miss waking up beside him because I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up beside him. Whenever I stayed over his place, most of the time he was already gone for work, leaving me a message in my cell telling me he had left and reminding me to lock my door on my way out.
Minutes ticked by, and my eyes continue to stray on his handsome features, gazing non stop at his sleeping face. My fingers itched to touch him, run a thumb over the tired bags under his eyes. He seemed so tired. I knew he had been crying last night because the look in his eyes pretty much mirrored mine…except mine was probably ten times worse which was why I never liked it when he watched me sleep. I was a real mess when distressed.
He says it’s his favorite pastime but…I beg to differ about that.
My urges couldn’t be held back any longer and I slowly reached up and touched his face, tracing the palm of my hand across his cheeks, past his sideburns and into his hair. Yunho was a pretty heavy sleeper, so I was initially surprised when he twitched and stirred. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me with an adorable just-woken-up haze, and I thought I’d be scared and feeling awkward, but I surprised myself when I smiled at him and whispered a soft good morning.
I was relieved when the corner of his lips twitched into a smile and he leaned forward to mumble it back, kissing me on my lips, cheek and neck. He murmured something about washing up because he could still taste the appetizers from last night’s party in his tongue. I told him I didn’t care how his breath smelled like but I reluctantly let him go anyway as he got off my bed and headed straight for my bathroom. I suddenly take notice that he was still in his clothes from last night and I regretted not giving him some of my bigger clothes to wear to bed. Then again, I think I still have some of his clothes for the times he came over.
Yunho returned within a quick span of five minutes and I instantly scooted over, flipping the covers up, eager for him to come back to bed. He picked up his cell phone, which had been brining for a minute already, on my nightstand. He surprisingly turned it off and crawled back into the warmth of my covers. I continued to stare at him with a lost expression on my face, and I didn’t stop staring even when he settled in the bed. Yunho looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Wanna tell me why you’re looking at me like that?”
“What do you mean why?” I ask, sitting up. “You just turned off your phone.”
“That I did.”
“Why?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He answered my question with another question. I hated it when he did that. I give him a serious stare and he sighed, and relented. “I’m done doing the whole undercover shit and the case is over. I don’t see any other reason as to why I should continue busting my ass and neglecting my boyfriend do you?”
My lower lip dropped down in surprise and I could feel my eyes widen in shock to his words. I felt touched. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I should respond to him. Yunho must’ve taken my reaction the wrong way because a couple of seconds later he looked away and stuttered,
“I…
I can still call you mine…right?”
I was still rendered speechless. Since when would I ever think otherwise? I thought I made it clear, with the way I’ve been acting and expressing my emotions, that my heart would always be forever his. I took in some time to think about how I would tell him that, but I don’t know why I couldn’t get the words out. I ended up looking down, eyes roaming anywhere but his face. His stares always made me so nervous. Again, Yunho mistook my actions the wrong way, and he released a soft pained sigh and a scoff that probably meant Of course I can’t.
He shifted in the bed, and my natural reaction assumed he was going to leave. I quickly sprung into action, swinging a leg over his hips and held him still with what I could with my weight. Yunho looked up at me in surprise, and I wanted him to know how determined I was, by showing him that I had no intentions of letting him go.
“What part of this stupid brain told you otherwise?” I ask in a small voice, cradling his face with the palm of my hands as I moved one hand to smooth out a side of his hair.
“I just…feel terrible for the way I’ve been treating you lately. That case shouldn’t have interfered with us and I should’ve told you about the ex-wife and the plan beforehand. I’m just…” Yunho looks down at my chest, and I’m assuming that he doesn’t want to look me in the eyes. “I’ve been a horrible boyfriend. I know this is no excuse but I feel that I have to let you know that this whole serious relationship thing is entirely new to me. If you were any other man or woman, I probably wouldn’t bother chasing after you, begging you to give me a second chance, or even bother trying to explain.” He took in a deep breath, his grip tightening around my hips and lower back; he looked back up at me. My gaze followed his until he was looking straight up at me.
“I think I was afraid. I was afraid of…I was afraid of a feeling so damn foreign to me. I love you so much it scares the shit out of me. I’m haunted by the what if’s and a shitload of scenarios started popping up and I’m terrified to the point where I’m avoiding you, hurting you without meaning to and I was just so fucking scared of losing you. I never realized the consequences of my actions until it was too late. I think -” He paused for a few seconds of labored breaths. “I think…the moment you said Goodbye was when I couldn’t take it. I started imagining a life without you and I realized that I didn’t want any of it. I wouldn’t have it that way,” He said, voice shaking as I found myself enveloped in his arms and his face crushed into my chest. Out of natural reflex, I cradled his head to me and ran my fingers through his hair, shushing him as I kissed the top of his head. “I’m sorry Jaejoong, I’m so sorry...”
“You big stupid pabo,” I whispered into his chocolate brown locks. “It was a mistake for me to tell you goodbye. I couldn’t imagine a life without you either. But what’s done is done. You can’t change the past. We can only move forward, alright?”
It broke my heart to hear and see him breaking down like this.
So he really hadn’t ever been in love?
Thirty three years of his life, he couldn’t find someone to love?
I continue to rock him in my arms, holding him and rubbing circles on his back like he would do me. Minutes flew by, and as I would’ve loved to stay that way with him, it was a rather chilly morning and I once again involuntary shuddered. Yunho had already calmed down, and for a second I really thought he had fallen asleep sitting up. He looked up and sighed, “I need to talk with your landlord about fixing the heaters.”
Crap, there he goes again, unbuttoning his dress shirt when I’ve got my closet full of clothes like three feet away from my bed. I guess it was an old habit that he’d never get rid of. Not that I minded. It was kind of sweet, actually. It was kind of like how it was back then and as much as I’d love to wear his things, I wasn’t going to take advantage of him when we were in my home.
“Yah! Yunnie, have you forgotten where we’re at? My closet’s right over there,” I said, pushing his shirt away from his hands. “It’s right over there. Stay here and I’ll change.” I quickly remove my tank tops, feeling the heat rush to me cheeks as I feel his hard stare, hopefully that being the only hard part of his body because I don’t think I could take it if he pounced me right now. I regretfully tossed them across my bed and move to get up, but he holds me down, shaking his head.
“I have it off anyway. Besides, I like seeing you with my clothes,” He grinned and draped his shirt over my shoulders. I roll my eyes and smiled at him, appreciating the concern he had for me. I can’t believe him sometimes. I watched the muscles on his arm shift as he slipped my arms into his sleeves and fastened three buttons before letting me go.
“Wouldn’t you be cold?” I asked worriedly, soothing out both sides of his arms up and down with the palms of my hands. What am I saying? His body is so warm. I DON’T GET IT. He was always warm or hot. I think I have myself a human oven. “You’re only wearing your undershirt too. I think I still have some of your shirts in my closet. Let me go check for you.”
“Nah, don’t bother. I’m okay.” He waved a hand, and I pouted, wanting to slap him for being so
courteous.
“You’re so annoying,” I sigh and looked away, crossing my arms and glared at the wall.
“Out of the decency of my heart, I let you wear my shirt, and you treat me like this. I’m so hurt.” Yunho tried to sound pitiful as he pulled me close to him, moving his head so that we were face to face. He eventually grew tired and cupped my cheeks, turning my head to meet his.
“You’re such a goof you know? Your guilt trips don’t really hit the spot like it does Minnie’s.”
Yunho frowned.
I chuckled in amusement and ran a thumb over his cheeks and my heart jumped at his leaning into my touch. I felt unusual strong emotions flowing through my body and cheeks in torrents. My feelings were aching, but it was a good ache, spiraling out of control in the pit of my stomach and my body slightly jerked as I felt it shoot up my chest. Yunho’s face, concerned and caring, pretty much did it for me when he felt my body shake.
“Jae, you’re not still cold are yo-”
He didn’t have his chance to finish because I let out a long held breath, leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth, swallowing whatever he was going to say. I knew I swallowed a surprised little moan somewhere. Yunho was surprised, staying still for a few seconds, letting me kiss him, before gradually reciprocating my kisses and eventually taking control of the kiss. Our soft and languid kisses grew needy, hard and passionate.
I want him.
I don’t give a damn.
I don’t care if we were going too fast, jumping into sex so quickly. I don’t give a damn. I’ve gone on long and so fucking deprived of his affection. I wanted to feel his love for me, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I missed the physical intimacy - I wanted to really feel it. I wanted to know this was real. I wanted to know this wasn’t a dream.
I really don’t think I could stand another day…
Both my hands run straight down towards the hem of his undershirt, gliding upwards as the palms of my hands slide across his warm skin, quickly removing the piece of clothing. I take a moment to admire his chest and stomach, his dark chocolate nubs drawing out a needy whimper from me, making my tongue moisten. I lick my bottom lip in anticipation as I toss his shirt carelessly over my shoulders.
Yunho doesn’t give me a second to taste him, his fingers already trailing up the shirt I was wearing and unbuttoning the buttons and opening my shirt. I gasp; startled as he pressed his mouth against my neck and I was cradled from behind, my back meeting the softness that is my mattress. He’s kissing me again, his touches feeling all too hot compared to the atmosphere in my apartment. The chilly air hitting my chest, nipples and stomach is quickly replaced by Yunho’s body, and I can’t help but tilt my head back and sigh in content.
During our love making, unfortunately, the shrill tone of my phone rang out beside my head on the nightstand, and of course Yunho and I refused to answer. Yunho kept on thrusting, his head tilted back and his eyebrows linking together in concentration. Oh yes, this is one of those times when he’s trying hard not to come before me. He once told me it was because he didn’t want to miss seeing me come. He had even gone as far as tugging at his own balls in desperation of yielding to his orgasm.
We were both breathing hard, trying to calm down from our high, but we never stopped kissing. I held his face, trading soft leisure kisses. We were too entranced with each other; it took longer for me to notice the faint yelling and lecturing through the phone lying on my nightstand. A part of my post sexed hazy mind knew that authoritative voice belonging to no one other than Junsu.
“Oh shit!” I hiss, reaching out, having difficulty since Yunho was still inside me. I reached further and grabbed at the phone and before I could even speak into it, Junsu had hung up.
“Ugh…shit…”
“Junsu?” Yunho asked, giving me a sympathetic look. Oye…
“Yeah…ughh. You’ll back me up right when we see them right?” I plead with him, combing the side of his hair with my fingers.
“Yeah yeah,” He mutters and I slap his arm, as a warning. He better come with me today. Part Junsu hearing our moans is totally his fault. Yunho kisses me once before pulling out of me and rolling onto his side.
“I’m hungry,” He suddenly sighs, now lying on his back and I laughed, leaving the phone on the bed.
“Then get up and help me get breakfast ready, silly.”
“Nnh.”
I watched his worn out figure sprawled all over my bed. He seemed exhausted and I smiled giddily, kissing his nose and lips. I reached down to remove the condom from his limp cock and reached over him to toss it into the trash. Shifting back to my side, I grabbed a box of tissue and cleaned the cum from my stomach and I started wiping his stomach down.
“Okay, you stay here then.” I tossed the napkin into the trash bin. My fingers worked on fastening the buttons together on the shirt and when I looked over, Yunho was watching me lazily with his head titled off to the side. “I’m sorry. Did I wear you out?”I pouted teasingly, and chuckled when the look on his face changed from mellow to offended.
“I should be asking you that!” Yunho sat up, reaching out to snatch at me, and I quickly bounced and rolled off the bed.
“Kiidding~! What do you wanna eat baby?”
“I unno. Whatchu got?”
“Don’t even think about trying to get picky with me. Whatever, you eat what I got.”
“I already ate what joo got,” Yunho pouted, rolling off the bed and walking past me out of my room, stark naked.
“YOU ARE NOT GOING IN THE KITCHEN NAKED! YAH! YUNHO!”
“As glad as I am that you two worked out your differences,” Junsu said, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. “BUT FOR GOD’S SAKE, DON’T answer the phone while you’re having sex. Scar some other kid with bad influential sex crazed parents. You can imagine the look on our faces when we decided to call you together, just to check up on you, to hear you and Yunho screaming like that over the loudspeaker - ”
“O-OKAY! I get it! I’m sorry!” I cried, pouting and cringing at Junsu who continued to rant on about scarring poor Minnie’s ears.
“Thank God he thought Yunho was just abusing you. Better he be scared of those kinds of cries than you being all masochistic!”
I wanted to call Junsu a hypocrite, but I thought better of it, nodding and keeping my mouth shut. We stood in the living room by the door, with Yunho next to me and Junsu in front. I had just wanted to drop by after breakfast to apologize, but then Junsu insisted that we all go out for lunch, since it had been awhile since we all went out as a group.
“Umma, umma! I hear Joongie hyung and - ”
Changmin stopped right in the middle of the spiral staircase. He was happy to see me but…the moment he saw Yunho, he started screaming like a little Tarzan on vines, flailing down the stairs. He charged straight towards Yunho and with a great swing he slammed his big stuffed teddy bear against Yunho’s jewels causing the man to let out a yelp.
“UGH FFFFFFFFFFFu-dgesicles!”
“Man, you’re lucky that’s an English word that exists,” Yoochun’s amused voice filters in as the business man makes his way down the steps. “Nice aim, Minnie,” He grinned at his son who was glaring up defiantly at Yunho.
“Uncle Yun hurt Joongie hyung!”
“N-No he didn’t, Minnie!” I cut in pulling Yunho off to the side to safety as he cupped at his precious nuts.
“YES HE DID, MINNIE. But don't worry, hun. Umma's gonna punish Uncle Yun for you,” Junsu said, giving me the look. Ugh, that’s right. Better Minnie think it was bad than good eh.
"PUNISH HIM GOOD!" Changmin yelled, pushing his teddy bear at Junsu's side. "YOU CAN USE TEDDY, UMMA!"
While Yoochun was holding Minnie back and into his arms and bringing his son back upstairs to change for lunch, Yunho was sprawled on the couch, and Junsu pulled me off to the side and told me to spill the juicy details for when we were alone.
“So you won’t be needing that vibrator anymore eh?” He asked curiously, and I shushed him, smacking his arm.
“Any louder will you?” I mutter lowly, full sarcasm dripping from my tone of voice. Junsu sneered, looking back at Yunho who was pouting to himself moodily.
“He doesn’t like the idea of toys, does he? Gets jealous right?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Oh I see how it is. SO YOU WON’T BE NEEDING THAT $100 VIBRATOR I BOUGHT YOU EH?” He asked with a loud voice, most definitely catching Yunho’s attention.
“What vibrator? Jaejoong doesn’t have any of that shit.”
“Oh yes he does.”
“…”
Oh holy mother of fuck.
A/N: Aaaaah it’s over ~I know a lot of you wanted Yunho to find out about the vibrator and do something about it, and he will…in the Paris Nights special when they’ll actually be going to Paris together. So I hope that’s something to look forward to ^^
Regarding the CCMS: The Movie I know I said I’d get to it after I was finished with MOV, but since I just had to show lilxinyue (I will not spot you cause manly Yue is manly) my other fic, Zero [a never ending cycle]. So you’ll probably be seeing more updates but that but I mean you never know! I may go back and forth so we’ll see. But I do recommend that you guys check it out :D? It’s one of the very few fics that I’m proud of. I put my heart and time into that fic T T so I’d be happy if you even dropped by to see @@.
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Chapter: 6/6 + Paris Nights special
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: angst, comedy, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: language
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters in this story.
Synopsis: I’ve finally found that alternative remedy to the dry streak I’ve been having. How long, I dare not tell, but what I can say is that it’s all thanks to Junsu for introducing ‘him/it’ to me. After months of the delusion and insistent denial, I begin to wonder if all this neglect and heartbreak is really worth my pursuit for love. Man versus Vibrator? Fuck love. Vibrator it is.
Comment(s): Finally, MOV has come to an end. My thanks are on the bottom but I’m sure you guys are like okay okay shut up shut up and let me read >8O so I’ll let you get to that. But be sure to read my A/N at the end! & I’m so sorry for not replying to all your comments in the last chapter. Know that I’ll get to it a.s.a.p!!
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My dream last night had to be one of the most reliving feelings I’ve had in awhile.
I thought I had really walked away and lost Yunho for good, but he was persistent enough to show up at my apartment again, determined to take me back. I remember the feel of his warmth pressed against me, and surrounding me, leaving no doubt in my mind that he loved me just as much. The kisses he pressed against my mouth and my lips were passionate, and if I imagined hard enough, I’d say it was as if none of that shit that happened those months ago ever happened.
I remember the feel of his large hands running up my back, cupping across my shoulder blades, rubbing the landscape of my back in soothing circles. He slipped out of his shoes and I took his hand, pulling him towards my bedroom. And just like always before, he’d latch onto me from behind, either resting his chin on my shoulder blades or pressing his face into my neck. We still don’t say anything when we reached my bed, and I’m thankful for that as he pulls me towards him and kisses me again, no tongue, just lips.
The pads of my fingertips trail his suit jacket, running down his arms and back around his neck, and I end up pushing the jacket off his shoulders. He doesn’t seem to complain when he shrugs out of it, refusing to disconnect his lips with mine. We continue to run our hands soothingly over each other and he doesn’t stop kissing me as he cradled my body and set the both of us into bed. My heart was beating, pounding erratically, wanting to hit him and hate him for giving me what I want now out of all times.
Of course it wasn’t really too late. I would wait for him forever if I had to. His affection was like a drug, euphoria, for me. I’d do anything to receive a hug, a kiss, caress, anysort of touch and any form of love and affection from him I can get, I’ll take it any day or I’d go crazy.
My fingers move from across his broad shoulders and up into his hair, my digits making a habit of running through the strands of his hair as I massage his scalp in soft caresses. He moans lowly in appreciation and I realize that it had been so long since I’ve heard it. It had been so long since we’ve been intimately connected, I had almost forgotten what he had sounded like when he was like this. Before the waterworks can begin once more, he seems to notice in prior, and he dives down again, sealing my lips with an unspoken promise. My thighs tighten around his body as my arms replicated the motion; holding him closer to me. I gaze up searchingly into his eyes as if I was giving him a silent message I hoped he would understand
Stay with me.
I don’t know if my heart can handle you letting me go again.
He scatters two small kisses into my lips and nuzzles his face into the side of mine; pressing a lingering kiss underneath my jaw line and held me just as tightly and by that I trusted that he was a man of his word. My eyes were suddenly heavy, my body felt warm and content, and before I knew it, I drifted to sleep. The only difference between this and the other lonely nights of mine is that I was able to fall asleep in sweet content.
And this time, I didn’t have the need to imagine his presence next to me.
My eyelids twitch twice for a couple of moments as the morning light shone cruelly into my eyes, and I inwardly scold myself for not closing the curtains before I went to bed. Stretching my body slowly and lazily against the warm sheets, I realize that I didn’t wake up to the usual cold chilly morning. No…something was different today.
I move to turn around and that was when I felt it.
…warm arm below my head and another tightening itself around my body.
I subconsciously smile in relief, realizing that what happened last night wasn’t a dream at all. My sensitive ears catch the low groan and a shift of the body, and a solid body pressing into my back when Yunho cuddled impossibly closer into me. Careful not to wake him up, I slowly turned my body over till I was resting my weight on my side. I didn’t want to miss waking up beside him because I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up beside him. Whenever I stayed over his place, most of the time he was already gone for work, leaving me a message in my cell telling me he had left and reminding me to lock my door on my way out.
Minutes ticked by, and my eyes continue to stray on his handsome features, gazing non stop at his sleeping face. My fingers itched to touch him, run a thumb over the tired bags under his eyes. He seemed so tired. I knew he had been crying last night because the look in his eyes pretty much mirrored mine…except mine was probably ten times worse which was why I never liked it when he watched me sleep. I was a real mess when distressed.
He says it’s his favorite pastime but…I beg to differ about that.
My urges couldn’t be held back any longer and I slowly reached up and touched his face, tracing the palm of my hand across his cheeks, past his sideburns and into his hair. Yunho was a pretty heavy sleeper, so I was initially surprised when he twitched and stirred. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me with an adorable just-woken-up haze, and I thought I’d be scared and feeling awkward, but I surprised myself when I smiled at him and whispered a soft good morning.
I was relieved when the corner of his lips twitched into a smile and he leaned forward to mumble it back, kissing me on my lips, cheek and neck. He murmured something about washing up because he could still taste the appetizers from last night’s party in his tongue. I told him I didn’t care how his breath smelled like but I reluctantly let him go anyway as he got off my bed and headed straight for my bathroom. I suddenly take notice that he was still in his clothes from last night and I regretted not giving him some of my bigger clothes to wear to bed. Then again, I think I still have some of his clothes for the times he came over.
Yunho returned within a quick span of five minutes and I instantly scooted over, flipping the covers up, eager for him to come back to bed. He picked up his cell phone, which had been brining for a minute already, on my nightstand. He surprisingly turned it off and crawled back into the warmth of my covers. I continued to stare at him with a lost expression on my face, and I didn’t stop staring even when he settled in the bed. Yunho looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Wanna tell me why you’re looking at me like that?”
“What do you mean why?” I ask, sitting up. “You just turned off your phone.”
“That I did.”
“Why?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He answered my question with another question. I hated it when he did that. I give him a serious stare and he sighed, and relented. “I’m done doing the whole undercover shit and the case is over. I don’t see any other reason as to why I should continue busting my ass and neglecting my boyfriend do you?”
My lower lip dropped down in surprise and I could feel my eyes widen in shock to his words. I felt touched. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I should respond to him. Yunho must’ve taken my reaction the wrong way because a couple of seconds later he looked away and stuttered,
“I…
I can still call you mine…right?”
I was still rendered speechless. Since when would I ever think otherwise? I thought I made it clear, with the way I’ve been acting and expressing my emotions, that my heart would always be forever his. I took in some time to think about how I would tell him that, but I don’t know why I couldn’t get the words out. I ended up looking down, eyes roaming anywhere but his face. His stares always made me so nervous. Again, Yunho mistook my actions the wrong way, and he released a soft pained sigh and a scoff that probably meant Of course I can’t.
He shifted in the bed, and my natural reaction assumed he was going to leave. I quickly sprung into action, swinging a leg over his hips and held him still with what I could with my weight. Yunho looked up at me in surprise, and I wanted him to know how determined I was, by showing him that I had no intentions of letting him go.
“What part of this stupid brain told you otherwise?” I ask in a small voice, cradling his face with the palm of my hands as I moved one hand to smooth out a side of his hair.
“I just…feel terrible for the way I’ve been treating you lately. That case shouldn’t have interfered with us and I should’ve told you about the ex-wife and the plan beforehand. I’m just…” Yunho looks down at my chest, and I’m assuming that he doesn’t want to look me in the eyes. “I’ve been a horrible boyfriend. I know this is no excuse but I feel that I have to let you know that this whole serious relationship thing is entirely new to me. If you were any other man or woman, I probably wouldn’t bother chasing after you, begging you to give me a second chance, or even bother trying to explain.” He took in a deep breath, his grip tightening around my hips and lower back; he looked back up at me. My gaze followed his until he was looking straight up at me.
“I think I was afraid. I was afraid of…I was afraid of a feeling so damn foreign to me. I love you so much it scares the shit out of me. I’m haunted by the what if’s and a shitload of scenarios started popping up and I’m terrified to the point where I’m avoiding you, hurting you without meaning to and I was just so fucking scared of losing you. I never realized the consequences of my actions until it was too late. I think -” He paused for a few seconds of labored breaths. “I think…the moment you said Goodbye was when I couldn’t take it. I started imagining a life without you and I realized that I didn’t want any of it. I wouldn’t have it that way,” He said, voice shaking as I found myself enveloped in his arms and his face crushed into my chest. Out of natural reflex, I cradled his head to me and ran my fingers through his hair, shushing him as I kissed the top of his head. “I’m sorry Jaejoong, I’m so sorry...”
“You big stupid pabo,” I whispered into his chocolate brown locks. “It was a mistake for me to tell you goodbye. I couldn’t imagine a life without you either. But what’s done is done. You can’t change the past. We can only move forward, alright?”
It broke my heart to hear and see him breaking down like this.
So he really hadn’t ever been in love?
Thirty three years of his life, he couldn’t find someone to love?
I continue to rock him in my arms, holding him and rubbing circles on his back like he would do me. Minutes flew by, and as I would’ve loved to stay that way with him, it was a rather chilly morning and I once again involuntary shuddered. Yunho had already calmed down, and for a second I really thought he had fallen asleep sitting up. He looked up and sighed, “I need to talk with your landlord about fixing the heaters.”
Crap, there he goes again, unbuttoning his dress shirt when I’ve got my closet full of clothes like three feet away from my bed. I guess it was an old habit that he’d never get rid of. Not that I minded. It was kind of sweet, actually. It was kind of like how it was back then and as much as I’d love to wear his things, I wasn’t going to take advantage of him when we were in my home.
“Yah! Yunnie, have you forgotten where we’re at? My closet’s right over there,” I said, pushing his shirt away from his hands. “It’s right over there. Stay here and I’ll change.” I quickly remove my tank tops, feeling the heat rush to me cheeks as I feel his hard stare, hopefully that being the only hard part of his body because I don’t think I could take it if he pounced me right now. I regretfully tossed them across my bed and move to get up, but he holds me down, shaking his head.
“I have it off anyway. Besides, I like seeing you with my clothes,” He grinned and draped his shirt over my shoulders. I roll my eyes and smiled at him, appreciating the concern he had for me. I can’t believe him sometimes. I watched the muscles on his arm shift as he slipped my arms into his sleeves and fastened three buttons before letting me go.
“Wouldn’t you be cold?” I asked worriedly, soothing out both sides of his arms up and down with the palms of my hands. What am I saying? His body is so warm. I DON’T GET IT. He was always warm or hot. I think I have myself a human oven. “You’re only wearing your undershirt too. I think I still have some of your shirts in my closet. Let me go check for you.”
“Nah, don’t bother. I’m okay.” He waved a hand, and I pouted, wanting to slap him for being so
courteous.
“You’re so annoying,” I sigh and looked away, crossing my arms and glared at the wall.
“Out of the decency of my heart, I let you wear my shirt, and you treat me like this. I’m so hurt.” Yunho tried to sound pitiful as he pulled me close to him, moving his head so that we were face to face. He eventually grew tired and cupped my cheeks, turning my head to meet his.
“You’re such a goof you know? Your guilt trips don’t really hit the spot like it does Minnie’s.”
Yunho frowned.
I chuckled in amusement and ran a thumb over his cheeks and my heart jumped at his leaning into my touch. I felt unusual strong emotions flowing through my body and cheeks in torrents. My feelings were aching, but it was a good ache, spiraling out of control in the pit of my stomach and my body slightly jerked as I felt it shoot up my chest. Yunho’s face, concerned and caring, pretty much did it for me when he felt my body shake.
“Jae, you’re not still cold are yo-”
He didn’t have his chance to finish because I let out a long held breath, leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth, swallowing whatever he was going to say. I knew I swallowed a surprised little moan somewhere. Yunho was surprised, staying still for a few seconds, letting me kiss him, before gradually reciprocating my kisses and eventually taking control of the kiss. Our soft and languid kisses grew needy, hard and passionate.
I want him.
I don’t give a damn.
I don’t care if we were going too fast, jumping into sex so quickly. I don’t give a damn. I’ve gone on long and so fucking deprived of his affection. I wanted to feel his love for me, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I missed the physical intimacy - I wanted to really feel it. I wanted to know this was real. I wanted to know this wasn’t a dream.
I really don’t think I could stand another day…
Both my hands run straight down towards the hem of his undershirt, gliding upwards as the palms of my hands slide across his warm skin, quickly removing the piece of clothing. I take a moment to admire his chest and stomach, his dark chocolate nubs drawing out a needy whimper from me, making my tongue moisten. I lick my bottom lip in anticipation as I toss his shirt carelessly over my shoulders.
Yunho doesn’t give me a second to taste him, his fingers already trailing up the shirt I was wearing and unbuttoning the buttons and opening my shirt. I gasp; startled as he pressed his mouth against my neck and I was cradled from behind, my back meeting the softness that is my mattress. He’s kissing me again, his touches feeling all too hot compared to the atmosphere in my apartment. The chilly air hitting my chest, nipples and stomach is quickly replaced by Yunho’s body, and I can’t help but tilt my head back and sigh in content.
During our love making, unfortunately, the shrill tone of my phone rang out beside my head on the nightstand, and of course Yunho and I refused to answer. Yunho kept on thrusting, his head tilted back and his eyebrows linking together in concentration. Oh yes, this is one of those times when he’s trying hard not to come before me. He once told me it was because he didn’t want to miss seeing me come. He had even gone as far as tugging at his own balls in desperation of yielding to his orgasm.
We were both breathing hard, trying to calm down from our high, but we never stopped kissing. I held his face, trading soft leisure kisses. We were too entranced with each other; it took longer for me to notice the faint yelling and lecturing through the phone lying on my nightstand. A part of my post sexed hazy mind knew that authoritative voice belonging to no one other than Junsu.
“Oh shit!” I hiss, reaching out, having difficulty since Yunho was still inside me. I reached further and grabbed at the phone and before I could even speak into it, Junsu had hung up.
“Ugh…shit…”
“Junsu?” Yunho asked, giving me a sympathetic look. Oye…
“Yeah…ughh. You’ll back me up right when we see them right?” I plead with him, combing the side of his hair with my fingers.
“Yeah yeah,” He mutters and I slap his arm, as a warning. He better come with me today. Part Junsu hearing our moans is totally his fault. Yunho kisses me once before pulling out of me and rolling onto his side.
“I’m hungry,” He suddenly sighs, now lying on his back and I laughed, leaving the phone on the bed.
“Then get up and help me get breakfast ready, silly.”
“Nnh.”
I watched his worn out figure sprawled all over my bed. He seemed exhausted and I smiled giddily, kissing his nose and lips. I reached down to remove the condom from his limp cock and reached over him to toss it into the trash. Shifting back to my side, I grabbed a box of tissue and cleaned the cum from my stomach and I started wiping his stomach down.
“Okay, you stay here then.” I tossed the napkin into the trash bin. My fingers worked on fastening the buttons together on the shirt and when I looked over, Yunho was watching me lazily with his head titled off to the side. “I’m sorry. Did I wear you out?”I pouted teasingly, and chuckled when the look on his face changed from mellow to offended.
“I should be asking you that!” Yunho sat up, reaching out to snatch at me, and I quickly bounced and rolled off the bed.
“Kiidding~! What do you wanna eat baby?”
“I unno. Whatchu got?”
“Don’t even think about trying to get picky with me. Whatever, you eat what I got.”
“I already ate what joo got,” Yunho pouted, rolling off the bed and walking past me out of my room, stark naked.
“YOU ARE NOT GOING IN THE KITCHEN NAKED! YAH! YUNHO!”
“As glad as I am that you two worked out your differences,” Junsu said, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. “BUT FOR GOD’S SAKE, DON’T answer the phone while you’re having sex. Scar some other kid with bad influential sex crazed parents. You can imagine the look on our faces when we decided to call you together, just to check up on you, to hear you and Yunho screaming like that over the loudspeaker - ”
“O-OKAY! I get it! I’m sorry!” I cried, pouting and cringing at Junsu who continued to rant on about scarring poor Minnie’s ears.
“Thank God he thought Yunho was just abusing you. Better he be scared of those kinds of cries than you being all masochistic!”
I wanted to call Junsu a hypocrite, but I thought better of it, nodding and keeping my mouth shut. We stood in the living room by the door, with Yunho next to me and Junsu in front. I had just wanted to drop by after breakfast to apologize, but then Junsu insisted that we all go out for lunch, since it had been awhile since we all went out as a group.
“Umma, umma! I hear Joongie hyung and - ”
Changmin stopped right in the middle of the spiral staircase. He was happy to see me but…the moment he saw Yunho, he started screaming like a little Tarzan on vines, flailing down the stairs. He charged straight towards Yunho and with a great swing he slammed his big stuffed teddy bear against Yunho’s jewels causing the man to let out a yelp.
“UGH FFFFFFFFFFFu-dgesicles!”
“Man, you’re lucky that’s an English word that exists,” Yoochun’s amused voice filters in as the business man makes his way down the steps. “Nice aim, Minnie,” He grinned at his son who was glaring up defiantly at Yunho.
“Uncle Yun hurt Joongie hyung!”
“N-No he didn’t, Minnie!” I cut in pulling Yunho off to the side to safety as he cupped at his precious nuts.
“YES HE DID, MINNIE. But don't worry, hun. Umma's gonna punish Uncle Yun for you,” Junsu said, giving me the look. Ugh, that’s right. Better Minnie think it was bad than good eh.
"PUNISH HIM GOOD!" Changmin yelled, pushing his teddy bear at Junsu's side. "YOU CAN USE TEDDY, UMMA!"
While Yoochun was holding Minnie back and into his arms and bringing his son back upstairs to change for lunch, Yunho was sprawled on the couch, and Junsu pulled me off to the side and told me to spill the juicy details for when we were alone.
“So you won’t be needing that vibrator anymore eh?” He asked curiously, and I shushed him, smacking his arm.
“Any louder will you?” I mutter lowly, full sarcasm dripping from my tone of voice. Junsu sneered, looking back at Yunho who was pouting to himself moodily.
“He doesn’t like the idea of toys, does he? Gets jealous right?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Oh I see how it is. SO YOU WON’T BE NEEDING THAT $100 VIBRATOR I BOUGHT YOU EH?” He asked with a loud voice, most definitely catching Yunho’s attention.
“What vibrator? Jaejoong doesn’t have any of that shit.”
“Oh yes he does.”
“…”
Oh holy mother of fuck.
A/N: Aaaaah it’s over ~I know a lot of you wanted Yunho to find out about the vibrator and do something about it, and he will…in the Paris Nights special when they’ll actually be going to Paris together. So I hope that’s something to look forward to ^^
Regarding the CCMS: The Movie I know I said I’d get to it after I was finished with MOV, but since I just had to show lilxinyue (I will not spot you cause manly Yue is manly) my other fic, Zero [a never ending cycle]. So you’ll probably be seeing more updates but that but I mean you never know! I may go back and forth so we’ll see. But I do recommend that you guys check it out :D? It’s one of the very few fics that I’m proud of. I put my heart and time into that fic T T so I’d be happy if you even dropped by to see @@.
Also, I hope it’s not too much to ask, but I do request that you comment in this chapter (since it’s the last one and all). So if you’ve read from the beginning and followed through and you haven’t commented once, please do so here? It’s not absolutely necessary but I really would like to see how many people have been reading this and of course, the opinions matter as well. It’s the least you guys can do for me, right?
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