paris nights special - yunjae - 1/2
Title: Paris Nights (Special)
Chapter(s): 1/2
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: angst, comedy, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: lol, really?
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters in this story.
Synopsis: Ever since our rocky catastrophic months together, Yunho really had kept his promises of making everything up to me. I think a spoiled three year old drowning in a truckload of candy would be jealous of me right now. Oh, did I also mention that Yunho's taking me to Paris too?!
Comment(s): I'm awfully sorry for that whole false alarm entry for posting a clean version of pt.6 of MOV (LAUGHS) Oh God you guys probably wanted to shoot me. I love you guys, seriously D: HERE IT IS. PARIS NIGHTS FOR REAL, LOL!
This one shot is a special after Man Over Vibrator or Vice Versa? You're free to check my tags to catch up or you can read this one-shot as a stand alone. But I think you'd understand it a little better if you've read MOV ^^.
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**Italic dialogues are all spoken in English
Chaotic.
Oh God, chaotic was the best word to describe mornings like this.
But then again…
not everyone gets the opportunity to pack last minute for their trip to Paris!
Unfortunately…my bedroom was a mess: clothes scattered everywhere, different shoes and boots laying about for me to trip over, and my walk in bathroom was scattered with loads of bathing needs that I couldn’t decide what to bring with me. Yunho said it was going to be for a week so I figured I had a lot to bring enough to last me a week. He knew how I was when it came to packing necessities, so he specifically instructed for me to pack a week ahead of time, but silly me fell victim to the devil that is procrastination.
Yunho was going to pick me up any minute now and I was still packing in my second suitcase. I dig through my drawers for one of my favorite moisturizers and I come face to face with the one and only Bunny Fucker. Good God. Yunho was constantly questioning me throughout the entire lunch time with the Parks about the vibrator and luckily, with Minnie there, I got him to finally shut the hell up.
I figured that I didn’t need to bring the vibrator with me since Yunho was going to be with me the entire trip. But I couldn’t help but wonder if I should. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own when they reached into the drawer and pulled out the Bunny Fucker and shoved it into one of the smaller pouches of my suitcase. Ugh,
What. Am. I Doing?!
I reach in to take it out but I pause and think it through for a moment as my fingers tighten around the tempting object. I’ve been using this a lot less since Yunho and I made up…
But…
Maybe…
Maybe I can just keep it in there in case…
Or…
does a side of me want Yunho to find it and use it on me? NO I can’t be like that! That’s even worse! As if having one was enough?! It’s not like Yunho would make me choose one or the other. Heck, Yoochun didn’t have a problem when Junsu bought his filthy toys! I don’t see why Yunho wouldn’t let me have one just so as long as I preferred him over the vibrator right?
My eyes rove over my cell phone on my night stand and at once glance of the time; the only thing I thought about was getting ready before Yunho arrived. I tossed the bag of condoms along with a bunch of magazines and books into the suitcase (not that I’ll be using 2 out of the 3 anyway-
okay, maybe one magazine). I flipped the third drawer open and took out my digital camera, making sure it fit nice and snug into the smaller pockets in the front.
You bet I plan on doing a lot of sight seeing
taking a photo album of pictures
feasting my fat ass off of rich and luxurious high class French gourmet
and sexing off the calories
all in the infamous gorgeous city of love that is Paris.
It would be a shame if I didn’t after all.
In the midst of folding my shirts super fast, my cell phone rang out and I let out a curse, shoving a couple of more jeans into my suitcase before answering my phone.
“I’msorryYunhoI’malmostdone!”
“Aish, Jaejoong, I specifically remember reminding you every three hours of the day for you to pack a week beforehand!” Yunho lectured me, sighing in heavy irritation as I hear him turning off the engine and the sound of the seatbelt unbuckling and the car door closing. “That’s it. I’m coming up there to help you pack.”
“O-Okay…sorry.”
I ended the call and worked on folding my clothes faster. I’ve decided on bringing an extra pair of sneakers as I throw out the rest of my shoes from the suitcase. Not wanting to disappoint Yunho, I started throwing my clothes into the suitcase instead of folding them, leaving no proper room for space. I don’t know what the hell happened, but when I tried to zip my luggage together, it somehow exploded back in my face and to being scattered across my bed.
“Ahhrgh! God damn it! Fuck! Fuck you, fuck you, you fucking annoying suitcase!”
“Jaejoong?”
I heard my front door opening and there he was, striding into my room with wide steps as I knew we were already running behind schedule.
“Ok Jaejoong, what -” Yunho stopped, and gaped at the exploded clothes scattered all over my bed. “What the hell?! I thought you said you were almost done!” He said, coming forwards as he started grabbing my clothes and folding them himself.
“I-I know but then I started shoving them all into my suitcase super fast and when I tried to zip it closed it exploded in my face!” I didn’t know when I had started speaking in frenzy, but he ended up closing his hands around my shoulders in an attempt to calm me down.
“Okay, don’t panic. We have 10 minutes to pack and we have to be at the airport in a half hour. I had a feeling you wouldn’t be ready so I came earlier.”
“Oh thank you thank you for lying to me because you didn’t trust that I wasn’t going to be ready in time mwah mwah mwah !” I grabbed his face and started showering him with appreciative kisses. Even if I knew now wasn’t the time, sometimes the emotions just take the best of me.
“Okay pack pack pack!” He murmured against my mouth, pushing me gently away and I stared at him in awe as he started packing my things.
There were times where I’d try to help him but by the time I’m shoving one folded shirt in, he was already shoving like four clothes in a stack. I had a feeling he felt as if we would progress faster if he was the one doing the packing. As if reading my mind he asked me to sit back and wait and to make him feel better, I agreed and shuffled towards the kitchen to make us coffee for the flight.
Luckily with Yunho’s incredibly fast packing skills, we were out the door on time, with Yunho carrying both my cases and me with our Danishes and coffees. He didn’t seem as angry with me during the drive to the airport, as a matter of fact, he seemed rather conversational and I had to say I dodged a lucky bullet there. By the time we got to the airport, we were glad to see Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin waiting to see us off.
We exchanged hugs and goodbyes and I promised Minnie that I’d return with loads of food and souvenirs. Yunho gave Yoochun the keys to his car and both of our apartments, and within 15 minutes, we were waiting in line for boarding. As excited as I was to leave for Paris, I was already missing Korea…
and we haven’t even boarded the plane yet!
I was really going to miss this place…even if I was going to be in Paris for a week. Our trip to Paris was supposed to be set in August, but Yunho said he wanted to go earlier, which struck me to be a little suspicious. The quarter had pretty much finished for me and he waited until I had finals over with for him to break the news to me. Of course I figured the sooner the better but the moment he flashed the tickets in my face, all suspicion was flung out the window.
Paris… Paris!
I couldn’t believe it. As a child, I had always been a sucker for action packed and romance films. As much as I loved the gore-y, blood bathing, gruesome, the exciting heart pumping climactic violence that films had to offer me, I’ve realized I’d been watching a bit too much of the romance lately. Perhaps it was due to the effect of my past shitty relationships and dating experiences, but despite all of that, I still never tire of them.
In the past, my mother had often flown to Paris for her business purposes, but never once did she ever bring me there - anywhere outside of Korea for that matter. She’s always been the paranoid parent, never letting me go to sleepovers or anywhere with me located outside of her radar. I had to go through drastic lengths just to convince her to let me live on my own.
With the situation with the Paris trip, she finally managed to meet Yunho, since she demanded to at least meet the man that was dragging her one and only baby boy out of the country. It was quite humorous to hear her speech with the whole ’I’ll bet he’s like the rest of them! Unattractive and a terrible mannered bastard that’s gonna leave you in the end after he gets what he wants! , then to see her gaping up at him, possibly blinded by his million dollar pearly smile. I’d like to see her take back all the nasty things she’s said about Yunho in particular.
I love how Yunho was the perfect gentleman that every girl would want to bring home to show off to their parents. They would have no worries about receiving approval because he was practically flawless in the eyes of all parents (I’ll bet). My mother was no exception, for she was the one, who couldn’t stop talking about him when he left. As happy as I was to know that she liked him, I didn’t want her liking him too much.
Perhaps I didn’t mention the fact that my mom was still quite beautiful and the top of the notch cougar. I’ve actually seen her with men around Yunho’s age or even younger. As disturbing as it sounded and looked, I managed to look past that, and continue to hope for her to meet a man her age. The worst that could happen was if she stole my boyfriend right from under my nose. I knew Yunho didn’t go for older women to that extent and, in a way, which made me feel a little better. Besides, I’d make sure he’d never see the light of day if I ever caught him fucking my mother.
I’ve actually backed him into a corner one time and fussed it out of him. Actually asked him about which he found more attractive and he just stared at me as if I was out of my freaking mind - and maybe I was. But hey, it’s happened before! My mother thinks I don’t notice her feeling up at his shoulders and giving Yunho massages that were only given by either his massage chair or me! I felt ridiculous at one point, jealous of my own mother when she had her hands on him but can you really blame me? If I had a less attractive boyfriend, I really wouldn’t have to mind much, would I?
We were already seated and boarded onto the planes in no time, and I stared excitedly outside of the window, completely ignoring Yunho for the time being. I really didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help it! I was actually going to be flying! I was going to be flying on an airplane outside of Korea! Oh God, this was really too much to take.
“You seem so overwhelmed and we’ve not even taken off yet.” I hear Yunho chuckle from beside me, and I pout at him, telling him to shut up.
“You don’t understand, Yunho. I’ve seriously never been anywhere out of Korea - ever. You know how my mothers never let me anywhere and this is Paris, Yunho! I can’t contain my excitement even if I wanted to!”
I glance eagerly outside the window, my ipod and magazine clutched tighter in my sweating fingers. My knees couldn’t seem to stop bouncing and the person in front of me turned slightly to look at me before turning back. I’d assume he wanted to hint for me to stop it. Yunho put his hand over one of my bouncing knees and I sighed. I was so excited right now; you can imagine the look on my face, when we finally took off...let alone landed in France.
“Easy there,” He smirked, giving my kneecap a playful squeeze. “I’m afraid how I’m going to keep you at bay when we actually get there.”
“I caan’t, oh my God Yunho, I’m so excited!” I fight the squeal as I hear the pilot’s announcement and the proper procedures and etcetera, etcetera. I was only half listening as I was already daydreaming about the things I was going to do there. I made sure I brought plenty of money - most specifically for cooking books and any souvenir I could get my hands on.
As expected, the moment we took off, I was a squirming mess in my seat. I’d long forgotten about the people around me, shooting me weird looks, but I’m pretty sure they’ve gone on plenty of trips outside of Korea themselves. During the plane ride, I had on earphone plugged into my right ear while I conversed with Yunho from time to time. They were showing a movie, but by the time I had actually started paying attention to the plot, I had fallen dead asleep on Yunho’s shoulder.
There were times where I’ve woken up again, apologized to Yunho for falling asleep on him, then conversing with Yunho again before falling back asleep. The cycle repeated a couple of more times before I passed out for sure, all the way until we’ve reached our destination. I don’t know if it was the lack of experience of flying, but due from the exhaustion, I was full of tired today.
”Hilton Arc de Triomphe Paris Hotel, 51-57 rue de Courcelles, please,” Yunho says to the cab driver, and handed him a little slip where the directions were written. I take the pamphlets, which were translated to Korean, from his lap and peer into the folded flaps. It seemed that this was a five star hotel with 463 rooms with 24 suites.
Ugh…fuck you, Yunho. How the hell am I supposed to pay you back with a luxurious hotel such as this?
I didn’t need to stay in such an expensive hotel just to stay in Paris. It wasn’t like I was going to be staying in the hotel most of the time anyway. But Yunho was always one with the higher quality of taste and he loved extravagant things. It made me curious because as fancy as his apartment was, I wondered why he settled on an apartment when he could live somewhere bigger and fancier.
“Are you sure it’s okay to go there? I’m sure there are cheaper hotels in France,” I mutter shyly, not wanting to look at the taxi driver because let’s face it. I was excited, but I forgot the fact that people in France did not speak Korean.
Duh.
“You’re asking me that when I’ve already booked us the suite,” a laugh, “It’s not like you’re going to be here often. Why waste such a fine opportunity in a shabby hotel?” Yunho responded with a shrug, shoving the address back into his pocket. “And I know what you’re thinking. You’re not paying me back.”
“Buying me a book or a hotdog is one thing but this is an entirely different story!” I raise my voice slightly, by accident, and the driver stared at me as if I’ve pissed him off of some sort. Tch. I wasn’t looking at him now, was I? <- not pissy
“How are you going to pay me back for a suite and everything else we’re going to do?” He asked back, challengingly. I wanted to shave his eyebrows off so bad because the intimidating, attractive arch was really pissing and throwing me off. “I thought so,” a chuckle.
“I-I’d pay you back eventually. I’m not poor to that extent,” I pout in a small voice. “I could’ve totally afforded my ticket, you know.”
“I know baby.”
“Fine, don’t take me seriously.” I gave him a mocking huff and scooted on over to the other side of the car while the vehicle was still moving.
The kiddy, emo pout he gave me was so worth it though.
You’d think the grand hotel would’ve made me feel like happy like some prince and I’d be marveling in the gorgeous sight of the structure (well that part I did). But as amazed as I was, I suddenly felt so out of place. Yes, the place was beautiful and for a second, as we entered the double doors, I didn’t want to ruin the polished glossy floor with my ‘oh so low class’ sneakers. Yunho had to practically usher me towards the front counter and I kept myself hidden shyly behind him while people stared at me, and ironically, not at Yunho. I suppose it was because he was dressed in one of his fancy suits again. I don’t understand it either. He said it was just going to be the two of us this whole week alone. So what was the point of bringing work clothes at all?
My mind kept on drifting onto other things and I was practically rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet, trying to ignore the stares of everyone else around me, while Yunho talked to the employees in the front desk. Shouldn’t they be used to foreigners by now to not be so curious? My whole body suddenly felt uncomfortable, and I found myself shuddering, and it wasn’t from the cool air of the night or in the chilly hotel.
“Come on, Joongie, lets go,” Yunho’s voice broke me out of my deep thoughts, and I nodded hesitantly as the bell boys came by to pick up our luggage.
“Oh, okay.”
I felt even more uncomfortable the entire way when the younger, scrawny looking, bell boy lead us to our suite. He kept on sneaking glances at me, and I didn’t want to be rude, but I really wanted to lash out at him in Korean, telling him to stop fucking staring. I probably should. Then he’d be afraid and leave me alone. But before I could, Yunho beat me to the punch, by opening the door and pushing me in. He turned to the boy and from what I could hear, a low,
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stare at my boyfriend like he’s a piece of meat. I’m sure you have kids your own age to have improper thoughts about.”
I stared at their interaction, tilting my head, with a huge question mark settled above my head. Whatever he said to the bell boy worked, because the next thing I knew, he was stuttering a bunch of ‘sorry’s and quickly carrying the luggage into the room. He snuck a couple of quick peeks at me as I stared at him clueless thought, not knowing what the hell was going on.
”You shouldn’t think about it. He’s way out of your league.” Yunho smirked, slapped the tip in his palm, and shut the door in the bell boy’s quivering face.
“Yah, what did you say to him?” I demanded, slapping at Yunho’s arm. “He seemed scared out of his wits.”
“Nothing. He should be lucky he even got a tip.” I maintain the confused stare, and he sighed, and pushed me deeper into the suite. “Go on, explore. I’ll get our stuff settled in.”
“A-Are you sure? I want to help, especially when we’re dealing with my things.”
“Don’t be so humble, baby. Go on. In the meantime you should look around,” He said, kissing me on my cheek before bringing some of our luggage towards the closet by the bed.
“O-Okay…thanks.”
My head wandered from side to side, gaping at the beautiful suite. I could practically live here! I’m normally not a hard person to please anyway.
Omo!
There’s even a balcony!
Aaaaaah!
Rushing over and sliding the glass door open, I gasped at the stunning landscape, the display robbing me of my breath. With a quick turn and half dash towards the closet, where Yunho was still unloading our belongings, I dug into one of my suitcases and fished for my camera. The whole time Yunho was staring at me like I’ve gone crazy, but he settled for a chuckle and a shake of his head, as I rushed back out towards the balcony to take pictures.
I had officially decided that I was going to come out here every night until our last stay here. The landscape looked so peaceful and I could feel the atmosphere and energy of Paris seeping into me. This was so much better than being surrounded by French people that stared at you as if you were from another planet. I swear, being out here, was like another world. In a way, a different country did feel like a different planet to me.
I definitely planned on doing a lot more traveling in the future. I wanted to see the world, and as I’m sure Yunho probably done a bunch of that in his lifetime, I wanted to have my chance. Maybe one day when my restaurants made a name for it I could possibly spread the love of Kim Jaejoong’s Gourmet and I’d have the opportunity to travel. There was no doubt about the fact that I loved food. I loved cooking it and I loved to eat the hell out of it. What a great opportunity it would be…
to fly country to country, eating different kinds of food they had to offer.
Ergh…I guess its best I actually learn some English before I do any of that. I don’t know what I’ve not bothered to learn it properly and thoroughly. Yunho seemed to have it easy, making his way around The States and now here in France. But I mean, out of all honesty and jealousy, if you knew English, you could pretty much make it anywhere. Of course English was a universal language, and as I did learn a bit in middle school, I was always determined in just passing it and getting it over with. It wasn’t the fact that it was hard, I just didn’t think I would need it, knowing that I would probably stay in South Korea for the rest of my life - no thanks to my mother.
Yunho and Yoochun were raised in the states for a good seven years so that would explain their fluency in the language. I need to do some self studying…maybe practice conversing with Yoochun in English because, frankly, I did not want to sound like a dumbass in front of Yunho. Maybe then, when I finally become fluent, I can understand him whenever he says something I don’t understand.
I sigh dreamily to myself at the scenery as I continue to take a couple of more pictures. Around 20 minutes of praising the scenery and taking pictures like a crazy tourist, I decide to head back in and see how Yunho’s doing with the unpacking. When I entered, he was still unpacking, and I immediately felt guilty. Besides, I wouldn’t want him digging too far into my suitcase.
“Its okay, Yunho, let me take over from here. You should go wash up for dinner,” I said, bending down to push my nearly empty suitcase into the closet.
“Do you want to go out and eat or do you want to order room service?”
He didn’t listen to what I said about letting me take over, in fact, he ended up unpacking faster. I’ll bet it was so that I wouldn’t have to unpack as much. Ergh. I felt spoiled rotten and I didn’t like that feeling one bit.
“Let’s stay in.”
“Really?”
“What? Do you want to go out?” I ask back, raising an eyebrow of my own. “I don’t mind if you want to.”
“Nah, we should go to bed earlier. I have the pamphlets so you can take a look to see where you want to go first tomorrow,” Yunho says, reaching over to his suitcase and pulling out a wad of pamphlets of tourist attractions over to me.
I murmur quick thanks as I eagerly took the pamphlets from him and started reading. We were both silent for awhile, before I started small talk and we conversed that way until Yunho finished unpacking. As I was still drawn into the pamphlets, Yunho announced that he was going to call room service. He received a non existent nod from me as he kissed the top of my forehead and walked around the bed to pick up the phone to order.
Wow…
There was the Arc de Triomphe, Louvre Museum, Notre Dame Cathedral, Sacre Coeur, Avenue des Champs-Élysées and Oh God…the legendary Eiffel Tower!
Trying to contain my excitement, I had to be sure to save the Eiffel Tower for last. I’ve seen this beauty structure in movies and documentaries for far too long. And now I finally get to be there, in the flesh, without having to mope with the sorry singles. I didn’t have to cry and want to stab the actors on screen for having to experience the lovey dovey experience in the city of love (even if it was acting). And I absolutely couldn’t wait till I finally got to see the rest of Paris from the top. As much as I couldn’t wait, I knew I was determined to save that for last.
Ugh, I know it sounds barf-worthy corny, it isn’t a feeling I could help holding back. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. It just seemed too surreal to be true. I didn’t think I’d ever snag the opportunity to be in Paris with the man I love.
My stomach growls loudly after several minutes, and I shoot a quick look towards Yunho, to see his chuckles turn to laughter.
“YAH! Shut up! Shut up!” I reach over the bed and start smacking his shoulder with the stack of pamphlets. “I-It’s not funny!”
“I’m sorry Jae. It’s just that…it’s so typical of you. You’re always hungry,” He continues to laugh as he crawled onto the bed beside me. I shot him a fierce glare, but he didn’t seem phased whatsoever. “I’m just wondering where all that food goes.”
“You know very well where it goes.”
“In the black hole that is your stomach?”
“…”
“I’m sorry. I ordered dinner through room service. They shan’t be long your hungry highness. ”
“I don’t know what you said, but I don’t like it.”
“How can you not like something you don’t understand?” He laughs, and scoots closer towards me. “What about Jaejoong, I want you?”
“Flattery gets you nowhere, baby.” I roll my eyes, and direct my attention back to the brochure, but Yunho was really pushing me when he started nibbling at my ear and under. “Y-Yah! Yunnie! I’m trying to read this thing. Do you mind?”
The one that that bugged the shit out of me was Yunho’s sudden newfound habit of whispering shit to me I didn’t understand. But the moment I heard want, fuck, beautiful and baby, the next thing I knew, my pamphlets were tossed off to the side and I was with an armful of my boyfriend.
I don’t know if it’s the Paris atmosphere or the lovey oxygen I’ve inhaled but I suddenly felt so in the mood. This whole fucking sappy city of love shit was really getting to me. And I hated to say this but I really wanted to have sex. Like - now. Even if room service was going to come knocking on our door, I probably wouldn’t even cared if we ever got caught. Or, I should put a sock on the doorknob. That…usually means ‘do not disturb’ right?
Within a couple of seconds, I was already climbing into Yunho’s lap and plundering what I could of his mouth with mine. Paris may have gotten to me, but I was in no mood for slow thrusting and whispers of sweet nothings in my ear sex.
The palms of Yunho’s hands seemed to agree with me, caressing my sides roughly with fingers digging hard into my hips, pulling me closer towards his stomach. We were in the midst of heavy groping, rubbing and an intriguing game of tongue hockey, until Yunho’s hips jerked against mine. I uttered out a breathy moan as one of my hands slid up, gripping at random sections of his back…
and the mood was instantly killed the moment Yunho’s cell phone rang out.
“Ugh…sorry. I’ll turn it off, I swear,” Yunho muttered, upset, as he pulled his cell out of his pocket. I snuck a glimpse of his screen and I felt my heart sink downwards and into my stomach. I recognized that name and that was one of his clients. Surely Yunho wouldn’t think about taking on a case during our week alone, was he? “Hold on, I have to take this.”
I shot him a pointed look as I raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll get rid of him, I promise.” Yunho assured me as he lightly lifted me off of him and grabbed his phone again before swinging his legs off the edge of the bed.
“Do you need to leave the room to do that?” I had to question him, because honestly, my suspicions couldn’t be put to rest. But I couldn’t sound snappy since I was in no mood to start another argument. After we made up, sure we’ve had some arguments and disagreements here and there, mostly about the way he handled work and his relationship with me. But we’ve always come to an agreement that relationships weren’t meant to be a picnic. So we knew how to work our way around these kinds of situations. Yunho deserved every penny of what he earned and what can I say? A lot of people are indebted to him. I couldn’t be any prouder.
“I’ll be back,” He whispered, kissing me on the forehead, and heading off.
I gripped him by the neck and kissed him thoroughly on the mouth before I let him go. I’d assume that he’d get what I meant. Come back right when you’re done or else.
Room service happened to be at the door when he opened it to step out, so my thoughts about Yunho’s client was gone the moment the food’s scent zipped into my nose. I practically leapt out and almost jumped at the man, nearly scaring him out of his shiny black shoes. I thanked him and pushed the cart back in and plopped onto one of the luxurious fluffy seats in the living room, waiting for Yunho to come back.
After what seemed like forever, more like 30 minutes later, Yunho still hadn’t returned. Even if the food was going to get cold, I heaved myself off the seat and as quietly as I could, I crept over to the door and opened it slowly. Yunho still seemed to be in deep conversation with his client and I knew it was probably pretty serious. The person couldn’t wait at least six days or so, could he?
Yunho turned around and saw me peeking curiously at him and I felt bad the moment he dismissed himself from the conversation and hung up.
“Y-Yah…you didn’t have to do that,” I said, pushing him away from the door. “You can still talk. It must be important.”
“No it’s really nothing. I told him I’d handle it in person when I came back from Paris,” Yunho said, enveloping me into his arms as he led us back into the suite.
And there it was - as soon as I felt my heart drop to my stomach, I was almost positive that it floated back up into my chest. I was back in corny mode and my mind was pretty much on cloud nine. I still couldn’t believe what I heard and saw. It was incredibly rare for Yunho to be acting like that - most specifically when it had to do with work. With a big smile and glistening eyes of happiness, I let myself be led further into the suite, with my hopes bigger than ever.
We never got around to the rough sexing last night since I was much too exhausted after the flight and the dinner (which by the way, left me completely satisfied - food wise). Too bad, I never got around to worrying about the intake of calories. Not to mention the fact that I hogged that soufflé all to myself.
I don’t think my morning could have started any better. I woke up to a suite that was much less freezing than my apartment. I had my boyfriend in bed with me, kissing me, loving me so good.
My body had been long drenched in pearls of sweat and the sensible and humble side of me felt slightly guilty for soaking the sheets with my sex stench. But that train of thought was lost when Yunho kissed me again, angling his hips and steadily thrusting in, instantly tearing a pleasure filled cry from my lips. My fingers grip insistently into his hair, and my back jerks upwards, arching against him and off the bed as my morning orgasm tears through my body - leaving me in an overwhelming haze. My limbs grew numb and my toes gripped at the sheets below my feet as I fell stiff. Yunho continued to hold my quivering body and he never stopped pushing into me until I finished coming. I lift my bent arms over my head in exhaustion, trying to catch my breath as Yunho tried to catch his. He was about to pull out, when I reached for his face, bringing him into our ritual of soft and leisure kisses.
“The longer you keep me inside you, the less time you’ll have to explore the city. I can guarantee you that much,” He chuckles, and kisses me thoroughly before sliding out of me and flopping onto his back.
“Is it weird to point out the fact that we had sex in Paris?” I sigh, lazily rolling onto him, throwing a leg over his.
“No, you’re just pointing out the obvious.”
“You know what would be awesome?”
Yunho threw me a questioning look…well…he looked intrigued enough.
“You…making love to me on the Eiffel.” I joked, giving him a goofy grin. He suddenly burst out laughing, the vibrations from his chest hitting rippling at my cheeks.
“Mnh…that’s badass - and kind of hot. I think we should do it.” Yunho looked up, as did I, and I gaped at his contemplating face.
“HUH?”
“Getting arrested in style suits us well, doesn’t it? We can be the first daring couple that has fucked in one of the greatest engineering masterpieces ever built in the world.”
That lecherous creeper!look on his face was raining the heebie jeebie vibes throughout my body. I wasn’t turned on.
At all.
Um…
Should I break up with him now or…?
The rest of the week played out almost perfectly. There were random times when Yunho wore his work clothes but most of the time we left the suite, I made sure he wore his regular clothes. Although it took me begging on my knees to get him to wear the casuals, he eventually agreed. It still bothered me when he changed into his suits and it still bothered me when he left me for a while to talk on his phone for over 30 minutes. But I guess even if we were here together, everyone deserves the right to privacy.
Every passing day, we attended to every tourist site that I’ve requested. I’ve always mapped out a plan before the next morning and I always made sure my camera was loaded with pictures for me to marvel at when I got back. I was a bit intimidated outside of the suite, but gradually, I became used to it. Yunho taught me several English phrases so that I wouldn’t have such a hard time while dealing with the English speakers out there (which was practically almost everyone). I mean how common was it to find another Korean speaking person around here? It was harder than English - that was for sure.
It was strange though. Whenever we dined out, he was always with me, but whenever we decided to stick with the food that room service offered, he would excuse himself and he wouldn’t come back until and hour or two later. But tonight was the third to last day of our trip, and as much as it saddened me that this was coming to an end, I was even more thrilled for Eiffel Tower night. I couldn’t stop raving to Yunho about it and I think he was getting tired of hearing about it. As usual, we both knew this week was all about the two of us, he claimed that it was mostly about me but I prefer to see it as our rare alone time without his work or anything else in the way.
I felt like running down to the spa for a quick relaxation rub down. I was so overwhelmed with the sight seeing and exploring we’ve been doing, I couldn’t believe I haven’t gone down there yet! I remembered to ask Yunho if he wanted to come with me but he was never into spas - especially when it came to being touched by strangers.
I shake my head, and sighed, mumbling something along the lines of missing out as I kissed him goodbye and left the suite. Making use of my memorization of the hotel map and Yunho’s mini English lessons, I found my way to the spa and nearly skipped-ran towards the heaven that is SPAA. I wanted a massage so badlyy!
When my special treatment in heaven was over, my stomach grumbled in protest, and I assume it was time for dinner. I figured after a luxurious time basking in the goodness of the spa, it would make me feel worse if I were to dine at some extravagant restaurant. With a relaxed and tense free body and a crisp fresh cut face, I quickly made my way to our suite, excited to be ordering dinner with Yunho. I know, something weird to look forward to, but I guess when I’m so happy like this, pleasing me isn’t so hard.
I notice the door to our suite was only half opened, and I prepare a lecture for Yunho in my mind ahead of time, to remember to lock the door at all times. I understand that I didn’t bring my cell phone or key with me but would it kill him to be more responsible? Of course, me being happy, I’m still not angry over a little flaw like this. I reach for the door handle, and as I’m about to push it open, the sound of another man’s voice boomed out of nowhere, startling me for a moment.
“Yunho, you’ve got to help me with this case. I didn’t fly to Paris for nothing, you know.”
“I told you, now’s not the best time for me. I’ve been meeting up with you this entire week so far. I’ve agreed to fly to Paris to assist you. I’m not your lawyer this time, remember? This whole time my boyfriend thinks this weeks been planned out, exclusively, just the two of us.” Yunho’s voice sounded stern, but the man didn’t seem to be taking the news very well.
“Killing two birds with one stone huh?”
“It’s not like that.”
“That’s exactly how it looks like. Huh. Oh, I get it. Didn’t you tell me you were going to come here with your boyfriend in the summer? Your summers jam and packed with cases you’ve recently accepted, and you haven’t told him yet. So therefore, you’re killing two birds with one stone by bringing him here and working at the same time.” The man laughed. “You’ve always been one hell of a multitasker. I don’t know why you bother yourself with relationships when it’s clearly obvious that you’re married to your work.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YOU?! JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” Yunho’s voice grew angry as he yelled, and I heard something in the suite crash. He had probably thrown something against the wall. But my mind was too fogged up and my heart was pounding fiercely against my chest.
I knew it.
FUCKING HELL I KNEW IT!
I knew I found it strange when he packed his suits for the trip. He probably had to meet up with the guy’s lawyer to assist him in whatever his case was about. No wonder he had been absent for a couple of hours during the days we were back from shopping and sight seeing. But the thing that pissed me off the most was…just…ugh!
There he fucking goes again; getting himself involved in something that had nothing to do with him. Fucking Jung Yunho the fucking saint that will put his relationship on the line to save some…some asswipe. That man didn’t seem like a nice guy either, so why was Yunho sacrificing his relationship for him?
Did I not matter at all?
When was he going to tell me?
Was he ever going to tell me?
I can’t believe he did this to me. He knew Paris was important to me. I thought I made it clear that this trip was almost everything I’ve ever wanted. I wanted to spend the perfect week with him with no interruptions and yes, so he had a few calls from work. But there’s a difference between coming to Paris and spending a romantic getaway week with your lover AND having your lover under the impression of a romantic getaway when you were really helping an ex-client/friend/whatever on a fucking case.
I would’ve told him that I forgave him and we could wait until the summer. Oh, no. We couldn’t do that either because he wasn’t going to have a break during the summertime after all! Oh great! That’s just so perfect now, isn’t it?! My own boyfriend doesn’t think about me when he makes his decisions with work when all I ever do is think about him - even if I also have a dream to fulfill, I love him just as much so I willingly make room for him. But why
won’t he make room for me?
Am I really that much of an inconvenience?
I felt like the obligation again.
Fuck!
I don’t want to be here anymore…
I want to go home…
I want to go home -
I look up and realize that I’ve been walking...running...wandering aimlessly around the streets of Paris.
What…
When…
When the hell did I ever leave the hotel?
I must’ve been so consumed in my thoughts and emotions that my body subconsciously knew I wanted to get out of there. And now that I was out of there...
Oh.
OH.
Oh this is just fan fucking fantastic!
I wanted to laugh like a maniac, pull at my hair and scream my frustrations out. I wanted to scare the fucking shit out of the happy lovey dovey passer bys that came my way or ever so much as kissed and hugged each other in front of me. I wanted to take a hold of the smiles of their faces and tear them apart. I wanted to rip the longing look in their eyes out of their fucking sockets. I wanted to rob them of the happiness they had because I didn’t have it for myself. But I realized that even if I did that, it still wouldn’t stop them from being happy.
Why couldn’t I be loved like this?
Why couldn’t I have people staring jealously at me, wishing that they had what I had?
Why was I always the one that had to envy everyone else?
I didn’t even have the energy to feel embarrassed, even when I looked like some pathetic psychotic foreign fool running down the street in a craze. My cheeks were streaked with running tears. My eyes were glossy and my vision was hopelessly blurred, the light from the lights and lamp posts bouncing off my pupils. The lights were beaming, contrasting from the dark and crisp night, creating the perfect scenery for two people in love. The only problem was that I was standing on the side of the street, crying my pathetic eyes out, not understanding a single word the French people were saying to me
feeling so heartbroken
and so utterly
lost.
A/N: OHNOJAEJOONGISLOSTINPARIS!
Chapter(s): 1/2
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: angst, comedy, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: lol, really?
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters in this story.
Synopsis: Ever since our rocky catastrophic months together, Yunho really had kept his promises of making everything up to me. I think a spoiled three year old drowning in a truckload of candy would be jealous of me right now. Oh, did I also mention that Yunho's taking me to Paris too?!
Comment(s): I'm awfully sorry for that whole false alarm entry for posting a clean version of pt.6 of MOV (LAUGHS) Oh God you guys probably wanted to shoot me. I love you guys, seriously D: HERE IT IS. PARIS NIGHTS FOR REAL, LOL!
This one shot is a special after Man Over Vibrator or Vice Versa? You're free to check my tags to catch up or you can read this one-shot as a stand alone. But I think you'd understand it a little better if you've read MOV ^^.
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**Italic dialogues are all spoken in English
Chaotic.
Oh God, chaotic was the best word to describe mornings like this.
But then again…
not everyone gets the opportunity to pack last minute for their trip to Paris!
Unfortunately…my bedroom was a mess: clothes scattered everywhere, different shoes and boots laying about for me to trip over, and my walk in bathroom was scattered with loads of bathing needs that I couldn’t decide what to bring with me. Yunho said it was going to be for a week so I figured I had a lot to bring enough to last me a week. He knew how I was when it came to packing necessities, so he specifically instructed for me to pack a week ahead of time, but silly me fell victim to the devil that is procrastination.
Yunho was going to pick me up any minute now and I was still packing in my second suitcase. I dig through my drawers for one of my favorite moisturizers and I come face to face with the one and only Bunny Fucker. Good God. Yunho was constantly questioning me throughout the entire lunch time with the Parks about the vibrator and luckily, with Minnie there, I got him to finally shut the hell up.
I figured that I didn’t need to bring the vibrator with me since Yunho was going to be with me the entire trip. But I couldn’t help but wonder if I should. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own when they reached into the drawer and pulled out the Bunny Fucker and shoved it into one of the smaller pouches of my suitcase. Ugh,
What. Am. I Doing?!
I reach in to take it out but I pause and think it through for a moment as my fingers tighten around the tempting object. I’ve been using this a lot less since Yunho and I made up…
But…
Maybe…
Maybe I can just keep it in there in case…
Or…
does a side of me want Yunho to find it and use it on me? NO I can’t be like that! That’s even worse! As if having one was enough?! It’s not like Yunho would make me choose one or the other. Heck, Yoochun didn’t have a problem when Junsu bought his filthy toys! I don’t see why Yunho wouldn’t let me have one just so as long as I preferred him over the vibrator right?
My eyes rove over my cell phone on my night stand and at once glance of the time; the only thing I thought about was getting ready before Yunho arrived. I tossed the bag of condoms along with a bunch of magazines and books into the suitcase (not that I’ll be using 2 out of the 3 anyway-
okay, maybe one magazine). I flipped the third drawer open and took out my digital camera, making sure it fit nice and snug into the smaller pockets in the front.
You bet I plan on doing a lot of sight seeing
taking a photo album of pictures
feasting my fat ass off of rich and luxurious high class French gourmet
and sexing off the calories
all in the infamous gorgeous city of love that is Paris.
It would be a shame if I didn’t after all.
In the midst of folding my shirts super fast, my cell phone rang out and I let out a curse, shoving a couple of more jeans into my suitcase before answering my phone.
“I’msorryYunhoI’malmostdone!”
“Aish, Jaejoong, I specifically remember reminding you every three hours of the day for you to pack a week beforehand!” Yunho lectured me, sighing in heavy irritation as I hear him turning off the engine and the sound of the seatbelt unbuckling and the car door closing. “That’s it. I’m coming up there to help you pack.”
“O-Okay…sorry.”
I ended the call and worked on folding my clothes faster. I’ve decided on bringing an extra pair of sneakers as I throw out the rest of my shoes from the suitcase. Not wanting to disappoint Yunho, I started throwing my clothes into the suitcase instead of folding them, leaving no proper room for space. I don’t know what the hell happened, but when I tried to zip my luggage together, it somehow exploded back in my face and to being scattered across my bed.
“Ahhrgh! God damn it! Fuck! Fuck you, fuck you, you fucking annoying suitcase!”
“Jaejoong?”
I heard my front door opening and there he was, striding into my room with wide steps as I knew we were already running behind schedule.
“Ok Jaejoong, what -” Yunho stopped, and gaped at the exploded clothes scattered all over my bed. “What the hell?! I thought you said you were almost done!” He said, coming forwards as he started grabbing my clothes and folding them himself.
“I-I know but then I started shoving them all into my suitcase super fast and when I tried to zip it closed it exploded in my face!” I didn’t know when I had started speaking in frenzy, but he ended up closing his hands around my shoulders in an attempt to calm me down.
“Okay, don’t panic. We have 10 minutes to pack and we have to be at the airport in a half hour. I had a feeling you wouldn’t be ready so I came earlier.”
“Oh thank you thank you for lying to me because you didn’t trust that I wasn’t going to be ready in time mwah mwah mwah !” I grabbed his face and started showering him with appreciative kisses. Even if I knew now wasn’t the time, sometimes the emotions just take the best of me.
“Okay pack pack pack!” He murmured against my mouth, pushing me gently away and I stared at him in awe as he started packing my things.
There were times where I’d try to help him but by the time I’m shoving one folded shirt in, he was already shoving like four clothes in a stack. I had a feeling he felt as if we would progress faster if he was the one doing the packing. As if reading my mind he asked me to sit back and wait and to make him feel better, I agreed and shuffled towards the kitchen to make us coffee for the flight.
Luckily with Yunho’s incredibly fast packing skills, we were out the door on time, with Yunho carrying both my cases and me with our Danishes and coffees. He didn’t seem as angry with me during the drive to the airport, as a matter of fact, he seemed rather conversational and I had to say I dodged a lucky bullet there. By the time we got to the airport, we were glad to see Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin waiting to see us off.
We exchanged hugs and goodbyes and I promised Minnie that I’d return with loads of food and souvenirs. Yunho gave Yoochun the keys to his car and both of our apartments, and within 15 minutes, we were waiting in line for boarding. As excited as I was to leave for Paris, I was already missing Korea…
and we haven’t even boarded the plane yet!
I was really going to miss this place…even if I was going to be in Paris for a week. Our trip to Paris was supposed to be set in August, but Yunho said he wanted to go earlier, which struck me to be a little suspicious. The quarter had pretty much finished for me and he waited until I had finals over with for him to break the news to me. Of course I figured the sooner the better but the moment he flashed the tickets in my face, all suspicion was flung out the window.
Paris… Paris!
I couldn’t believe it. As a child, I had always been a sucker for action packed and romance films. As much as I loved the gore-y, blood bathing, gruesome, the exciting heart pumping climactic violence that films had to offer me, I’ve realized I’d been watching a bit too much of the romance lately. Perhaps it was due to the effect of my past shitty relationships and dating experiences, but despite all of that, I still never tire of them.
In the past, my mother had often flown to Paris for her business purposes, but never once did she ever bring me there - anywhere outside of Korea for that matter. She’s always been the paranoid parent, never letting me go to sleepovers or anywhere with me located outside of her radar. I had to go through drastic lengths just to convince her to let me live on my own.
With the situation with the Paris trip, she finally managed to meet Yunho, since she demanded to at least meet the man that was dragging her one and only baby boy out of the country. It was quite humorous to hear her speech with the whole ’I’ll bet he’s like the rest of them! Unattractive and a terrible mannered bastard that’s gonna leave you in the end after he gets what he wants! , then to see her gaping up at him, possibly blinded by his million dollar pearly smile. I’d like to see her take back all the nasty things she’s said about Yunho in particular.
I love how Yunho was the perfect gentleman that every girl would want to bring home to show off to their parents. They would have no worries about receiving approval because he was practically flawless in the eyes of all parents (I’ll bet). My mother was no exception, for she was the one, who couldn’t stop talking about him when he left. As happy as I was to know that she liked him, I didn’t want her liking him too much.
Perhaps I didn’t mention the fact that my mom was still quite beautiful and the top of the notch cougar. I’ve actually seen her with men around Yunho’s age or even younger. As disturbing as it sounded and looked, I managed to look past that, and continue to hope for her to meet a man her age. The worst that could happen was if she stole my boyfriend right from under my nose. I knew Yunho didn’t go for older women to that extent and, in a way, which made me feel a little better. Besides, I’d make sure he’d never see the light of day if I ever caught him fucking my mother.
I’ve actually backed him into a corner one time and fussed it out of him. Actually asked him about which he found more attractive and he just stared at me as if I was out of my freaking mind - and maybe I was. But hey, it’s happened before! My mother thinks I don’t notice her feeling up at his shoulders and giving Yunho massages that were only given by either his massage chair or me! I felt ridiculous at one point, jealous of my own mother when she had her hands on him but can you really blame me? If I had a less attractive boyfriend, I really wouldn’t have to mind much, would I?
We were already seated and boarded onto the planes in no time, and I stared excitedly outside of the window, completely ignoring Yunho for the time being. I really didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help it! I was actually going to be flying! I was going to be flying on an airplane outside of Korea! Oh God, this was really too much to take.
“You seem so overwhelmed and we’ve not even taken off yet.” I hear Yunho chuckle from beside me, and I pout at him, telling him to shut up.
“You don’t understand, Yunho. I’ve seriously never been anywhere out of Korea - ever. You know how my mothers never let me anywhere and this is Paris, Yunho! I can’t contain my excitement even if I wanted to!”
I glance eagerly outside the window, my ipod and magazine clutched tighter in my sweating fingers. My knees couldn’t seem to stop bouncing and the person in front of me turned slightly to look at me before turning back. I’d assume he wanted to hint for me to stop it. Yunho put his hand over one of my bouncing knees and I sighed. I was so excited right now; you can imagine the look on my face, when we finally took off...let alone landed in France.
“Easy there,” He smirked, giving my kneecap a playful squeeze. “I’m afraid how I’m going to keep you at bay when we actually get there.”
“I caan’t, oh my God Yunho, I’m so excited!” I fight the squeal as I hear the pilot’s announcement and the proper procedures and etcetera, etcetera. I was only half listening as I was already daydreaming about the things I was going to do there. I made sure I brought plenty of money - most specifically for cooking books and any souvenir I could get my hands on.
As expected, the moment we took off, I was a squirming mess in my seat. I’d long forgotten about the people around me, shooting me weird looks, but I’m pretty sure they’ve gone on plenty of trips outside of Korea themselves. During the plane ride, I had on earphone plugged into my right ear while I conversed with Yunho from time to time. They were showing a movie, but by the time I had actually started paying attention to the plot, I had fallen dead asleep on Yunho’s shoulder.
There were times where I’ve woken up again, apologized to Yunho for falling asleep on him, then conversing with Yunho again before falling back asleep. The cycle repeated a couple of more times before I passed out for sure, all the way until we’ve reached our destination. I don’t know if it was the lack of experience of flying, but due from the exhaustion, I was full of tired today.
”Hilton Arc de Triomphe Paris Hotel, 51-57 rue de Courcelles, please,” Yunho says to the cab driver, and handed him a little slip where the directions were written. I take the pamphlets, which were translated to Korean, from his lap and peer into the folded flaps. It seemed that this was a five star hotel with 463 rooms with 24 suites.
Ugh…fuck you, Yunho. How the hell am I supposed to pay you back with a luxurious hotel such as this?
I didn’t need to stay in such an expensive hotel just to stay in Paris. It wasn’t like I was going to be staying in the hotel most of the time anyway. But Yunho was always one with the higher quality of taste and he loved extravagant things. It made me curious because as fancy as his apartment was, I wondered why he settled on an apartment when he could live somewhere bigger and fancier.
“Are you sure it’s okay to go there? I’m sure there are cheaper hotels in France,” I mutter shyly, not wanting to look at the taxi driver because let’s face it. I was excited, but I forgot the fact that people in France did not speak Korean.
Duh.
“You’re asking me that when I’ve already booked us the suite,” a laugh, “It’s not like you’re going to be here often. Why waste such a fine opportunity in a shabby hotel?” Yunho responded with a shrug, shoving the address back into his pocket. “And I know what you’re thinking. You’re not paying me back.”
“Buying me a book or a hotdog is one thing but this is an entirely different story!” I raise my voice slightly, by accident, and the driver stared at me as if I’ve pissed him off of some sort. Tch. I wasn’t looking at him now, was I? <- not pissy
“How are you going to pay me back for a suite and everything else we’re going to do?” He asked back, challengingly. I wanted to shave his eyebrows off so bad because the intimidating, attractive arch was really pissing and throwing me off. “I thought so,” a chuckle.
“I-I’d pay you back eventually. I’m not poor to that extent,” I pout in a small voice. “I could’ve totally afforded my ticket, you know.”
“I know baby.”
“Fine, don’t take me seriously.” I gave him a mocking huff and scooted on over to the other side of the car while the vehicle was still moving.
The kiddy, emo pout he gave me was so worth it though.
You’d think the grand hotel would’ve made me feel like happy like some prince and I’d be marveling in the gorgeous sight of the structure (well that part I did). But as amazed as I was, I suddenly felt so out of place. Yes, the place was beautiful and for a second, as we entered the double doors, I didn’t want to ruin the polished glossy floor with my ‘oh so low class’ sneakers. Yunho had to practically usher me towards the front counter and I kept myself hidden shyly behind him while people stared at me, and ironically, not at Yunho. I suppose it was because he was dressed in one of his fancy suits again. I don’t understand it either. He said it was just going to be the two of us this whole week alone. So what was the point of bringing work clothes at all?
My mind kept on drifting onto other things and I was practically rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet, trying to ignore the stares of everyone else around me, while Yunho talked to the employees in the front desk. Shouldn’t they be used to foreigners by now to not be so curious? My whole body suddenly felt uncomfortable, and I found myself shuddering, and it wasn’t from the cool air of the night or in the chilly hotel.
“Come on, Joongie, lets go,” Yunho’s voice broke me out of my deep thoughts, and I nodded hesitantly as the bell boys came by to pick up our luggage.
“Oh, okay.”
I felt even more uncomfortable the entire way when the younger, scrawny looking, bell boy lead us to our suite. He kept on sneaking glances at me, and I didn’t want to be rude, but I really wanted to lash out at him in Korean, telling him to stop fucking staring. I probably should. Then he’d be afraid and leave me alone. But before I could, Yunho beat me to the punch, by opening the door and pushing me in. He turned to the boy and from what I could hear, a low,
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stare at my boyfriend like he’s a piece of meat. I’m sure you have kids your own age to have improper thoughts about.”
I stared at their interaction, tilting my head, with a huge question mark settled above my head. Whatever he said to the bell boy worked, because the next thing I knew, he was stuttering a bunch of ‘sorry’s and quickly carrying the luggage into the room. He snuck a couple of quick peeks at me as I stared at him clueless thought, not knowing what the hell was going on.
”You shouldn’t think about it. He’s way out of your league.” Yunho smirked, slapped the tip in his palm, and shut the door in the bell boy’s quivering face.
“Yah, what did you say to him?” I demanded, slapping at Yunho’s arm. “He seemed scared out of his wits.”
“Nothing. He should be lucky he even got a tip.” I maintain the confused stare, and he sighed, and pushed me deeper into the suite. “Go on, explore. I’ll get our stuff settled in.”
“A-Are you sure? I want to help, especially when we’re dealing with my things.”
“Don’t be so humble, baby. Go on. In the meantime you should look around,” He said, kissing me on my cheek before bringing some of our luggage towards the closet by the bed.
“O-Okay…thanks.”
My head wandered from side to side, gaping at the beautiful suite. I could practically live here! I’m normally not a hard person to please anyway.
Omo!
There’s even a balcony!
Aaaaaah!
Rushing over and sliding the glass door open, I gasped at the stunning landscape, the display robbing me of my breath. With a quick turn and half dash towards the closet, where Yunho was still unloading our belongings, I dug into one of my suitcases and fished for my camera. The whole time Yunho was staring at me like I’ve gone crazy, but he settled for a chuckle and a shake of his head, as I rushed back out towards the balcony to take pictures.
I had officially decided that I was going to come out here every night until our last stay here. The landscape looked so peaceful and I could feel the atmosphere and energy of Paris seeping into me. This was so much better than being surrounded by French people that stared at you as if you were from another planet. I swear, being out here, was like another world. In a way, a different country did feel like a different planet to me.
I definitely planned on doing a lot more traveling in the future. I wanted to see the world, and as I’m sure Yunho probably done a bunch of that in his lifetime, I wanted to have my chance. Maybe one day when my restaurants made a name for it I could possibly spread the love of Kim Jaejoong’s Gourmet and I’d have the opportunity to travel. There was no doubt about the fact that I loved food. I loved cooking it and I loved to eat the hell out of it. What a great opportunity it would be…
to fly country to country, eating different kinds of food they had to offer.
Ergh…I guess its best I actually learn some English before I do any of that. I don’t know what I’ve not bothered to learn it properly and thoroughly. Yunho seemed to have it easy, making his way around The States and now here in France. But I mean, out of all honesty and jealousy, if you knew English, you could pretty much make it anywhere. Of course English was a universal language, and as I did learn a bit in middle school, I was always determined in just passing it and getting it over with. It wasn’t the fact that it was hard, I just didn’t think I would need it, knowing that I would probably stay in South Korea for the rest of my life - no thanks to my mother.
Yunho and Yoochun were raised in the states for a good seven years so that would explain their fluency in the language. I need to do some self studying…maybe practice conversing with Yoochun in English because, frankly, I did not want to sound like a dumbass in front of Yunho. Maybe then, when I finally become fluent, I can understand him whenever he says something I don’t understand.
I sigh dreamily to myself at the scenery as I continue to take a couple of more pictures. Around 20 minutes of praising the scenery and taking pictures like a crazy tourist, I decide to head back in and see how Yunho’s doing with the unpacking. When I entered, he was still unpacking, and I immediately felt guilty. Besides, I wouldn’t want him digging too far into my suitcase.
“Its okay, Yunho, let me take over from here. You should go wash up for dinner,” I said, bending down to push my nearly empty suitcase into the closet.
“Do you want to go out and eat or do you want to order room service?”
He didn’t listen to what I said about letting me take over, in fact, he ended up unpacking faster. I’ll bet it was so that I wouldn’t have to unpack as much. Ergh. I felt spoiled rotten and I didn’t like that feeling one bit.
“Let’s stay in.”
“Really?”
“What? Do you want to go out?” I ask back, raising an eyebrow of my own. “I don’t mind if you want to.”
“Nah, we should go to bed earlier. I have the pamphlets so you can take a look to see where you want to go first tomorrow,” Yunho says, reaching over to his suitcase and pulling out a wad of pamphlets of tourist attractions over to me.
I murmur quick thanks as I eagerly took the pamphlets from him and started reading. We were both silent for awhile, before I started small talk and we conversed that way until Yunho finished unpacking. As I was still drawn into the pamphlets, Yunho announced that he was going to call room service. He received a non existent nod from me as he kissed the top of my forehead and walked around the bed to pick up the phone to order.
Wow…
There was the Arc de Triomphe, Louvre Museum, Notre Dame Cathedral, Sacre Coeur, Avenue des Champs-Élysées and Oh God…the legendary Eiffel Tower!
Trying to contain my excitement, I had to be sure to save the Eiffel Tower for last. I’ve seen this beauty structure in movies and documentaries for far too long. And now I finally get to be there, in the flesh, without having to mope with the sorry singles. I didn’t have to cry and want to stab the actors on screen for having to experience the lovey dovey experience in the city of love (even if it was acting). And I absolutely couldn’t wait till I finally got to see the rest of Paris from the top. As much as I couldn’t wait, I knew I was determined to save that for last.
Ugh, I know it sounds barf-worthy corny, it isn’t a feeling I could help holding back. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. It just seemed too surreal to be true. I didn’t think I’d ever snag the opportunity to be in Paris with the man I love.
My stomach growls loudly after several minutes, and I shoot a quick look towards Yunho, to see his chuckles turn to laughter.
“YAH! Shut up! Shut up!” I reach over the bed and start smacking his shoulder with the stack of pamphlets. “I-It’s not funny!”
“I’m sorry Jae. It’s just that…it’s so typical of you. You’re always hungry,” He continues to laugh as he crawled onto the bed beside me. I shot him a fierce glare, but he didn’t seem phased whatsoever. “I’m just wondering where all that food goes.”
“You know very well where it goes.”
“In the black hole that is your stomach?”
“…”
“I’m sorry. I ordered dinner through room service. They shan’t be long your hungry highness. ”
“I don’t know what you said, but I don’t like it.”
“How can you not like something you don’t understand?” He laughs, and scoots closer towards me. “What about Jaejoong, I want you?”
“Flattery gets you nowhere, baby.” I roll my eyes, and direct my attention back to the brochure, but Yunho was really pushing me when he started nibbling at my ear and under. “Y-Yah! Yunnie! I’m trying to read this thing. Do you mind?”
The one that that bugged the shit out of me was Yunho’s sudden newfound habit of whispering shit to me I didn’t understand. But the moment I heard want, fuck, beautiful and baby, the next thing I knew, my pamphlets were tossed off to the side and I was with an armful of my boyfriend.
I don’t know if it’s the Paris atmosphere or the lovey oxygen I’ve inhaled but I suddenly felt so in the mood. This whole fucking sappy city of love shit was really getting to me. And I hated to say this but I really wanted to have sex. Like - now. Even if room service was going to come knocking on our door, I probably wouldn’t even cared if we ever got caught. Or, I should put a sock on the doorknob. That…usually means ‘do not disturb’ right?
Within a couple of seconds, I was already climbing into Yunho’s lap and plundering what I could of his mouth with mine. Paris may have gotten to me, but I was in no mood for slow thrusting and whispers of sweet nothings in my ear sex.
The palms of Yunho’s hands seemed to agree with me, caressing my sides roughly with fingers digging hard into my hips, pulling me closer towards his stomach. We were in the midst of heavy groping, rubbing and an intriguing game of tongue hockey, until Yunho’s hips jerked against mine. I uttered out a breathy moan as one of my hands slid up, gripping at random sections of his back…
and the mood was instantly killed the moment Yunho’s cell phone rang out.
“Ugh…sorry. I’ll turn it off, I swear,” Yunho muttered, upset, as he pulled his cell out of his pocket. I snuck a glimpse of his screen and I felt my heart sink downwards and into my stomach. I recognized that name and that was one of his clients. Surely Yunho wouldn’t think about taking on a case during our week alone, was he? “Hold on, I have to take this.”
I shot him a pointed look as I raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll get rid of him, I promise.” Yunho assured me as he lightly lifted me off of him and grabbed his phone again before swinging his legs off the edge of the bed.
“Do you need to leave the room to do that?” I had to question him, because honestly, my suspicions couldn’t be put to rest. But I couldn’t sound snappy since I was in no mood to start another argument. After we made up, sure we’ve had some arguments and disagreements here and there, mostly about the way he handled work and his relationship with me. But we’ve always come to an agreement that relationships weren’t meant to be a picnic. So we knew how to work our way around these kinds of situations. Yunho deserved every penny of what he earned and what can I say? A lot of people are indebted to him. I couldn’t be any prouder.
“I’ll be back,” He whispered, kissing me on the forehead, and heading off.
I gripped him by the neck and kissed him thoroughly on the mouth before I let him go. I’d assume that he’d get what I meant. Come back right when you’re done or else.
Room service happened to be at the door when he opened it to step out, so my thoughts about Yunho’s client was gone the moment the food’s scent zipped into my nose. I practically leapt out and almost jumped at the man, nearly scaring him out of his shiny black shoes. I thanked him and pushed the cart back in and plopped onto one of the luxurious fluffy seats in the living room, waiting for Yunho to come back.
After what seemed like forever, more like 30 minutes later, Yunho still hadn’t returned. Even if the food was going to get cold, I heaved myself off the seat and as quietly as I could, I crept over to the door and opened it slowly. Yunho still seemed to be in deep conversation with his client and I knew it was probably pretty serious. The person couldn’t wait at least six days or so, could he?
Yunho turned around and saw me peeking curiously at him and I felt bad the moment he dismissed himself from the conversation and hung up.
“Y-Yah…you didn’t have to do that,” I said, pushing him away from the door. “You can still talk. It must be important.”
“No it’s really nothing. I told him I’d handle it in person when I came back from Paris,” Yunho said, enveloping me into his arms as he led us back into the suite.
And there it was - as soon as I felt my heart drop to my stomach, I was almost positive that it floated back up into my chest. I was back in corny mode and my mind was pretty much on cloud nine. I still couldn’t believe what I heard and saw. It was incredibly rare for Yunho to be acting like that - most specifically when it had to do with work. With a big smile and glistening eyes of happiness, I let myself be led further into the suite, with my hopes bigger than ever.
We never got around to the rough sexing last night since I was much too exhausted after the flight and the dinner (which by the way, left me completely satisfied - food wise). Too bad, I never got around to worrying about the intake of calories. Not to mention the fact that I hogged that soufflé all to myself.
I don’t think my morning could have started any better. I woke up to a suite that was much less freezing than my apartment. I had my boyfriend in bed with me, kissing me, loving me so good.
My body had been long drenched in pearls of sweat and the sensible and humble side of me felt slightly guilty for soaking the sheets with my sex stench. But that train of thought was lost when Yunho kissed me again, angling his hips and steadily thrusting in, instantly tearing a pleasure filled cry from my lips. My fingers grip insistently into his hair, and my back jerks upwards, arching against him and off the bed as my morning orgasm tears through my body - leaving me in an overwhelming haze. My limbs grew numb and my toes gripped at the sheets below my feet as I fell stiff. Yunho continued to hold my quivering body and he never stopped pushing into me until I finished coming. I lift my bent arms over my head in exhaustion, trying to catch my breath as Yunho tried to catch his. He was about to pull out, when I reached for his face, bringing him into our ritual of soft and leisure kisses.
“The longer you keep me inside you, the less time you’ll have to explore the city. I can guarantee you that much,” He chuckles, and kisses me thoroughly before sliding out of me and flopping onto his back.
“Is it weird to point out the fact that we had sex in Paris?” I sigh, lazily rolling onto him, throwing a leg over his.
“No, you’re just pointing out the obvious.”
“You know what would be awesome?”
Yunho threw me a questioning look…well…he looked intrigued enough.
“You…making love to me on the Eiffel.” I joked, giving him a goofy grin. He suddenly burst out laughing, the vibrations from his chest hitting rippling at my cheeks.
“Mnh…that’s badass - and kind of hot. I think we should do it.” Yunho looked up, as did I, and I gaped at his contemplating face.
“HUH?”
“Getting arrested in style suits us well, doesn’t it? We can be the first daring couple that has fucked in one of the greatest engineering masterpieces ever built in the world.”
That lecherous creeper!look on his face was raining the heebie jeebie vibes throughout my body. I wasn’t turned on.
At all.
Um…
Should I break up with him now or…?
The rest of the week played out almost perfectly. There were random times when Yunho wore his work clothes but most of the time we left the suite, I made sure he wore his regular clothes. Although it took me begging on my knees to get him to wear the casuals, he eventually agreed. It still bothered me when he changed into his suits and it still bothered me when he left me for a while to talk on his phone for over 30 minutes. But I guess even if we were here together, everyone deserves the right to privacy.
Every passing day, we attended to every tourist site that I’ve requested. I’ve always mapped out a plan before the next morning and I always made sure my camera was loaded with pictures for me to marvel at when I got back. I was a bit intimidated outside of the suite, but gradually, I became used to it. Yunho taught me several English phrases so that I wouldn’t have such a hard time while dealing with the English speakers out there (which was practically almost everyone). I mean how common was it to find another Korean speaking person around here? It was harder than English - that was for sure.
It was strange though. Whenever we dined out, he was always with me, but whenever we decided to stick with the food that room service offered, he would excuse himself and he wouldn’t come back until and hour or two later. But tonight was the third to last day of our trip, and as much as it saddened me that this was coming to an end, I was even more thrilled for Eiffel Tower night. I couldn’t stop raving to Yunho about it and I think he was getting tired of hearing about it. As usual, we both knew this week was all about the two of us, he claimed that it was mostly about me but I prefer to see it as our rare alone time without his work or anything else in the way.
I felt like running down to the spa for a quick relaxation rub down. I was so overwhelmed with the sight seeing and exploring we’ve been doing, I couldn’t believe I haven’t gone down there yet! I remembered to ask Yunho if he wanted to come with me but he was never into spas - especially when it came to being touched by strangers.
I shake my head, and sighed, mumbling something along the lines of missing out as I kissed him goodbye and left the suite. Making use of my memorization of the hotel map and Yunho’s mini English lessons, I found my way to the spa and nearly skipped-ran towards the heaven that is SPAA. I wanted a massage so badlyy!
When my special treatment in heaven was over, my stomach grumbled in protest, and I assume it was time for dinner. I figured after a luxurious time basking in the goodness of the spa, it would make me feel worse if I were to dine at some extravagant restaurant. With a relaxed and tense free body and a crisp fresh cut face, I quickly made my way to our suite, excited to be ordering dinner with Yunho. I know, something weird to look forward to, but I guess when I’m so happy like this, pleasing me isn’t so hard.
I notice the door to our suite was only half opened, and I prepare a lecture for Yunho in my mind ahead of time, to remember to lock the door at all times. I understand that I didn’t bring my cell phone or key with me but would it kill him to be more responsible? Of course, me being happy, I’m still not angry over a little flaw like this. I reach for the door handle, and as I’m about to push it open, the sound of another man’s voice boomed out of nowhere, startling me for a moment.
“Yunho, you’ve got to help me with this case. I didn’t fly to Paris for nothing, you know.”
“I told you, now’s not the best time for me. I’ve been meeting up with you this entire week so far. I’ve agreed to fly to Paris to assist you. I’m not your lawyer this time, remember? This whole time my boyfriend thinks this weeks been planned out, exclusively, just the two of us.” Yunho’s voice sounded stern, but the man didn’t seem to be taking the news very well.
“Killing two birds with one stone huh?”
“It’s not like that.”
“That’s exactly how it looks like. Huh. Oh, I get it. Didn’t you tell me you were going to come here with your boyfriend in the summer? Your summers jam and packed with cases you’ve recently accepted, and you haven’t told him yet. So therefore, you’re killing two birds with one stone by bringing him here and working at the same time.” The man laughed. “You’ve always been one hell of a multitasker. I don’t know why you bother yourself with relationships when it’s clearly obvious that you’re married to your work.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YOU?! JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” Yunho’s voice grew angry as he yelled, and I heard something in the suite crash. He had probably thrown something against the wall. But my mind was too fogged up and my heart was pounding fiercely against my chest.
I knew it.
FUCKING HELL I KNEW IT!
I knew I found it strange when he packed his suits for the trip. He probably had to meet up with the guy’s lawyer to assist him in whatever his case was about. No wonder he had been absent for a couple of hours during the days we were back from shopping and sight seeing. But the thing that pissed me off the most was…just…ugh!
There he fucking goes again; getting himself involved in something that had nothing to do with him. Fucking Jung Yunho the fucking saint that will put his relationship on the line to save some…some asswipe. That man didn’t seem like a nice guy either, so why was Yunho sacrificing his relationship for him?
Did I not matter at all?
When was he going to tell me?
Was he ever going to tell me?
I can’t believe he did this to me. He knew Paris was important to me. I thought I made it clear that this trip was almost everything I’ve ever wanted. I wanted to spend the perfect week with him with no interruptions and yes, so he had a few calls from work. But there’s a difference between coming to Paris and spending a romantic getaway week with your lover AND having your lover under the impression of a romantic getaway when you were really helping an ex-client/friend/whatever on a fucking case.
I would’ve told him that I forgave him and we could wait until the summer. Oh, no. We couldn’t do that either because he wasn’t going to have a break during the summertime after all! Oh great! That’s just so perfect now, isn’t it?! My own boyfriend doesn’t think about me when he makes his decisions with work when all I ever do is think about him - even if I also have a dream to fulfill, I love him just as much so I willingly make room for him. But why
won’t he make room for me?
Am I really that much of an inconvenience?
I felt like the obligation again.
Fuck!
I don’t want to be here anymore…
I want to go home…
I want to go home -
I look up and realize that I’ve been walking...running...wandering aimlessly around the streets of Paris.
What…
When…
When the hell did I ever leave the hotel?
I must’ve been so consumed in my thoughts and emotions that my body subconsciously knew I wanted to get out of there. And now that I was out of there...
Oh.
OH.
Oh this is just fan fucking fantastic!
I wanted to laugh like a maniac, pull at my hair and scream my frustrations out. I wanted to scare the fucking shit out of the happy lovey dovey passer bys that came my way or ever so much as kissed and hugged each other in front of me. I wanted to take a hold of the smiles of their faces and tear them apart. I wanted to rip the longing look in their eyes out of their fucking sockets. I wanted to rob them of the happiness they had because I didn’t have it for myself. But I realized that even if I did that, it still wouldn’t stop them from being happy.
Why couldn’t I be loved like this?
Why couldn’t I have people staring jealously at me, wishing that they had what I had?
Why was I always the one that had to envy everyone else?
I didn’t even have the energy to feel embarrassed, even when I looked like some pathetic psychotic foreign fool running down the street in a craze. My cheeks were streaked with running tears. My eyes were glossy and my vision was hopelessly blurred, the light from the lights and lamp posts bouncing off my pupils. The lights were beaming, contrasting from the dark and crisp night, creating the perfect scenery for two people in love. The only problem was that I was standing on the side of the street, crying my pathetic eyes out, not understanding a single word the French people were saying to me
feeling so heartbroken
and so utterly
lost.
A/N: OHNOJAEJOONGISLOSTINPARIS!