[fic] trick; 02a
Title: Trick
Author: sexineko
Genre: Romance/Drama
Chapter: 02a
Length: undecided - chaptered
Pairing: Jaeho (seme!jae, uke!ho)
Rating: PG-13 for language, for now at least.
Summary: They say you choose to be gay, some believe its genetic, some say its sin and some don’t believe in being gay. So what happens when you create a singing group who is supposedly gay?
Un-beta’d this time. Sorry for the mistakes~ >.<
Title/Group name once again goes credit to MisanMirin. This chapter will be in Yunho’s POV. Now that we know what Jae thinks, let’s delve a little in to Yunho’s mind ne?
Ah and one more thing, the POV changes to Junsu’s towards the end when his part is explained. So don’t let that confuse you. I hope this doesn’t cause any inconvenience.
Enjoy~ ^^
Chapter Two
Ninety-nine, one hundred, I sigh loudly and sit up, throwing the blankets off of me. Counting sheep didn’t work, singing to sleep didn’t work either, and I sigh again because I knew what would put me to sleep.
I leave my room and stand in front of JaeJoong’s door. My hand lingers on the door knob and I wonder if he’s sleeping. I could never sleep whenever we argued, I hated going to bed angry, leaving issues unresolved. I quietly open the door and I see his figure curled up tightly in to a ball on the bed. I softly close the door and sit besides him on the bed.
Lots of people say I’m gorgeous, beautiful but the only person I ever thought was gorgeous was JaeJoong. Gorgeous, beautiful, ethereal, those words didn’t do justice, not when he was concerned. He had this aura about him that drew people in; I don’t think he even realizes it.
In the beginning I knew this would be hard, I knew the road would be long but with him by my side, it didn’t look so bad. That was before feelings became an issue in our relationship. During our trainee years it was all new and exciting. Our debut was coming up and knowing that we were doing something great, something that actually meant something gave me strength and pride. Then we had to start practicing our couple act and that’s where things got… complicating.
His kisses were addicting and exhilarating. Maybe it was the whole first kiss thing, maybe it was because it was so forbidden, so wrong that it felt so right. I knew I was making it hard for him, I knew that my own pride and stupidity got in the way but I wasn’t sure how else to present myself. I found myself getting lost in him and it terrified me.
There were moments where I wanted to pull him close and never let him go and there was the moments when I wanted to push him as far away from me as possible because I wasn’t suppose to be feeling all this, it was all suppose to be an act so why did my heart flutter whenever I heard his laugh?
I sigh deeply and cautiously ran my fingers through his hair. JaeJoong’s hair was always so soft and always smelled like a mix of vanilla and lavender; it always reminded me of home.
Moonlight was flittering in though the window giving JaeJoong a soft glow, dark hair was spread across the pillow contrasting with pale skin.
God you're beautiful.
There were worry lines on his face and I felt my heart constrict slightly. Everyone strived for perfection and when they glanced at him perfection is what they would think but if you asked me, I thought Jae was beautiful because he wasn’t perfect. He’s callous, too honest, and he treaded a thin line between flirting and friendship dangerously. It’s what made him so wonderful.
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” JaeJoong’s soft voice broke through my musings and I gazed at him startled.
“How long were you awake?” I asked nervously, clearing my throat, trying to get rid of the lump that suddenly settled there.
“I wasn’t asleep to begin with.” JaeJoong says as he gazed at me through half lidded eyes. His eyes were carefully blank, trying not to let me see the hurt I knew he was feeling. I sigh and gaze down at my lap, my hands fidgeting nervously as I tried to grasp the words that wanted to come out of my mouth.
“I’m sorry for earlier” I started softly, my eyes flittering around the room nervously, “I … I know Changmin was in the wrong and I didn’t want to face it. I really wanted him to accept this…” I trailed off as I felt my tears prickling in my eyes. Now was not the time to start crying I thought angrily.
I felt the bed shift, legs settled on either side of me, arms encircling my waist as his head settled on my shoulder and I all but melted in to the embrace. His arms were strong and sturdy around me; I could feel his breath softly graze my neck and the urge to cry, to just let go got stronger.
I closed my eyes tightly, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, became a mantra in my head but I felt my resolve breaking, JaeJoong's voice saying it’s okay to cry, and I was letting go, my hands covering my face as sobs wracked my body.
Why was everything so confusing? Why did everything always have to hurt?
JaeJoong slowly maneuvered us until I was straddling his lap, my head buried in the crook of his neck as his hands softly ran through my hair. He was the only person I would ever act like this in front of, the only one I felt comfortable enough to do so. There was no judgment, no criticism in his eyes, just warmth and understanding.
“I’m sorry” I murmured over and over against his neck and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck.
I heard JaeJoong sigh and press his cheek against my head, “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.” He said softly, pressing a kiss against my hair.
I pulled back and stared at him, my breath caught in my throat as he smiled softly, his thumbs wiping away my tears and I look away bashfully. Always making me feel like a girl, I thought with a pout.
“Lets go to bed, we have to be up early for practice” I murmured and made a move to get up, only to be stopped by hands firmly grasping my hips, keeping me in place. I stared back at him questioningly and he just smiled once again.
“Sleep with me tonight?”
I blushed at the images that brought up, images I fiercely batted away and blushed deeper when he laughed, husky and deep and I suppressed a shiver.
“Naughty boy, wanna have make up sex?” JaeJoong said huskily, his eyes and smile wicked, twinkling with mirth.
“Stupid pervert” I grumble out and push him back, ignoring his oh feisty tonight, and settle down besides him, willing my blush to go away.
We settle underneath the blankets, JaeJoong arms wrapped firmly around me as I snuggle against him with my head tucked underneath his head. I hum contently and thought there’s nothing better than cuddling with JaeJoong as my eyes closed.
The next moment my eyes snap open and I pinch him hard as I felt his hands wander south.
“Is that a no?” JaeJoong asks and for a moment I blinked confused, then I remembered his earlier comment and I blushed deeply, again. I pinch him harder making him yelp. I smile in satisfaction and burrow deeper.
“Alright alright” JaeJoong grumbled but I felt the smile in his voice and I drifted off to sleep, warmth and safety surrounding me.
*
I collapse on to the floor and lean heavily against the mirrors covering the walls. Tired. Home. Those were the only thoughts that I could think of. My body ached, tired from all the dancing, my throat parched and irritated from all the singing we’ve done.
A loud and deep laugh interrupted my thoughts and I opened my tired eyes to look at the figure standing no less than a foot from me. JaeJoong was a ray of sunshine and energy, bouncing--quite literally--off the walls. I honestly didn’t have a clue as to how he had so much energy, maybe it was that coffee he had earlier…
Then Jae’s face turned towards me, a glint in his eyes and a wide grin on his smile and he was charging right at me. Before I could make a move to get up and out of his way he was straddling my lap with that same grin on his face.
“Yunho-yah~” JaeJoong sang my name out. I suppressed a sigh and raised an eye brow at him in question.
“I’m hungry.” He continued with a pout.
“And I’m tired.” I countered, knowing he wanted to go out to eat.
“But Yunnie” He whined low in his throat, lips jutting out in a pout. Damnit, he knows I can’t resist when he does that.
“We aren’t going to go out to eat, what we are going to do is go home and grab a snack and go to bed.” I said stubbornly, glancing away at his puppy eyes. Resist Yunho, come on.
“But I can’t sleep when I’m hungry and if I can’t sleep you can’t sleep. It won’t be long, just half an hour or so, come on please?” JaeJoong pleaded eyes wide and pout still firmly in place.
“Fine” I ground out with a defeated sigh. No point trying to resist Jae anyway.
With a whoop of joy and a kiss to my cheek, he jumped off my lap and grabbed my hand; pulling me towards the door, grabbing our things on our way, randomly screaming out a goodbye as we left the studio.
Whirlwind. That’s what Jae was, a whirlwind. I struggled to keep up with his speed, a groan of pain escaping my lips as my tired muscles worked overtime and my arm practically was ripped out of its socket from an over enthusiastic JaeJoong.
We arrived at a Korean restaurant five minutes later and were situated and happily ordering food. The thought of a good Korean meal appealed to me more than I thought and silently I praised JaeJoong for his restaurant choice. Not that I would mention it out loud, don’t want to give blow his ego up even more.
Without me saying anything though, I knew JaeJoong knew how happy I was the minute our food arrived. Living together for so long, working and breathing the same environment had its disadvantages at times like these, you could never hide anything from the other.
JaeJoong gave me a knowing grin but refrained from saying anything. I just grumbled and we set to eating. I sighed contently and resisted the urge to purr. How long had it been since they had Korean food? Years, the last time had been when their contract was made and then they were so busy training all they ever ate was fast food.
Twenty minutes in to the meal and I finally noticed all the hostile stares directed at us. I glared at everyone that was giving us stares and mostly everyone turned away, except for this one girl, she seemed to be around our age, with pretty brown hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were big and wide, the kind in animations and had these cute pouty lips--although they didn’t compare to my Jae’s--overall she was an attractive girl but the glare in her eyes, the distain she was looking at us with turned me off completely.
I looked at JaeJoong and noticed he was shifting a bit restlessly in his seat. So he noticed as well huh? Well I guess it’s hard not to, practically everyone in the restaurant was giving off a displeased vibe.
That’s when I felt it, that weird churning in my stomach and the world spun a bit, the edges blackening a bit before coming back in to focus. I distantly heard JaeJoong calling my name but I felt weak and his voice seemed so far.
Jae? What’s wrong with me?
My vision was spinning, the world went in and out of focus and my stomach churned some more, making me nauseous and I felt the food we just ate coming back up, lingering at the back of my throat as I tried to hold it back.
I felt warm hands touching my face, softly calling my name and I tried to concentrate on it. That voice, it was JaeJoong’s wasn’t it? I tried to call his name out but all that came out was a whimper and a groan as I finally pushed his hand aside and fell out of my chair as I threw up everything I ate today. A pain shot through my body and I tried not to scream as I felt my strength give away and when I expected the hard floor, I was met with warm arms and I panicked voice reaching my ears.
“Yunho? Damnit, fucking answer me!” JaeJoong’s angry, panicked voice yelled.
“I don’t feel so good Jae…” I managed to say as my abdominal area flared up in pain. I moaned and clutched tightly to JaeJoong’s arms, or what I was assuming were his arms. I heard shouts and then I felt the world tilt a bit and then we were moving. I opened my eyes, hazy and trying to fight the oncoming nausea and realized I was on JaeJoong’s back, as he ran hastily towards what I assumed was the hospital. The running was doing no good for my stomach or the pain and I clutched more tightly, whimpering in pain.
“Hold on baby, we’re almost there” JaeJoong said in between pants.
All I could was moan in pain and thank whatever god was out there when blackness finally enveloped my vision.
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broken in to two parts, part two here =_=