You Are My Drug Part 1

Jul 08, 2013 20:27





Length: Oneshot

Pairing: YunJae

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AU, romance, smutty goodness

Summary: Yunho ducks into the pharmacy to get his prescription filled and also to take some cover from the downpour about to rain down the streets of Seoul. Lo and behold, behind the counter sitting on a stool is a man. A man too hot for his own good…



A/N: I will be posting up the rest of it as I edit.
Give me a shout out on twitter if you're waiting. This thing is extremely massive and smutty. Smut, smut, smutty.

Part 1

Yunho hurried across a barren street in Seoul, pulling his leather jacket tighter around his body as another whipping gust of wind barreled into him from the side. He winced, fingers digging into the hide in an effort to keep it in place. Above the clouds in the sky grew threateningly darker, promising to wreak havoc on any poor soul daring to get caught wandering about this late in the evening. They loomed over the Earth like a tiger stalking its prey. The innocent victim aware of the drawing danger yet unable to escape, for there was nearly no place it could run. Leaves were torn from trees and scattered across the roads as another heavy wind blew, bending the branches and snapping twigs as easily one would a toothpick.

Rubber soles bounced across the dingy asphalt as Yunho decided to break out into a run, eyes finally catching sight of the Pharmacy store front he had been aiming for. The block sign hanging on a post extended from its storefront, swung back and forth in the fearsome wind, threatening to fly free and crash into the brick wall on the opposite side. He paid the sign little heed however, sniffling audibly before grabbing for the door and pulling it open. A jingle of bells resonated as he stepped over the threshold, door slamming shut behind him.

Once safely inside the dry and well lit store, Yunho let his arms fall to his sides before bending over to catch his breath, heart pounding in his chest like blacksmith would an anvil. Steadily he drew large even breathes through his nose, taking the time to unzip his jacket before tilting his head sideways to gaze out through the window as a traffic light swung dangerously at the visible intersection, almost as if destined to fall and shatter into millions of pieces.

The rain had yet to make an appearance but standing there sniffling, Yunho knew that any given second the heavens would unleash a mammoth of a storm, dispatching a torrent of rain to beset the streets like a general at war. Raindrops the size of marbles would fall to their deaths slamming hard against the concrete sidewalks and barreling against the roofs of numerous establishments creating a fearsome melody in the wake of the tumult.

Feeling lucky for having escaped an undesirable shower, Yunho straightened up and cracked his back, allowing the joints in his body to resume their regular alignment. Then digging his hand into the pocket of his denim jeans, he wrapped his fingers around the balled up prescription that had made a home for itself in the depths of a corner. He had to rummage a little, digging his nails into the crease of the corner to get it out. After all, that wasn’t the only thing in there. Lots of odds and ends had ended up becoming permanent residents in his jeans. And after a couple of washes, even managed to morph into the fabric and become one with the denim weave.

Brow scrunched in effort, Yunho finally was able to get a good grip on the balled up paper. He pulled it free, wincing as his eyes took in the poor state it was in. If anything, the crinkled up prescription looked as if it had survived a world war. Scars of its battered existence littered the surface. Even a corner was bent back, a tear evident. In addition the imprint of his house keys had somehow managed to etch themselves into the wrinkled and worn surface.

This would not do.

In an effort to make it look more presentable, Yunho tried to smooth it out against his leg. Tongue lolling out and brow furrowed in concentration as his fingers worked hard at trying in a futile attempt to bring back the prescription to its former glory.

It was a valiant attempt.

However no amount of smoothing, pulling and pinching was going to result in success.

Realizing that fact, Yunho grunted to himself dejectedly. Knowing he was about to be judged for his ill kept belongings by a grumpy old man. Maybe even lectured at for his troubles.

Resigned to his fate he hung his head, letting it rest for a minute on his chest before grudgingly heading to the counter at the back of the small pharmacy. In small increments he lifted his head, pace starting to slow as his eyes flashed at the sight up ahead. Behind the counter instead of a pudgy, balding old man was a much younger one sitting on a stool behind a flat screen computer, pen trapped between his teeth as his fingers ran across the keyboard like a seasoned veteran. In his shock Yunho missed a step, tripping and almost colliding with the shelf of female hygiene products. Horrified at the fact, he briskly stepped away, leaning to the other side where the sale items were of a far less threatening nature. Once sure of his footing he let his eyes quickly jump back to the slender man, a sense of relief washing over him as the other had yet to notice his rather clumsy entrance.

Using the moment graciously granted to him, Yunho silently observed the man to his fill.

The first thing his gaze traveled to was the set of peachy lips fastened tightly around the pen in his mouth, the skin of his cheeks smooth and alabaster white. Black rimmed glasses sat snugly over an angelic nose while large ebony eyes stared out through them, transfixed to the screen. Fine black hair, seemingly velvet to the touch, adored his crown, tendrils of it falling into his face and line of sight. A long sleeved tee adored his frame, the pattern unique and well suited to his appearance.

All in all a marvel to behold.

Yunho swallowed, memorizing the face of the man he had yet to put a name to. It was more than obvious to him that he found himself attracted to this nameless creature……even though he had never had such intense feelings for a person of the same gender as he. Sure, he had experimented with his sexuality in the beginnings of college life. Making out while heavily intoxicated and going as far as actually having sex. It was all good, however when completely sober he just didn’t feel any such pulls on his fancy. There were barely any instances where he’d been interested enough in a guy to pursue a relationship.

That was the reason as to why he mostly stuck to women.

Of course if there was an extremely good looking guy in one of his lecture halls, Yunho stared the fuck out of him.

It was just the way he was wired.

If he felt attracted to someone, he went after them. Plain and simple as that. It just hadn’t happened yet. Not towards a man at least.

That is…until just a few seconds ago.

Yunho swallowed the accumulating saliva in his mouth, sniffling to boot as he continued to gawk. This was the first time he’d ever found himself completely mesmerized by a fellow man. To such an extent where putting one foot in front of the other was a memory he had to really push himself to recall. Gulping like a child, he looked back at the prescription in his hand.

Well…so much for good impressions.

There was little he could do about the matter. So taking a deep breath, Yunho cleared his head of any misgivings and boldly approached the counter, prescription clutched firmly in his grasp.

“Hello,” he smiled wildly, showing off his brilliantly white set of teeth. “I’d like to have this filled.”

It seemed as if the midnight sky itself were looking back at him, Yunho thought as he stared into a set of large onyx eyes. The man straightened up on his stool, pulling the pen from his mouth before reaching his hand over for the prescription. Lips remaining parted while slick with moisture and trembling slightly as he remained deafly quiet.

Yunho looked to the outstretched hand, taking note of the slender fingers and glossed nails, shimmering in the fluorescent light. Almost automatically he offered up his crumpled prescription, watching as the eyes trained firmly on him adeptly moved away to study the note.

“Ah…we can have this done for you in a few minutes.”

If he could melt, Yunho was sure he would have done so already. That voice…with that face…damn, it couldn’t be real. How could someone so atheistically pleasing exist in this world? It was downright impossible!

“Have you been here before?”

Yunho shook his head dumbly, finding himself unexpectedly playing the unwilling role of a mute. His eyes suddenly caught sight of a nametag attached to a white coat thrown carelessly over the back of the stool the man was sitting in. Squinting just a little bit, he read the name to himself.

Kim Jaejoong…

“That’s okay,” Jaejoong smiled kindly, opening something on his computer. “I’ll just need some information before I could get this processed then.”

“Your name is Kim Jaejoong?” Yunho managed to find his voice again, his mouth however remained perfectly dry.

Deserts probably had more moisture than his throat did at that moment.

The rotund pair of eyes widened, peachy lips parting into an oval in silent wonder. “How do you know?”

Yunho shook his head and pointed to the white coat draped over the stool. Jaejoong briskly turned his head around and stared, eyes examining the area in a curious manner. His brow ruffled then as he was unable to discern what had clued in the six foot tall stranger. “What? I don’t see anything.”

And that was when the illusion of perfection shattered into a million different fragmented pieces.

A playful smirk wound its way onto Yunho’s face as he cleared his throat. In result, he regained the ability to converse on the level of a normal functioning human being. “Um…it’s on your chair. The um…the white coat.”

“Huh? Oh!” Jaejoong nodded once his eyes took in the rectangular nametag attached to his coat. Turning back with a smile he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Of course. Haha…wow.”

“Yeah.” Yunho grinned, gaze softening.

“Okay,” Jaejoong looked back to the computer and tried to seem unflustered, cheeks all the while tinged with a rosy hue. “Can I have your name please?”

“Jung Yunho.”

“Mmm,” Jaejoong keyed that in robotically. “Date of birth?”

“February 6th, 1986.” He answered, licking his lips. And then decided to add, “Much older then you.”

At that comment Jaejoong scoffed, tongue peeking out from his lips as he looked up to meet Yunho’s twinkling eye. “On the contrary, I’m older.”

The smile on Yunho’s face suddenly vanished as he stared back in shock, eyes widening in surprise. “No way! Really? How much older?”

“…By ten days.” Jaejoong grinned brilliantly, trying to keep the flirtatious tone out of his voice. This was a patient. Probably a very straight patient. But a very straight and handsome as fuck patient.

“Yaaah,” Yunho shook his head in mock wonder, crossing his arms and replying in a friendly manner. “I would have never guessed. You look so young! I would have never given you 22, maybe nineteen haha…but definitely not my age.”

“I get that a lot,” Jaejoong shrugged his shoulders before sneaking another glance at the taller man. Eyes all but ogling the rippling biceps, “You don’t look it either.” He heard himself say. Then internally giving his head shake, he cleared his throat and got back to business. “Address?”

Yunho dictated everything thoroughly, giving his phone number, insurance information and answering any other pertinent questions the other had to ask.

Jaejoong had just finished inputting the prescription Yunho had given him into the system when an ear splitting thunder clap shook the whole store. Everything was still for maybe two or three seconds before the sound of heavy rain fall assaulted the pharmacy rooftop, almost deafening them in its entirety.

Both heads snapped towards the door in nearly perfect tandem, eyes staring through the windows as wind blew the rain fiercely against the glass.

“Yaaaah,” Yunho shook his head in both relief and amazement. “That right there is no joke.”

“Oh,” Jaejoong voiced his agreement. “Not something I’d like to drive home in.”

Yunho winced at that painful reminder having stupidly left his car at home. Today of all days he had decided to use public transport. What did that have to say about his savvy? Probably that he had none or lacked severely in that department. “Yeah…I didn’t drive, took the bus instead. Probably should have taken the car and drove here from the doctor’s office. From here…it’s like a fifteen block walk back home.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah.” Yunho rubbed the back of his neck, wincing at the thought of plowing through the rain. “That’s just my luck.”

“You could stay here until it stops,” Jaejoong offered, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes went back to the computer screen nervously. “This is my dad’s store and I’m the one closing up for the day. You could stay for as long as you want, I don’t mind.”

In his head Yunho was doing back flips, summersaults and all other sorts of gymnastics. He had been hoping for an offer to stay, a chance to make an impression and maybe, on the off chance the devilishly good looking man was interested, invite him out for some drinks.

“Thanks,” Yunho beamed at the smaller man, eyes crinkling as he did so.

Jaejoong glanced up at that moment, catching the smile. He inwardly gulped, swallowing thickly before hurriedly returning his gaze to the computer. A few minutes later he was printing out the prescription label and heading to the back to pull the small packet of antibiotic pills Yunho needed. Automatically he attached the label to the packet, smoothing it down before plopping it into a paper bag and handing it over.

“When you get home make sure to take two of these tablets today,” Jaejoong counseled, eyes meeting with the taller mans’ as if drawn by some magnetic force. Unconsciously his tongue swiped over the bottom of his lip, rubbing against it. For some reason he was oddly nervous. His heart had yet to cease its fluttering. In fact it only doubled its speed when his fingers brushed against Yunho’s skin in the exchange.

“Then for the next four days you will take one tablet once a day. It would be better if you eat something along with it. These tend to give a lot of people an upset stomach.” He heard himself say, inwardly thankful that his voice remained unaffected by his inner struggles at keeping in check.

“Will do,” Yunho answered, eyes locked on the teasing tongue currently dancing across the slender man’s lips.

Not wanting their conversation to end at that, he quickly grappled for something to say. “…I’m guessing you’re done with university if you’re working here.”

“I just graduated, actually.” Jaejoong smiled, inwardly relieved. “Pharmacy school here is only four years. I actually lucked out, to be honest. In 2009 they are going to extend it by another two years.”

Yunho smirked at that, brushing his nose cutely. “Dodged a bullet there, didn’t you?”

Jaejoong smiled, leaning towards the other as he rested his forearms on the counter. “You have no idea.”

As the rain continued to bear down hard on the streets beyond the glass, Yunho and Jaejoong passed the time getting to know each other. In the downpour no one was braving a trip to the local pharmacy so Jaejoong had plenty of time to stand around and chat. Idly jumping from topic to topic, sharing his likes and dislikes and listening to the stories the taller man had to share.

He learned that Yunho’s family owned a big family restaurant and that as the eldest and only son, Yunho went to school to study marketing and business. Now finished and the owner of a signed diploma, he was helping his dad run the business with plans of opening and operating another restaurant sometime next autumn.

In exchange Jaejoong shared a lot about himself. As the youngest and only son out of eight sisters, the family trade rested on his shoulders. Like the filial son he was, he went to study pharmacy so that he could take over and let his father retire early on and enjoy his grandkids to the fullest. It had been a great joy to his parents to see him graduate. With a diploma in hand he immediately went to work in the family pharmacy.

“I really wanted to do something for them,” Jaejoong said completely immersed in the memories of his past few years, eyes misting with reminiscent emotion. “…When I came out to my mother, she cried so hard...I thought maybe it would have been better to keep it a secret forever…”

“Oh,” Yunho nodded absentmindedly before the statement could register fully in his brain. “Wait what?”

Jaejoong turned his head to the side, head still lost in a memory of a different time and place. “Hm?”

Yunho shifted on the counter he and Jaejoong had resigned to sitting on, mouth rapidly drying out once again. “What do you mean ‘came out?’”

The raven haired man suddenly stiffened, not having realized what he had literally let pop out of his mouth. He had been so comfortable just sharing his story he’d forgotten to keep a few measly details hidden all to himself. Now realizing what he’d done, he grew extremely fearful. How would Yunho react to that? It wasn’t something their country accepted. In fact it was greatly frowned upon, a disaster if it happened in your family or to someone you knew.

Eyes wide Jaejoong held on to the counter firmly, inwardly cursing himself for letting his mouth run off like that. Where had his brain disappeared to? Fucking Antarctica? Who the hell tells strangers such things?

Yunho poked the frozen man in the shoulder, feeling the awkward shift in the air. “Yah…” he licked his lips carefully. “That’s cool with me……….if you like guys…it’s nothing to be ashamed about……I…I like guys too…”

Jaejoong’s ears perked up at that, body immediately regaining its fluidity at the spoken words. He curiously looked at Yunho, taking note of the thoughtful expression on his face, suddenly hopeful.

“…Though usually I prefer girls but-” He suddenly stopped short, face flooding with color.

That didn’t go unnoticed by the older man. Sucking in his lower lip Jaejoong prodded for the other to continue. “But?”

Inwardly dying, Yunho silently pleaded for any deity still in existence to intervene on his behalf. There was a very small chance that he wouldn’t come off as creepy if he answered the question. Even if Jaejoong seemed really nice and happened to swing his way, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t be disturbed by the fact that a stranger wanted to jump his bones. After all, what could he be led to think? They had known each other for maybe two-top three hours.

Yunho’s mouth opened and closed like a fish as he stared at the slender man sitting beside him. In his chest it felt like his heart was currently running a relay race against his brain. The two organs neck to neck as they grew closer and closer to the finish line.

“Uh….ah…”

With the innocence of a child, Jaejoong tilted his head to the side and motioned with his chin for the taller man to speak. His ebony orbs reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead and effectively giving him an image of an effervescent cub.

“Grrmmmblllllle.”

The rather loud grumbling of Yunho’s stomach echoed in the empty pharmacy like the ending to a sonata in a grand master theater. Jaejoong’s eyes instantly shifted to the source of the sound, a playful smile pulling at the corner of his mouth he couldn’t hide in time. Drowning in a river of embarrassment Yunho hurriedly clamped a strong hand to his stomach, patting remorsefully.

“You hungry?”

Yunho winced, “Ah haha…yeah a bit.”

“I’ve got some ramyun cups in the back.” Jaejoong pointed with his thumb behind the counter. “That is, if you don’t mind noodles for dinner.”

“I love ramyun,” Yunho answered back quickly as a grin spread across his face.

Jaejoong’s eyes refused to part from the blinding brilliance of the other’s smile. He sat there like a dunce, completely mesmerized by Yunho’s mouth. The fullness of his strawberry shade lips…the cute bow at the top…and the singular beauty mark glinting at the corner to finish off the deal. Gawking, Jaejoong felt something inside him flip like one would a pancake. Throat dry he attempted to swallow, the act of breathing evenly turning into a task suddenly requiring a vast amount of effort.

“-oong?”

The older man blinked, rimmed eyes looking up to catch a curious gleam in the other’s eye. Suddenly remembering what he had intended to retrieve, Jaejoong jumped off the counter with a fluid bounce to his step.

“Ah,” he smiled in an attempt to cover up some of his wayward nerves. “I’ll go get it. You can come around the counter. We can sit on the stools and eat.”

Then rushing off like a startled rabbit, Jaejoong scrambled towards the cupboards at the far left wall deep within the pharmacy. Out of taller man’s sight he tried to relax and keep a firm grip on his disloyal body.

What was he, a fledgling high school student with a secret crush?

This was not the way Kim Jaejoong behaved himself.

Never.

He wasn’t the type to gawk and stare foolishly, or forget where he was and what he was doing, just because he had lost himself in the tantalizing grips of a sensual mouth…or the radiating warmth of a pair of almond shaped eyes…or the particularly enticing pull of manly charisma.

Grunting in agitation he put a hand to his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart. Then with a shake of his head he turned his attention back to the task at hand, reaching up into the cabinets and drawing forth two large bowls of ramyun.

A few minutes later the two of them were sitting alongside the counter waiting for the noodles to reach completion. Jaejoong had discarded his glasses by the computer, having no use for them now. Chopsticks in hand he patiently waited, watching out of the corner of his eye as Yunho hungrily gnawed at the wooden utensils, cheeks puffed in anticipation.

It was cute.

“It’s not done yet,” Jaejoong added upon seeing Yunho reach for the flap. “We need to wait another minute or so.”

A loud clap of thunder shook the Earth, catching Jaejoong by surprise. The older man jolted, and almost fell from his seat, an undignified squawk sailing freely from his parted lips. What followed next was a throaty laugh from Yunho. The twenty two year old threw his head back, chuckling at the other’s expense, one fist loosely pressed to his mouth in a poor attempt to silence his laughter.

Embarrassed by his rather unmanly reaction Jaejoong winced, focusing his gaze on the bowl of ramyun before him. “It just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

Yunho nodded, clapping a hand on the other’s shoulder and giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze, laughter still ringing in his voice. “You want me to hold you?”

In well deserved response Jaejoong punched him in the shoulder without holding back any of his strength.

“Ouch!” Yunho bounced back, rubbing his assaulted arm. “Hey, that hurt!”

“It was supposed to.” Jaejoong cheekily replied, licking his lips as he peeled back the flap. “Get your medicine. You can take it after you eat.”

“You would hurt a sick person?” Yunho sulked, nonetheless eagerly reaching for his ramyun.

Jaejoong shrugged. “Your shoulder isn’t sick.”

“Still,” Yunho grunted, wincing a bit at the lingering throb in his arm. “You punched really hard.”

“You deserved it.”

“Not really.”

Jaejoong stirred the noodles with his chopsticks, feeling a bit regretful. Childishly he grumbled, “Well what do you want me to do? Kiss it better?”

“I don’t know,” Yunho jokingly replied, barely feeling the throbbing sensation anymore. “Maybe.”

Jaejoong stilled, contemplating his companion’s answer. Before he could thoroughly think it through he leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on the spot he had punched. Then drawing back hastily and filling his mouth with steaming ramyun later.

Yunho froze in his seat, feeling a bubbling sensation draw forth from the pit of his abdomen, nerves shooting signals to every erogenous point in his body.

“Better.” He blurted. Shoving his mouth full of ramyun before it could betray him with another burst of extreme stupidity.

They ate in compatible silence, exchanging slurping noises as the rain continued to barrel and tear at their door.

When the lights started to flicker, Yunho curiously gazed up.

Another flicker.

Then darkness.

Then the lights came back on.

“That is not good.” Jaejoong said, eyes also glued to the ceiling as he examined the lights.

Another flicker.

“Do you have a backup generator?” Yunho inquired, licking the broth from his lips.

Another flicker.

Jaejoong rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Um…we did.”

“And?”

“It’s…well, it broke.”

Another flicker.

“That is not good.” Yunho repeated Jaejoong’s earlier statement as another thunder clap shook the small pharmacy.

Out in the near distance a lightning bolt illuminated the sky in a frightening manner. Its intense, brilliant light striking out in the darkened sky overheard resulted in an earsplitting crack of thunder roughly a few seconds later.

Then darkness.

The two men sat still in their seats, limbs unmoving as their eyes slowly lowered to stare out the large glass windows at the front of the store. As the seconds passed their eyes slowly grew accustomed to the lack of light.

“I think we have some candles at the front,” Jaejoong muttered more to himself than to his silent companion. Standing to his feet and letting the stool scrape against the floor, Jaejoong carefully walked around the counter in search for the candles. After bumping into a few things and blindly searching the shelves, the raven haired pharmacist finally found what he was looking for. He then grinned widely, holding his prize above his head. “Found them!”

“Matches?” Yunho called from the counter, squinting in the darkness in an attempt to see the other more clearly.

Jaejoong shook his head. “I have a lighter in my pocket. We’re good.”

Making his way back, Jaejoong cradled his possessions to his chest and only let them leave the confines of his arms when he had reached the counter. Then he began lining them up in perfect rows across the counter top, taking off their packaging and setting light to them one by one. In a matter of minutes the pharmacy was set aglow with the twinkling of candle light, the small flames casting shadows onto the walls creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

Getting back to his seat, Jaejoong situated himself comfortably and continued to slurp his noodles, completely aware of the mood the candles had unintentionally created and every movement Yunho made beside him.

Yunho, who had been given quite some time to think over his dinner of ramyun, nervously began to play with his food. He pulled on the noodles with his chopsticks, weaving them together and then separating them like a toddler. Jaejoong seeing this glanced over to the paper bag sitting on the countertop. He swallowed his mouthful before pointing with his set of eating utensils.

“You should take the medicine now.”

“Oh,” Yunho nodded, body tingling at the sound of the rich, star like quality of the older man’s voice. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

In the next few minutes Yunho took his medicine and Jaejoong finished off his ramyun. Both of them decided it would probably be best to sit on the floor leaning against the counter as the stools were rather uncomfortable to recline in and the added scent of the fragrant candles up close was a little overwhelming. Once situated on the ground, shoulder to shoulder, a silence descended upon the pair.

Yunho nervously played with his hands, trying to suppress his suddenly fierce desire to grab hold of the man next to him. He couldn’t understand why he was reacting this way. It had never happened before, especially towards a guy. His body felt like it was boiling from the inside out. There was too much heat. Stiffly he pulled on his collar, feeling the dampness left from perspiration on his neck.

Jaejoong on the other hand was silently drowning in a world of his own. His clammy hands were pressed firmly together as he stared unwaveringly at the pharmacy floor. Fantasies spurred by the lighting of candles dancing through his mind like a prancing deer through the woods. He shivered as a particularly lewd thought came to mind, face flushing from the erotic image.

“You cold?” Yunho asked, seeing the man shiver beside him.

“Ah…a bit,” Jaejoong lied. Not about to tell him he was thinking about something highly indecent…mainly involving Yunho and himself naked and wrapped around each other like strands of a rope….ropes were good too now that he thought about it.

Startled by the thought, he gave his head a rough shake.

Yunho swallowed nervously before reaching out his arm. “Give me your hand.”

“Why?” Jaejoong asked timidly, eyeing the outstretched palm with a little suspicion and a lot of interest.

“I’m sweating bullets here,” Yunho replied as calmly as he could, proud that he was able to speak clearly. “Maybe because I’m a little sick or because the ramyun was hot…I don’t know. But I would really appreciate something cold right now.”

“Oh,” Jaejoong inwardly sighed. From relief? Disappointment? He wasn’t quite sure. He flared his nostrils just a little before offering his hand to the younger man, all the while remaining absolutely still as the warmth radiating from Yunho enveloped his fingers.

“What do you have, exactly?” Jaejoong asked after a minute of silence. “A cold?”

Yunho nodded. “Yeah…the doctor said I should take the medication. Even though I wasn’t feeling that bad...just a headache and a cough, you know? But my mother and sister are both paranoid and blew things out of proportion. I was forced to go see the doctor, he’s a friend of my dad. Naturally I was given the medicine. It’s much easier for him to do that than suffer the nagging wrath of my mother.”

I could brave a cold if I could get just a little kiss, Jaejoong thought to himself before smiling. “Haha, that’s nice.”

“How about you?” Yunho asked, rubbing the skin of Jaejoong’s wrist carefully, making sure to watch the smaller man for any tale telling signs. “With such a big family, I imagine getting sick to be quite the pampering session for you. You probably get to eat whatever you want and have them group around you with offered massages and backrubs.”

The raven haired man winced, recalling quite a different memory. “Eh…no, not really. I have so many sisters, I told you, right? I am the youngest in the family, and a boy. If I so much as sneeze I’m immediately forced under the blankets and made to drink every bitter home remedy known to mankind. My dad knows all of them. He taught my mother all of them. All. Of. Them.” Jaejoong shuddered. “Each one of my sisters decides to take it upon herself to make me something to eat. There are eight of them. And I can only eat so much before feeling sick, you know? Smothered,” Jaejoong shivered, sliding just a little closer to Yunho. “No room to breathe…it’s horrible! That’s why even if I want to cough or if I’m really sick I go stay at my friend’s house. He doesn’t mind…and I don’t get killed.”

“Mhmmm.” Yunho continued to stroke the smooth skin of Jaejoong’s wrist, pleased with the response he was getting.

Jaejoong let his eyes close, relishing in the feeling of his hand being stroked.

Yunho began to massage the smaller man’s palm, smiling to himself as he did so and shifting closer, deciding to somehow find out if maybe the smaller man found him a bit interesting.

“You know,” he started off, heart fluttering in his chest like a kite in the wind. “I’m really glad my mother forced me to see that doctor. If she hadn’t, I would never have gotten stuck here.”

Jaejoong nervously shifted in his seat, licking his lips. “Ah…getting stuck with me is that much fun? How boring exactly is your life?” He joked.

“Can’t say it’s boring,” Yunho mumbled, continuously rubbing Jaejoong’s wrist and palm. “I doubt someone with a boring life would get stuck in a pharmacy with no electricity. Meet you and………lose his mind completely.”

Jaejoong froze, heart barreling in his chest much like the rain outside. He turned his head, staring into the pair of almond eyes gazing back at him. Breath catching in his throat at the intensity of the other’s gaze.

“I really hope this doesn’t make me sound weird or anything,” Yunho gave a nervous laugh, letting go of Jaejoong’s hand. “I’m not usually like this…actually, I’m never like this. It’s just that…I…haha, wow I’m going to really come off as a creep for saying this…but, I really like you.”

Jaejoong remained frozen, staring into Yunho’s eyes with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Uh…I know,” Yunho groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Crap…okay…you are probably really weirded out right now. I’m retarded. God what the hell is wrong with me today? I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry, my br-”

The last few words never got a chance to leave Yunho’s lips as Jaejoong leaned across the short distance and hungrily covered them with his own. A little confused but at the same time extremely elated, Yunho wrapped his arms around the other’s waist and drew the raven haired man closer. Relief sweeping through him from head to toe as Jaejoong licked lightly at his bottom lip causing it bounce gently. Yunho could feel his breath roll across his heated skin, dancing across his chin. Grunting, he shifted his weight, lifting a muscled arm to angle Jaejoong’s head before capturing his mouth in a full kiss.

Part 2

yunjae, smut, au, oneshot, romance

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