Let's Play Pretend - Chapter 25(A)
Title: Let's Play Pretend
Genre: Romance, fluff, slight angst
Pairing: YunJae
Summary: Jung Yunho finds himself stuck in a fake relationship with another man when he is very much straight and is secretly dating a very famous actress.
Prologue I [ 1] [ 2] [ 3] [ 4] [ 5] [ 6] [ 7] [ 8] [ 9] [ 10] [ 11] [ 12] [ 13] [ 14]
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Fogged Memories
"What's with him?"
Yoochun asked, elbowing the disinterested songwriter who was busy fiddling with his phone on his side. They were sitting behind small monitors and cameras, watching by the sidelines while Yunho filmed a commercial for a perfume brand.
Jaejoong was elbowed one more time for ignoring the question, a frown on his face when the action almost knocked the phone off his hand.
"What's with who?"
Yoochun cocked his head to the side, looking pointedly at Yunho's direction. The man was laughing with a beautiful foreign female model. Was he flirting?
"It's nothing."
Jaejoong just shrugged, but he did give a quick look over at the pair. And right on cue, Yunho's laughter got a bit exaggeratedly louder knowing he was being watched.
"That didn't look like nothing. Clearly there's something going on." Yoochun stared Jaejoong down with a knowing look. "Come on, spill."
"Okay," Jaejoong straightened up as he turned his wide, unblinking eyes to his friend. "So... we kinda had a tiny weeny argument last night. He was bugging me to tell him what we did to that reporter down to the very last--"
"We? you mean, what you did." Yoochun corrected. "Don't drag me into it. I was just the gullible friend with a baseball bat."
"Don't interrupt.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, tiredly flinging his hands up in exasperation. “You know how he is, he just wouldn't drop the subject so I had to tell him! and now he's being a big baby about it."
Yoochun's eyes widened. "Did you...?"
Jaejoong nodded. "I showed him the photo, yes."
“I take it he was upset?" Yoochun pondered.
"Oh he was upset alright," Jaejoong grinned. "Can't say it was a problem, really. Interestingly enough, he'd mastered the craft of channeling his anger into something else more... exciting," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "if you know what I mean."
After letting it slip that Shirota Yuu got a little too close, Yunho's massive tantrum didn't come as a surprise. He couldn't handle the gory details when Jaejoong did a play-by-play of the incident. His eyes twinkled thinking of the previous night's argument.
"You let him kiss you?!" Yunho screeched , his eyes looking like they were gonna fall out of their sockets. He paced back and forth in the middle of the room while Jaejoong lazed on the bed, hidden under the sea of fluffy blankets.
"No... not exactly?" Jaejoong's voice came out muffled. "Well duh, how did you expect me to do the job? casually walk up to him and say hey! let me tie you up and be my pony for the night? I don’t even like riding ponies!"
Yunho stared at the grumbling mound of blanket. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that," he stated blankly. "Now, will you get out of there and talk to me in a civilized manner?"
Like a petulant child, Jaejoong finally revealed himself to his angry boyfriend, sitting up on the bed with his arms crossed indicating he wasn't going to cave in just yet.
"He did land a few kisses on my neck, I think... but that's it." Jaejoong insisted stubbornly.
"You think?" Yunho seethed. "I can't believe you even let him touch you."
"Why not? you let others touch you all the time."
"What? When did I ever...?!"
"Several women practically dry hump you on set, but you don't see me complain." Jaejoong retorted, determined to get his point across. "Pssh. Unlike you, I don't get jealous over something so trivial."
"Are you serious right now?" Yunho asked in disbelief, looking distracted to notice how Jaejoong just expertly steered away from the topic again. "They don’t... dry hump me! and it's an entirely different case. My relationship with them is strictly professional. How do you even come up with these things?!"
“Well," Jaejoong grumbled. “That other girl was rubbing her boobies on you.”
"She was not!”
"Liar. I bet you liked it." Jaejoong deadpanned. “Have you even seen your pornographic photos for that lecherous magazine? unless you were sleeping through the whole shoot, which I believe you weren't, I suggest you quit acting like a freaking saint."
Yunho gaped, walking towards the foot of the bed and looked at Jaejoong agitatedly. "Pornographic?! don't you dare belittle my work. That was an internationally acclaimed photoshoot handled by a highly respected photograph--oh for fuck’s sake, why am I even explaining myself to you? and stop changing the topic!”
“I'm sorry, baby." Jaejoong mumbled in apology. "Of course I respect your job a hundred percent. See how supportive I am even though I had to watch that ugly, naked leech drape herself on top of you?" Jaejoong’s frown deepened at that irritating memory.
Then pointing his hopeful, puppy eyes at his disheveled boyfriend, he added, "now why can't you do the same?"
Yunho pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're suggesting I support the idea of you getting yourself molested?” he asked, shooting an irritated glare at Jaejoong who was blinking owlishly at him.
"I didn’t get molested. Don’t overplay it.” Jaejoong reasoned. “Besides, Yoochun was there to help.”
“That’s another thing, remind me to kill him if I forget.”
“You can’t kill Yoochun.” Jaejoong chimed in with a childish pout. “I don’t want a ghostly blob of a forehead haunting me for the rest of my life."
“Jae.” Yunho stared with an impassive face. “Tell me again what's the point of this conversation because I’m an inch away from losing my mind here.”
"It’s simple, really. Let bygones be bygones?" and then with a smug smile, he waved a hand at Yunho's incredulous face. "You know, instead of lecturing me for standing up for myself, shouldn’t you be proud?"
Yunho snorted. “I’m not encouraging you.”
"But you should have seen the look on his face, Yunho-yah." He chattered away excitedly with a happy grin, ignoring the other's growing irritation. "I took that bastard down on my own and had him wrapped around my--WHAA!"
His monologue was cut off by a loud yelp when all of a sudden Yunho reached for his feet under the blanket, then dragged him down toward the foot of the bed. Jaejoong's legs instinctively circled around Yunho's hips despite his protest, their groins pressed together.
"Wrapped around your what? You better not be implying what I think it is you're implying," Yunho snarled.
Jaejoong's eyes bugged out at that outrageous accusation. "That's not what I meant!" he squeaked, utterly flabbergasted. "You're such a moron, Yunho. I hate you!"
"Last night says you don't," Yunho reminded him in a heated whisper. "Did you forget how many times I made you come? You were screaming my name and begging me to fuck you over and over until I filled you up to the brim. Even then you were still begging me to shove my--"
“Shut up.” Jaejoong bit his lip, embarrassment evident on his reddening face. He opened his mouth to make another cutting retort but Yunho's warning glare stopped him.
"Don't let anyone else touch you like that again, you understand?" This time, the man underneath nodded without contest sensing the seriousness in Yunho’s tone. He propped one knee on the bed, leaning forward to pin Jaejoong's hands over his head.
Yunho smiled amusingly. "You hate me?"
"Yes." Jaejoong whimpered, growing excited by the minute. His body was reacting to Yunho's voice, calling for his libido to respond like a moth to a flame. He had to admit that a pissed off Yunho was such a fucking turn-on.
Yunho raised his eyebrows at that. "If you're going to lie, at least make it sound convincing."
Jaejoong glared, trying to free his hands from the tight grip. "I hate you. You’re an ass." He repeated, his voice much steadier this time.
"Don't be stubborn, Jaejoong-ah.” He teased, brushing his lips against Jaejoong's ear. His brown eyes looked darker under the dim lighting and it was making Jaejoong's inside burn. "Come on baby, tell me what I want to hear."
"Don't wanna."
Yunho hummed, eyes flickering with lust. "Do I have to fuck it out of you? Is that what you want?"
There was a playfulness tugging at the corner of Jaejoong’s lips. "Only if you make it worth my time," he challenged.
With an impatient groan, Yunho gripped Jaejoong's chin and crashed their lips together in a rough kiss. He flipped Jaejoong to his front side, then spoke in a voice tinted with an animalistic urge.
"Get on your knees and bend over.”
"Oh! harder! yes! yes!"
"Like that? fuck, so tight."
“Nnn... come inside me.”
It turned out, Jaejoong did get his angry make-up sex after all. And damn, he loved every bit of it. Just thinking of how his body was manhandled by Yunho, fucked and bent into positions he never thought possible, was making him squirm with excitement.
A sharp kick to his chair snapped him out of his dirty thoughts. "What?"
Yoochun grimaced recognizing the glazed expression on his friend's face. "Spare me, please. I don't want to know."
Jaejoong shifted on his seat, scoffing at Yoochun's quick dismissal before he could even divulge his sexiest encounter with Yunho's massive cock as of yet. His cheeks flooded with color at the memory of that thick length drilling into him, hard and fast like a jackhammer--
"Jaejoong!" Yoochun threw another sharp kick. "I swear if you were a dog you'd be humping that chair by now."
His lips twitched in mischief. "At the rate Yunho's going, I might as well be. He loves taking me from behind."
"I didn't need to hear that!" Yoochun exclaimed, mortified at the words coming out of his friend’s mouth.
"But it feels so good, Yoochun-ah. I could still feel him inside--"
"LA~! LA~! LAA~!" Yoochun singsonged, hands covering his ears.
Jaejoong doubled over, laughing at the other's tortured face. "Alright, alright."
"You can be so annoying," Yoochun mumbled irritably. "Now going back, please."
Jaejoong still had a small grin plastered on his face as he continued their previous conversation. "Well, he told me he isn't bothered anymore but as you can see..." his eyes darted sideways to where his boyfriend was standing between two walking skeletons in skimpy bikini outfits.
"I told you it was a bad idea," Yoochun chided.
Jaejoong hummed noncommittally, muttering in thought. "Should I bake a cake?"
"What?"
"Everything I say translates differently when he's being a possessive ass so maybe I should bake him a cake." He grinned then looked at Yoochun. “Hmm, got me thinking,” he scratched his chin before mumbling thoughtfully, “I wonder if he ever gets jealous of you."
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. "I’m not gay."
“That's what he said.” Jaejoong snorted. "We both know how it turned out, don't we?"
Yoochun whacked him on the head. "Are you sure he isn’t back to his old ways though?" he asked, still confused by Yunho's unusual behavior.
“Not a chance.” Jaejoong smirked. “Once you go gay, you stay that way.” He turned to look at his boyfriend who was unnecessarily showing his bright white teeth. It wasn't hard to guess what Yunho was doing. But regardless of how annoyed he was, Jaejoong just had to laugh.
"Isn't he adorable, though? just look at him try to make me jealous."
Yunho waved at them and Jaejoong waved back with a full blown smile looking convincing to everyone around them, except maybe to the person next to him who could hear his every single word was punctuated with a string of insults and death threats.
"He's so cute, laughing at whatever that brainless twat's saying when he doesn't even speak her language."
His smile never wavered as he continued to stab the woman's eyes in his mind. "I wanna claw her eyes out and chop her fake boobs into pieces... but I won't, because I'm not jealous," he calmly added.
Yoochun winced, staring at Jaejoong like he grew an extra limb. "You guys are so weird."
"Two can play this game, you know. Watch." Then with a resolute face, Jaejoong brought his phone to his ears calling Yunho.
The other picked up but only looked his way without saying a word. After a few seconds of just listening to each other breathe, Yunho sighed and said, "Jaejoong-ah, I'm busy."
"Yoochun wants me to suck him off," Jaejoong provoked.
Silence on the other line and a loud 'What the fuck?' from Yoochun's side. The flustered manager looked at Yunho with a wide-eyed expression and shook his head frantically.
Yunho held the urge to roll his eyes knowing Jaejoong wanted a reaction from him. "Okay, baby. Just make sure I don't catch you doing it," he said. "And please wash your mouth with soap right after."
Yunho hang up.
Jaejoong gaped like a blowfish. "Can't believe that didn't work," he muttered incredulously then turned to Yoochun. “Wow, he really isn’t jealous of you. You should be insulted, Chunnie. If it were someone else, he’d already be dragging me to the backroom by now and taking me against the wall."
Yoochun kicked his shin, facepalming as he said, "You're an idiot."
Jaejoong yelped, rubbing the sore spot. He called Yunho again, his eyes shooting daggers from across the room. "Yah! how dare you hang up on me?"
Yunho met his eyes, a knowing smile etched on his lips. “Done already? that was fast.”
Jaejoong scowled, but he knew he had to throw in the towel for this one. "Okay, I get it.” He confessed. “You proved your point, so you can stop now. I really don't like it," he whined.
"Stop what?"
“That... whatever you’re doing!”
Yunho sounded triumphant. “I’m doing my job which I vaguely recall you saying you support a hundred percent.”
"Don’t sass me,” Jaejoong complained. “I don’t support the flirting!"
"Ah, another thing I remember was you mentioning not getting jealous over something trivial. Isn’t flirting a harmless, trivial matter?”
“Alright.” Jaejoong huffed knowing what Yunho wanted him to say. "I lied when I said I don't g-get jealous and--damn it, push that thing away or I will!" he hissed when one female model touched Yunho flirtatiously on the arm.
Yunho chuckled, stepping away from the clingy claws of the ladies. "Okay baby, go on," he prodded.
"A-and... I understand why you got mad last night. I'd be pissed and really jealous too if you did the same thing,” Jaejoong stuttered. He sounded like he was struggling to string his words together that Yunho had to suppress a laugh because he knew Jaejoong hated admitting defeat.
"Do what same thing exactly?"
"You're such a bastard." Jaejoong lowered his voice, feeling shy all of a sudden but he indulged him anyway. “Y-You know, tie someone up to a bed like that.”
Yunho hummed, nodding in agreement. His eyes brightened as he spoke, "But I want to do the same thing to you. Won’t you still like it?"
"Oh... well," Jaejoong couldn’t stop the smile from forming. "If that's the case, I'd approve and even suggest you do inappropriate things,” he grinned. “Sooo... now that we got that out of the way,” he lifted an index finger and beckoned the other to come. “Why don't you be a good boy and show your lady friends who you belong to?"
Yunho ended the call and hurriedly walked up to Jaejoong with an amused smile on his face. Then to the disappointment and jealousy of the women watching them, he grabbed Jaejoong by the neck and kissed him with all the love he had.
Yoochun could only stare at the canoodling couple with an agonized expression. He was heard grumbling about people getting scarred for life and thinking it better to leave the lovebirds to themselves.
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PART 2