Our flags of Freedom (ch.1)
Author: shigai
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: AU, drama, romance
Length: 1/3
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 5.654
warning: please, excuse mistakes!
Summary: Jung Yunho, a korean born musical actor residing in London, is trying his best to achieve his dream of being the main role in a musical production. Smart, cultivated and musical, he despises the world of fashion and the illiterates who are part of it. How will he react when Kim Jaejoong, world top class supermodel, who's biggest dream is to be able to be a musical actor, enter his life?
‘You’re just too handsome’. ‘It’s a waste’.
Those were the comments he had to hear and endure during all his years studying. Since he was a small kid he knew he wanted to be involved in the world of music. He wanted to play, perform, sing. Coming from a family of professional musicians really influenced him to be this way.
Having a master degree on Performing arts from the Seoul National University, he moved to London to continue his studies, now holding a post graduate diploma from the Royal Academy of Music itself.
Yes, he wants to be a musical actor. And that’s why everybody else said it was a ‘pity’ and a ‘waste’.
‘Those actors wear makeup, and wigs, and silly clothes... you’re too handsome to hide like that’ everybody says. But he wants to be there, on the stage, portraying those wonderful characters so full of passion he has been enchanted with since childhood.
He moved back to Seoul and attended every audition he could. He thought with his training and, as wrong as it is for him to say it, his good voice, he would have it kind of easy. Well, wasn’t he wrong.
Not a call back, not even a chance. He found himself jobless too young, struggling to pay the rent of his own small Songpa flat.
It was at that time and in that situation that a woman working for a model agency approached him, praising his good looks and promising glory and fame. It was at that time and in that situation that he chose the secondary road, leaving his stage dreams aside for better times.
Now, five years later, Kim Jaejoong is probably one of the most famous male models in the world. Runway model for top brands like Prada, Hugo Boss or Armani in the world capitals of fashion, captured in the most prestigious fashion magazines by the most important photographers of the moment, and the face of Gucci's campaigns itself.
Kim Jaejoong, twenty-six years old, is living the life. Only, it’s not really the life he planned to live.
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“Hey hey, Yunho!” the tall brunette turns and sees a cast mate under the umbrella, running towards him.
“Rob, morning”
“Bloody rain, my pants are ruined, and they are new!” the shorter brit man complains.
“You shouldn’t wear new pants when they announce heavy rains, now, should you?” the korean born male continues walking, his friend following beside him.
“But I wanted to look dashing today!”
“That is a quite difficult to achieve task...” Yunho smirks, his friend punches his shoulder making them both get a little wet under their black umbrellas.
“You won’t say the same when at the evening show I blind all the VIPs with my cool self” Rob smirks, Yunho chuckles.
“Sure sure... who’s coming anyway? The royalty again? You only get excited when they come”
“Didn’t you hear??” Rob exclaims, making some passer-by look at them weirdly. “They’re making some magazine special shoot from whatever top brand in London, and the models are coming to watch the show!”
“... the hell, are they interested in this things?” Yunho asks, full of spite.
“Why wouldn’t they? Don’t be mean, man! I’ve actually heard it was one of the models who asked to come”
“... whatever” They reach the Queen’s theater backstage door then, so the conversation ends in order to get ready for some rehearsal.
Jung Yunho, 27 years old, born in the south of South Korea. When he was eleven his family moved to London due to his mother achieving a job at the London’s Philharmonic orchestra as a violin player. His father was an awarded novelist, so he could work anywhere in the world without problems.
Reading classic novels since he was a child, and influenced by his mother’s love for classical music and London’s overall musical culture, he studied at the Trinity college in London getting a BA honors degree in Professional musical theater.
He didn’t have it easy to enter that world, though, being asian. Lead roles for most of the plays were banned for him, and most of the side roles too. He started being an ensemble at The Lion King, since with all the make-up and standing mostly in the back nobody had to notice his ethnicity. He ‘upgraded’ to ensemble at Cabaret, no heavy make-up, and having more exposure, thanks to his dancing abilities.
It was long years since finally he was noticed and casted in what probably was one of his biggest dreams: Les Miserables. He plays the role of Courfeyrac; not one of the major roles, but quite an important one at that.
He is really happy where he is, and even though he would love to play a lead role someday, he knows the road is difficult and he needs to take careful steps. He has enough patience for it though.
“Yunhooooo”’ as soon as he enters the common room he finds himself with an armful of unrecognizable female cast-mate jumping on him. “Did you hear, did you hear??” once she steps back to look at him he recognizes Lisa, the girl who’s playing Cosette, one of the main roles. And a close friend, too.
“Liz, what’s up?”
“He’s coming! One of the biggest crushes of my whole life is coming tonight to see the show!” She sounds so excited, Yunho only rolls his eyes.
“Not you too... you mean these models?”
“Yes!! Oh my god I’m going to die, really!” the girl is literally jumping around.
“Right? Right? I can’t believe it, Jessica Stam here, watching me!!” Rob joins in.
“Who?” Yunho asks, shaking off the water drops from his coat.
“Jessica Stam? You don’t know her? Man, you need to go out more often...” Rob pats Yunho’s shoulder, shaking his head in pity.
“I have no interest in models or this kind of famous people at all, what can I say?” Yunho takes off his coat while shrugging.
“Ooooh sorry! Forgot you’re too classy and cultivated for this kind of low pleasures of humanity” Rob makes a mock bow, Yunho chuckles.
“You’re an idiot” and smacks Rob’s head.
“It’s weird that you don’t know her, she’s really famous lately... oh, but sure you know Kim Jaejoong!” Lisa asks cheerfully.
“... who?” both Lisa and Rob sigh dejected. “What? I really don’t know anything about that world”
“But he is korean, like you, and soooo famous!” she says while they walk down the stairs towards the stage.
“Being korean doesn’t mean I know every korean out there. Actually, I don’t know many of them” Yunho shrugs again.
“Well, you’ll meet him tonight, and Mrs. Stam too! I’m so excited” Rob sing-songs while Lisa claps excitedly.
“... you’re nutters”
The rehearsal that day runs smooth and perfect. Yunho is surprised to see that most of the cast is really excited by the visit of the top models at the evening show.
It’s not his fault he doesn’t know them, really. He just never paid any attention to the fashion world. Yes, he likes to dress well and owns one or two brand pieces and perfumes, but he’s far from knowing models or photographers or anything. He’s just not interested.
Well, being sincere, he dislikes that kind of people. He hears the news, he hears the kind of life those top models wear: drugs, alcohol, eating disorders... most of them are practically illiterate and have zero appreciation for music or culture. He doesn’t want to meddle with those kind of people.
He couldn’t care less about the visit at the evening performance.
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Jaejoong has been close to an hour trying different pieces of clothes in front of the mirror. Too formal, too classy, too dashing, too urban. He wants to look his best for the theater tonight, he wants to give a good impression since that’s the world he’s always dreamed to be in, the world he still wants to be a part of.
He was so happy when they agreed to let him go and watch some musical play, even more when the Queen’s theater offered VIP tickets for them at the evening’s performance of Les Miserables. He always loved that play, and couldn’t miss this chance.
There’s a knock on his room door, and his female companion for the night enters.
“You ready? We should get going soon” the supermodel Jessica Stam, dressed in a stunning rose-print silk tank dress from Prabal Gurung accompanied by Louboutin's summerissima sandals, enters and sits on his bed.
“Almost? I’m not sure if this looks okay...” he is currently dressed in a u-neck knit, rock color, from Burberry, black riding pants and quilted leather bomber from Gucci and Bottega Veneta black leather boots.
“Are you kidding? You could walk around dressed in rags and still look like walking down the runway”
“Exaggerating much...” Jaejoong rolls his eyes, Jessica laughs.
“Really, why are you fretting so much? We’re only going to the theater”
“...I’ve always wanted to see that musical” Jaejoong mumbles, grabs his iPhone, room key and Veneta leather bag, sprays himself with Bvlgari and walks to the door.
“Let’s go then? We could eat something before the function starts”
“Count me in!” Jessica stands and they both walk down to the lobby of the hotel to ask for a taxi.
The show is overwhelming.
Jaejoong finds himself breathless from the first strong notes of the wind section of the orchestra, to the very last chorus cadenza. He already knows this musical by heart, but being the first time he sees it in real life is way better than he had imagined. Small teardrops form in his eyes at the end of the first act, and he can’t keep them away until the very end of the show.
He is moved, rendered speechless by the talent of each one of the performers. Plus, he’s seen one of the cast members, one of the principal roles, happened to be an asian man. Somehow, he gets a small heart attack the first time he notices him, and from there on he practically can’t stop searching for that character to study him. He is an asian in an important role in a West End musical. That man is what he wants to be. His dream, made possible.
He gives a standing ovation to every performer at the curtain call, and doesn’t move from his place until the orchestra stops playing, as much as Jessica complains about it. A staff member from the theater accompanied by a security guard comes to pick them up and walk them to the backstage, in case they want to meet the cast. Jaejoong hurries in following them, excited.
The backstage halls are narrow and old, but there’s laughter and yells, and people running up and down, talking, and being happy. Tired, but happy. His jealousy keeps increasing.
“So, mr. Kim, mrs. Stam, they are the main actors: mr. Ramin Karimloo and mr. Hadley Fraser. And this young man is Craig Mather” the staff is saying, and the actors politely shake hands with them. Slowly, the rest of the cast joins them in the small dressing room, everyone really excited to meet two supermodels. If only they knew it’s Jaejoong the one who’s the most excited one meeting musical actors. He keeps on searching for the asian man, he wants to ask him how he did it, how he achieved his dream, and when he finally appears Jaejoong notices a scowl on the taller man’s face.
He notices more things, too. He is younger than he thought, and quite more stylish than he thought. Wig and makeup gone, he has really short dark hair and wonderful olive skin. So to say, Jaejoong finds the man incredibly attractive.
“and this is Yunho Jung, who plays Courfeyrac” the staff is saying.
“Jung? You’re korean?” Jaejoong interrupts, more excited than ever.
“eh, yes, I am” the taller man answers quite coldly.
“Woah, I’m so interested in you!” the whole dressing room gasps, then start laughing and slapping Yunho’s shoulder. The taller korean doesn’t seem really amused by it.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t-”
“You’re a baritone, right? Sometimes I wasn’t sure because you seem to reach tenor scales...” Jaejoong continued not caring about interrupting anybody else. “during Drink with me, right? I was quite speechless!” there are a couple of seconds of complete silence where Jaejoong thinks he’s maybe messed up something. Then, Yunho talks.
“You know about music? About this musical?”
“Are you joking?” Jaejoong smiles incredulous.
“He’s the one who was begging to come and see it” Jessica adds, crossing her arms and smiling to the rest of the cast.
“I thought...” Yunho starts.
“Would you like going to drink something with me? So we can talk a little more, I’m really interested in you!” Yunho turns red while the dressing room explodes in cat-calls and laughs, and only then Jaejoong notices what he’s really been saying “Oh gods! I meant, interested in you because you’re an asian singing in... well, you know, I just...” Yunho looks at him, and chuckles, and Jaejoong thinks he’s even more attractive when he does.
“Ok, let’s go grab a beer somewhere close-by”
After helping Jessica get a taxi back to their hotel, Yunho and him walk to a nearby irish pub and ask for a couple of Guiness pints. A few sips later Yunho looks more relaxed around the top model, and that makes Jaejoong happy. He only wants to know more about how a korean young man like him made it to the West End. Well, and getting to know a hot guy like this Yunho isn’t a bad thing, either.
“I want to apologize, actually” Yunho says.
“hmm?”
“You see... I completely misjudged you before even knowing you” Yunho looks sheepish. So cute.
“What do you mean?”
“Well I thought... sorry, really, but ‘top models’? In a musical? I really thought you wouldn’t even know how a trumpet sounded like...” Yunho is red, looking at the table. Jaejoong cracks up laughing. “Hey, it’s not funny! You should be mad or something”
“No no, it’s fine! Most of the models I know are beyond dumb, so I understand where you’re coming from” Jaejoong winks, and Yunho smiles.
“So you’re the exception?”
“What do you think?” Jaejoong cheekily answers.
“...hmmm” Yunho ponders while looking at him, and Jaejoong bursts out laughing again, covering his mouth with his hand. “Yeah, I think you are different”
“In a good or a bad way?” Jaejoong is flirting, he knows it, but he doesn’t really mind it.
“Good by now, but let’s see how the night proceeds”
And the night proceeds fantastically well. They ask for a second round of pints, and a third, and a fourth. Yunho turns from a cold judging man into the most funny, charismatic and sexy man Jaejoong has ever met. They talk a little about musical theater, a little about the modeling world, and a lot about themselves: Yunho is exactly one year older than him, Yunho lives alone in London, Yunho comes from a rich family, Yunho is currently single.
“And you?” Yunho asks, a little more sloppily than he probably wants.
“Single too! Told ya, all models are dumb”
“But that girl with you tonight was gorgeous~”
“Please, Yunho-sshi” He makes a disgust face “I’m a model, do you think I’m interested in girls?” He jokes, then panics. Yunho is korean! As much as he’s been living out of Korea for most of his life, he probably was raised with this ‘homosexuals are evil’ mentality! He’s going to play it as if it was a joke when Yunho laughs wholeheartedly.
“Of course, how could I make such a mistake!” for a couple of seconds Jaejoong is scared to say anything and only looks at his drinking companion, but then he sees Yunho smiling at him even more warmly than before, and he knows it’s okay. Actually, he knows even more than that.
“No girls for you either?” he throws the dice and prays for luck.
“Please, Jaejoong-sshi! I am a musical actor, do you think I’m interested in girls?” Luck is on his side, and they both laugh loud and carelessly.
He has lost the count on beers and shots and fries with sour cream they’ve consumed, and he knows they’re not talking about anything of what he was so interested to know. But they’re having a great time, Yunho is awesome and fun and Jaejoong thinks he will swoon over him soon. He flirts, and Yunho flirts back, and it makes him feel wonderful and giddy.
Next thing he knows, they are at Yunho’s place, him being pushed by said singer against the wall, devouring his lips. Jaejoong’s too drunk to really understand things, but he likes those kisses and those hands trying to unzip his pants clumsily. Chuckling, tripping against each other and other furniture pieces around the place, they undress on their way to Yunho’s bedroom (or so he supposes). He falls over the soft mattress, clad only in underwear, and sees Yunho hovering over him, devouring his body with his eyes and his skin with his lips and tongue.
It’s all fast, dizzying, wild and overwhelming. He’s sober enough to regret being so drunk that he can’t really control this, because every time Yunho pushes into him he thinks he’s never felt so much pleasure, and this probably is the best sex he has ever had.
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A pounding headache wakes him up. Groaning, he sits on his bed, eyes closed tight against the daylight, completely confused for long seconds. He tries to put some order into his head:
The evening show with the two top models, the gorgeous korean male... Jaejoong, yes, going with him to have some drinks... then...
Yunho looks to his left and finds the sleeping naked figure of said korean top model, half wrapped in the blankets. Surviving the mini heart-attack he has just suffered and stopping the urge to yell in surprise, he stands up and walks to the bathroom, trying not to make any noise.
“What the fuck Jung Yunho, what the fuck!” He sits on the toilet lid and holds his head in his hands, grabbing his hair. It’s not like him to freak out like this, he’s had his one night stands before, but this was a world top class supermodel! He could imagine paparazzi out of his door right now, waiting to catch him in his underwear just like in that movie he can’t bother to remember the title of now. He could imagine his career ruined, being called to sensationalist TV shows to talk about Kim Jaejoong’s dirty secrets. He could... well. Actually, calming a little, he just had amazing sex with a world top class supermodel... it ain’t every day that stuff happens.
And all in all, why should he panic? Jaejoong seemed a really down-to-earth guy. Pretty normal, so to say. Smart, cultivated, funny... not something he would have expected from a beauty king. And oh, was he a beauty king. Only his face could make a person lose their breath; the biggest eyes he’s ever seen, so dark and deep; the fullest lips he’s ever found in a male, the jawline, so masculine and sexy... And then the body. Oh gods, the body. Pale smooth skin, a narrow waist, strong shoulders, rock hard abs and pectorals, and those biceps for god’s sake.
He stands up and splashes cold water on his face. If he didn’t stop thinking like that he was so getting hard again, and he knew he couldn’t be so lucky to have another round with such a sex god.
Walking out of the room now with some sweatpants on, he finds Jaejoong awake and sitting, hair messy in all directions, sheets down to his waist, morning light making his pale skin shine. He forgets to breathe.
“Good morning, Yunho” the gorgeous man smiles warmly when he sees him back in the room.
“Ah, yes, good morning” He scratches his neck. What to do? Probably the other only wants to go back to his hotel and continue with his busy top class life, forgetting his existence. Probably he just wants to-
“No breakfast in bed? Tsk, you fooled me yesterday, I thought you were a gentleman” Jaejoong smirks, and Yunho’s brain goes into fusion for some seconds.
“Oh, ah! You want? I can bring you something”
“Let me borrow some pants and I help you making it?” Jaejoong smiles, a little blush coloring his cheeks.
Yunho thanks whoever made this possible, and prays hard for the top model to not be another one night stand on his list. It’s weird, he knows, he practically doesn’t know the other at all, he doesn’t even understand what kind of life he lives, he doesn’t even like that kind of life! But there’s something about Jaejoong, something different and, at the same time, so similar to him. And he wants to know, so he prays for time and for a chance. Because, he thinks, this is starting to feel like a small serious infatuation.
Surprisingly, it isn’t awkward at all. Jaejoong is open, playful and a flirt during the whole ‘morning after’, claiming he has free time and wants to spend it with Yunho. They make a mess of said man’s kitchen, spilling the coffee when they tickle each other, tipping the jam over when they slap each other’s hands. Jaejoong helps him cleaning with a smile on his face, so there is no problem with said mess, none at all.
They spend the rest of the time sprawled on Yunho’s living room couch watching his musical DVDs. The taller korean finds he doesn’t really know where the boundaries are and how he really has to act with the model, but things get clear as soon as Jaejoong snuggles up to him and kisses his lips tenderly. Goofy smile on his face, he keeps on thanking the heavens, again and again.
Jaejoong stirs like a cat once their second musical DVD of the day ends, and Yunho thinks he even hears the other purr. Feeling brave, he pecks the model’s lips, and rejoices when said male holds him by the neck and deepens the kiss. Things get heated up; hands start caressing every centimeter of skin, lips kiss collarbones and chests, nipples and tummies and more intimate regions, and they end having sex again, at the couch, sober this time. Now Yunho can really confirm it: it’s just the best sex he’s ever had. Jaejoong is warm and soft and playful, but strong and sharp and extremely sexy too. The noises he makes, the way he breathes, the way he closes his eyes in abandonment... It’s pure bliss, and he isn’t able to move away from the gorgeous man for a while after they reach their climax.
If doing it with Jaejoong is the best sex he’s ever had, hugging and cuddling said man is probably at the same level, in a more innocent way, of course.
“Let’s watch another DVD” Jaejoong’s caramelized voice tickles his ear, while the model’s hands play with strands of his hair.
“You like musicals, don’t you?” Yunho teases, head nested on the model’s naked chest, right under his chin.
“I do~” Jaejoong singsongs. Yunho chuckles.
“Do you have time for another one?”
“Are we still talking about the DVD here, or another thing?” The model nuzzles Yunho with his knee, and Yunho slaps his thigh while laughing and calling him a perv. Jaejoong smirks. “Okay, okay! Sure, the shoot today is at night in a restaurant, so I have plenty of time”
“That’s awesome, there’s only night function today” Yunho lifts his head, looks at the man under him, and pecks his lips, making the shorter male smile warmly at him, stomach full of butterflies.
“DVD! DVD! DVD!” Jaejoong chants while softly punching Yunho’s back in rhythm. Said man laughs and sits up, striding the shorter korean and feeling him ogling his naked body openly.
“Okay, choose between... West Side Story or Cats” Jaejoong seems distracted, since Yunho’s fingers are drawing random patterns up and down said shorter male’s chest.
“West Side Story? I’m up for some romance” Jaejoong winks, and Yunho tries hard not to blush and smile like a teenager. He obviously fails.
Yunho stands up, stretches his back and arms, and walks towards the home cinema. He doesn’t bother to cover his body at all. He feels the model’s eyes on him the whole time. Victory.
Putting the DVD on, he walks back to the couch, this time blushing a little. Jaejoong looks at him in a predatory way.
Not even a second after he seats down he is being kissed savagely, touched and scratched and pushed back until he finds himself lying upwards with the top model striding him and riding him in another round of overwhelming sex. If they keep on with this rhythm, he is sure he won’t live to tell. Not like he minds this way of dying, not at all.
They are sweaty and tired and breathing heavily when they are again lying in a knot one against the other. The movie has been going on for a while and they haven’t even noticed it. Again, not like they mind it.
Yunho runs his long fingers through Jaejoong’s blond dyed hair, enjoying how smooth it is even after bleaching it, and wondering about the current state of things. For sure this means something, right? For sure the model has to feel the tickling in his belly too, right? Or maybe not, maybe this is a normal thing for him, maybe this is how models cope with their lives. He feels an unpleasant something starting to run from the tip of his toes up his body, and he is decided to talk with the model, ask where they are standing, if they are standing at any place at all. He opens his mouth, frowning. And closes it immediately.
Jaejoong is singing along with the movie.
It starts as a hum, then he is softly singing the lyrics, and Yunho thinks it sounds beautiful. But then he starts singing louder, and it’s just breathtaking. He has one of the most beautiful voices Yunho has ever heard. And with him working where he works makes it a quite shocking fact.
Yunho says nothing, scared of interrupting such a wonderful event. He just listens, mesmerized, as Jaejoong gets bolder and bolder, and reaches a volume and an intensity that a lot of professionals he knows would kill to have. The model sits up, completely into it, and closing his eyes let’s his voice fill the room.
Maria, Maria, Maria
He then looks into Yunho’s eyes, who’s still unable to articulate a word. The most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Oh yes, indeed.
The movie goes on, and Jaejoong keeps on looking at Yunho, a little blush coloring his cheeks, a soft smile adorning his lips. He looks expectant, shy, and proud at the same time. Yunho feels his heart beating out of its cage.
“... wow” It’s the only thing he’s able to say. Jaejoong explodes in shy laughter, covering his mouth and falling back on top of Yunho’s body, hiding his face on the taller man’s chest. “Where does that voice come from?” Jaejoong keeps on chuckling “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you go to a professional model and tell them ‘look I take photos too’ and show your selcas from your phone? No way, right?” Jaejoong looks up at him, still half hidden between his neck and his shoulder, and Yunho feels he’s never seen anything cuter or more adorable in his whole life.
“That’s totally not the same!” Jaejoong buries his head back on its rightful place, and utters an almost mute ‘it is’ in retaliation. “It’s not! You sound like a professional. Better than some professionals I know, actually”
“Don’t exaggerate” Jaejoong looks up, bright red now. Yunho smiles and pecks his lips.
“I’m not, it’s the honest truth!” Jaejoong pecks him back “How come you sing so well? That sounds like trained”
“well, it is...”
Wrapped up in a blanket, glued next to each other, Jaejoong talks about his studies and his training and his dreams and his failures. Yunho is fascinated knowing the model has such depth within him, and pleasantly surprised to confirm he isn’t like the other ‘fashion victims’.
West Side story ends, and they practically haven’t given any more attention to it, too immersed in talking and getting to know each other better, in a sober way: Jaejoong grew up surrounded by female sisters, Jaejoong lives alone in New York, Jaejoong loves to cook and hates to diet, Jaejoong has mysteriously been single for ages.
Jaejoong is the most wonderful person he’s ever met.
He has developed a monumental crush in less than a day. Yes, sure, the fact that they had sex together has helped accelerating the process, but he’s had only-sex relationships before, and he had never felt like this. Never.
Yunho is nervous, or even afraid of the moment Jaejoong will get dressed and go back to the supermodel life. What if he never sees him again? Sure that is probably the idea, but now he doesn’t want it like that.
That moment arrives. Jaejoong pecks his lips, pouts while announcing he should start getting ready, and walks shamelessly naked to get his clothes and dress at Yunho’s bedroom. The taller man sighs, closing his eyes, and asks to whoever is listening to please, please don’t make this be the end.
Jaejoong is back, getting his boots on while sitting next to him, and humming a song from one of the musicals they’ve just seen.
“Don’t you have to get ready for the show tonight?” He glances sidely at the still naked man wrapped on the blanket.
“I live pretty close by to the theater, I still have some time” Yunho tries to sound nonchalant, even if he feels like biting his nails off.
“Oh I see...” Jaejoong stands up, reaches for his iPhone at the back of his pants and starts typing something “so, what’s your number?”
“Huh?”
“Your phone number, silly” the korean model chuckles. “How am I going to contact you if not?”
“oh... oh! Of course!”
So he types his number, walks Jaejoong to the door and kisses him goodbye while the supermodel smirks in appreciation and promises of more to come. Once the door is closed and he is alone, he keeps on praying those more to come promises become a reality.
Yunho is out of it for the rest of the day. He curses Jaejoong more than twice, starting to believe that the breathtaking korean has bewitched him. It’s not normal to have sex more than twice in less than twenty-four hours, and still have the need to release himself while showering. But just remembering that body, that skin, those lips, those collarbones, those hands... Yes, he is sure he’s been bewitched.
Getting ready for the show he feels exhausted, and his cast-mates notice too. Never ending jokes of what happened with the supermodel are in everyone’s mouthes, and Yunho just chuckles as if annoyed when in reality he has to stop himself from squealing over how right they all are and how they will never know.
Show goes right, his voice is a little more raspy than it normally is, but after so much ‘physical effort’ in the past hours he isn’t that surprised about it. He actually expected to faint while climbing the barricades, or something.
Taking a fast shower to take all the makeup off, getting dressed, saying goodbye to everybody, taking a couple of pics with fans waiting for the cast at the backstage door (waiting for the main roles no doubt, but still), and grabbing the bus to go back to his place, he doesn’t stop checking his Galaxy S every five seconds, in case there’s any missed call, or whatsapp message, or kakao, or text, or anything from Jaejoong. After having dinner, a cold beer, and watching two episodes from a Dr. Who re-run, he has given up on it. It was a beautiful, beautiful dream. He should be happy to have tasted such a heavenly body, and that’s all.
Turning off the TV and the lights, getting into bed and trying to sleep, he finds himself turning one side and the other, cursing the damn spell the korean model has put him under. Forget him, Jung! It was too good to be true! At least you’ve had him more than once, don’t be greedy!
Sleep is starting to invade his senses when his doorbell rings. Checking his alarm clock after the mini heart-attack he notices it’s almost four am. The bell rings again and he hurries to answer it before his neighbors start complaining about the noise. Ready to yell at whoever the bastard is who finds it funny to wake him up at this hour (even if he wasn’t really sleeping) he opens the door. All his angry speech leaves him at once when he sees who’s the ‘bastard’ ringing his door.
“Jae-Jaejoong?”
“Hey! Were you sleeping already? Sorry! I just finished a short while ago” Kim Jaejoong is standing at his doorstep, smiling sheepishly, a faint blush tainting his cheeks, starry eyed and breathtaking as always. Yunho just doesn’t know how to react. Did he fall asleep in the end and this is just a dream? “...Yunho? Am I bothering you?” And that wakes him up.
“Oh no no!! Come in, please!” Yunho steps aside and the supermodel enters with a face splitting smile.
“In case you’re wondering, I asked the cab driver who picked me up from here before about the address. I wrote it down and just asked another cab driver to bring me here. Smart, aren’t I?” Yunho closes the door and follows the blond male inside his flat, still not sure if this is reality at all. “Yunho? Are you okay? You are so silent...” Jaejoong looks worried, Yunho shakes his head.
“No, it’s just... I didn’t really expect to see you again”
“You didn’t want to?” Jaejoong asks in a whisper.
“More like, I thought it was too good to be possible” when he looks at Jaejoong, he notices the face splitting smile back, this time accompanied by reddish cheeks again.
“I somehow was thinking the same” Jaejoong adds with a warm voice, and in two steps he is right in front of the taller singer, and they are kissing again.
Well, Yunho thinks, it seems like this really could be love.
to be continued.
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A/n: Hello again!! Here another short fic I felt like writing ;) It's going to be 3 chapters only, but they are kind of long chapters, aren't they? I felt the urge to write YunJae being part of the world of musicals, since I worship them, and it's 'easy' to write about the things we love mixed! Second chapter is mostly finished, so I'll post it soon ^^
Hope you like it!
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: AU, drama, romance
Length: 1/3
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 5.654
warning: please, excuse mistakes!
Summary: Jung Yunho, a korean born musical actor residing in London, is trying his best to achieve his dream of being the main role in a musical production. Smart, cultivated and musical, he despises the world of fashion and the illiterates who are part of it. How will he react when Kim Jaejoong, world top class supermodel, who's biggest dream is to be able to be a musical actor, enter his life?
‘You’re just too handsome’. ‘It’s a waste’.
Those were the comments he had to hear and endure during all his years studying. Since he was a small kid he knew he wanted to be involved in the world of music. He wanted to play, perform, sing. Coming from a family of professional musicians really influenced him to be this way.
Having a master degree on Performing arts from the Seoul National University, he moved to London to continue his studies, now holding a post graduate diploma from the Royal Academy of Music itself.
Yes, he wants to be a musical actor. And that’s why everybody else said it was a ‘pity’ and a ‘waste’.
‘Those actors wear makeup, and wigs, and silly clothes... you’re too handsome to hide like that’ everybody says. But he wants to be there, on the stage, portraying those wonderful characters so full of passion he has been enchanted with since childhood.
He moved back to Seoul and attended every audition he could. He thought with his training and, as wrong as it is for him to say it, his good voice, he would have it kind of easy. Well, wasn’t he wrong.
Not a call back, not even a chance. He found himself jobless too young, struggling to pay the rent of his own small Songpa flat.
It was at that time and in that situation that a woman working for a model agency approached him, praising his good looks and promising glory and fame. It was at that time and in that situation that he chose the secondary road, leaving his stage dreams aside for better times.
Now, five years later, Kim Jaejoong is probably one of the most famous male models in the world. Runway model for top brands like Prada, Hugo Boss or Armani in the world capitals of fashion, captured in the most prestigious fashion magazines by the most important photographers of the moment, and the face of Gucci's campaigns itself.
Kim Jaejoong, twenty-six years old, is living the life. Only, it’s not really the life he planned to live.
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“Hey hey, Yunho!” the tall brunette turns and sees a cast mate under the umbrella, running towards him.
“Rob, morning”
“Bloody rain, my pants are ruined, and they are new!” the shorter brit man complains.
“You shouldn’t wear new pants when they announce heavy rains, now, should you?” the korean born male continues walking, his friend following beside him.
“But I wanted to look dashing today!”
“That is a quite difficult to achieve task...” Yunho smirks, his friend punches his shoulder making them both get a little wet under their black umbrellas.
“You won’t say the same when at the evening show I blind all the VIPs with my cool self” Rob smirks, Yunho chuckles.
“Sure sure... who’s coming anyway? The royalty again? You only get excited when they come”
“Didn’t you hear??” Rob exclaims, making some passer-by look at them weirdly. “They’re making some magazine special shoot from whatever top brand in London, and the models are coming to watch the show!”
“... the hell, are they interested in this things?” Yunho asks, full of spite.
“Why wouldn’t they? Don’t be mean, man! I’ve actually heard it was one of the models who asked to come”
“... whatever” They reach the Queen’s theater backstage door then, so the conversation ends in order to get ready for some rehearsal.
Jung Yunho, 27 years old, born in the south of South Korea. When he was eleven his family moved to London due to his mother achieving a job at the London’s Philharmonic orchestra as a violin player. His father was an awarded novelist, so he could work anywhere in the world without problems.
Reading classic novels since he was a child, and influenced by his mother’s love for classical music and London’s overall musical culture, he studied at the Trinity college in London getting a BA honors degree in Professional musical theater.
He didn’t have it easy to enter that world, though, being asian. Lead roles for most of the plays were banned for him, and most of the side roles too. He started being an ensemble at The Lion King, since with all the make-up and standing mostly in the back nobody had to notice his ethnicity. He ‘upgraded’ to ensemble at Cabaret, no heavy make-up, and having more exposure, thanks to his dancing abilities.
It was long years since finally he was noticed and casted in what probably was one of his biggest dreams: Les Miserables. He plays the role of Courfeyrac; not one of the major roles, but quite an important one at that.
He is really happy where he is, and even though he would love to play a lead role someday, he knows the road is difficult and he needs to take careful steps. He has enough patience for it though.
“Yunhooooo”’ as soon as he enters the common room he finds himself with an armful of unrecognizable female cast-mate jumping on him. “Did you hear, did you hear??” once she steps back to look at him he recognizes Lisa, the girl who’s playing Cosette, one of the main roles. And a close friend, too.
“Liz, what’s up?”
“He’s coming! One of the biggest crushes of my whole life is coming tonight to see the show!” She sounds so excited, Yunho only rolls his eyes.
“Not you too... you mean these models?”
“Yes!! Oh my god I’m going to die, really!” the girl is literally jumping around.
“Right? Right? I can’t believe it, Jessica Stam here, watching me!!” Rob joins in.
“Who?” Yunho asks, shaking off the water drops from his coat.
“Jessica Stam? You don’t know her? Man, you need to go out more often...” Rob pats Yunho’s shoulder, shaking his head in pity.
“I have no interest in models or this kind of famous people at all, what can I say?” Yunho takes off his coat while shrugging.
“Ooooh sorry! Forgot you’re too classy and cultivated for this kind of low pleasures of humanity” Rob makes a mock bow, Yunho chuckles.
“You’re an idiot” and smacks Rob’s head.
“It’s weird that you don’t know her, she’s really famous lately... oh, but sure you know Kim Jaejoong!” Lisa asks cheerfully.
“... who?” both Lisa and Rob sigh dejected. “What? I really don’t know anything about that world”
“But he is korean, like you, and soooo famous!” she says while they walk down the stairs towards the stage.
“Being korean doesn’t mean I know every korean out there. Actually, I don’t know many of them” Yunho shrugs again.
“Well, you’ll meet him tonight, and Mrs. Stam too! I’m so excited” Rob sing-songs while Lisa claps excitedly.
“... you’re nutters”
The rehearsal that day runs smooth and perfect. Yunho is surprised to see that most of the cast is really excited by the visit of the top models at the evening show.
It’s not his fault he doesn’t know them, really. He just never paid any attention to the fashion world. Yes, he likes to dress well and owns one or two brand pieces and perfumes, but he’s far from knowing models or photographers or anything. He’s just not interested.
Well, being sincere, he dislikes that kind of people. He hears the news, he hears the kind of life those top models wear: drugs, alcohol, eating disorders... most of them are practically illiterate and have zero appreciation for music or culture. He doesn’t want to meddle with those kind of people.
He couldn’t care less about the visit at the evening performance.
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Jaejoong has been close to an hour trying different pieces of clothes in front of the mirror. Too formal, too classy, too dashing, too urban. He wants to look his best for the theater tonight, he wants to give a good impression since that’s the world he’s always dreamed to be in, the world he still wants to be a part of.
He was so happy when they agreed to let him go and watch some musical play, even more when the Queen’s theater offered VIP tickets for them at the evening’s performance of Les Miserables. He always loved that play, and couldn’t miss this chance.
There’s a knock on his room door, and his female companion for the night enters.
“You ready? We should get going soon” the supermodel Jessica Stam, dressed in a stunning rose-print silk tank dress from Prabal Gurung accompanied by Louboutin's summerissima sandals, enters and sits on his bed.
“Almost? I’m not sure if this looks okay...” he is currently dressed in a u-neck knit, rock color, from Burberry, black riding pants and quilted leather bomber from Gucci and Bottega Veneta black leather boots.
“Are you kidding? You could walk around dressed in rags and still look like walking down the runway”
“Exaggerating much...” Jaejoong rolls his eyes, Jessica laughs.
“Really, why are you fretting so much? We’re only going to the theater”
“...I’ve always wanted to see that musical” Jaejoong mumbles, grabs his iPhone, room key and Veneta leather bag, sprays himself with Bvlgari and walks to the door.
“Let’s go then? We could eat something before the function starts”
“Count me in!” Jessica stands and they both walk down to the lobby of the hotel to ask for a taxi.
The show is overwhelming.
Jaejoong finds himself breathless from the first strong notes of the wind section of the orchestra, to the very last chorus cadenza. He already knows this musical by heart, but being the first time he sees it in real life is way better than he had imagined. Small teardrops form in his eyes at the end of the first act, and he can’t keep them away until the very end of the show.
He is moved, rendered speechless by the talent of each one of the performers. Plus, he’s seen one of the cast members, one of the principal roles, happened to be an asian man. Somehow, he gets a small heart attack the first time he notices him, and from there on he practically can’t stop searching for that character to study him. He is an asian in an important role in a West End musical. That man is what he wants to be. His dream, made possible.
He gives a standing ovation to every performer at the curtain call, and doesn’t move from his place until the orchestra stops playing, as much as Jessica complains about it. A staff member from the theater accompanied by a security guard comes to pick them up and walk them to the backstage, in case they want to meet the cast. Jaejoong hurries in following them, excited.
The backstage halls are narrow and old, but there’s laughter and yells, and people running up and down, talking, and being happy. Tired, but happy. His jealousy keeps increasing.
“So, mr. Kim, mrs. Stam, they are the main actors: mr. Ramin Karimloo and mr. Hadley Fraser. And this young man is Craig Mather” the staff is saying, and the actors politely shake hands with them. Slowly, the rest of the cast joins them in the small dressing room, everyone really excited to meet two supermodels. If only they knew it’s Jaejoong the one who’s the most excited one meeting musical actors. He keeps on searching for the asian man, he wants to ask him how he did it, how he achieved his dream, and when he finally appears Jaejoong notices a scowl on the taller man’s face.
He notices more things, too. He is younger than he thought, and quite more stylish than he thought. Wig and makeup gone, he has really short dark hair and wonderful olive skin. So to say, Jaejoong finds the man incredibly attractive.
“and this is Yunho Jung, who plays Courfeyrac” the staff is saying.
“Jung? You’re korean?” Jaejoong interrupts, more excited than ever.
“eh, yes, I am” the taller man answers quite coldly.
“Woah, I’m so interested in you!” the whole dressing room gasps, then start laughing and slapping Yunho’s shoulder. The taller korean doesn’t seem really amused by it.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t-”
“You’re a baritone, right? Sometimes I wasn’t sure because you seem to reach tenor scales...” Jaejoong continued not caring about interrupting anybody else. “during Drink with me, right? I was quite speechless!” there are a couple of seconds of complete silence where Jaejoong thinks he’s maybe messed up something. Then, Yunho talks.
“You know about music? About this musical?”
“Are you joking?” Jaejoong smiles incredulous.
“He’s the one who was begging to come and see it” Jessica adds, crossing her arms and smiling to the rest of the cast.
“I thought...” Yunho starts.
“Would you like going to drink something with me? So we can talk a little more, I’m really interested in you!” Yunho turns red while the dressing room explodes in cat-calls and laughs, and only then Jaejoong notices what he’s really been saying “Oh gods! I meant, interested in you because you’re an asian singing in... well, you know, I just...” Yunho looks at him, and chuckles, and Jaejoong thinks he’s even more attractive when he does.
“Ok, let’s go grab a beer somewhere close-by”
After helping Jessica get a taxi back to their hotel, Yunho and him walk to a nearby irish pub and ask for a couple of Guiness pints. A few sips later Yunho looks more relaxed around the top model, and that makes Jaejoong happy. He only wants to know more about how a korean young man like him made it to the West End. Well, and getting to know a hot guy like this Yunho isn’t a bad thing, either.
“I want to apologize, actually” Yunho says.
“hmm?”
“You see... I completely misjudged you before even knowing you” Yunho looks sheepish. So cute.
“What do you mean?”
“Well I thought... sorry, really, but ‘top models’? In a musical? I really thought you wouldn’t even know how a trumpet sounded like...” Yunho is red, looking at the table. Jaejoong cracks up laughing. “Hey, it’s not funny! You should be mad or something”
“No no, it’s fine! Most of the models I know are beyond dumb, so I understand where you’re coming from” Jaejoong winks, and Yunho smiles.
“So you’re the exception?”
“What do you think?” Jaejoong cheekily answers.
“...hmmm” Yunho ponders while looking at him, and Jaejoong bursts out laughing again, covering his mouth with his hand. “Yeah, I think you are different”
“In a good or a bad way?” Jaejoong is flirting, he knows it, but he doesn’t really mind it.
“Good by now, but let’s see how the night proceeds”
And the night proceeds fantastically well. They ask for a second round of pints, and a third, and a fourth. Yunho turns from a cold judging man into the most funny, charismatic and sexy man Jaejoong has ever met. They talk a little about musical theater, a little about the modeling world, and a lot about themselves: Yunho is exactly one year older than him, Yunho lives alone in London, Yunho comes from a rich family, Yunho is currently single.
“And you?” Yunho asks, a little more sloppily than he probably wants.
“Single too! Told ya, all models are dumb”
“But that girl with you tonight was gorgeous~”
“Please, Yunho-sshi” He makes a disgust face “I’m a model, do you think I’m interested in girls?” He jokes, then panics. Yunho is korean! As much as he’s been living out of Korea for most of his life, he probably was raised with this ‘homosexuals are evil’ mentality! He’s going to play it as if it was a joke when Yunho laughs wholeheartedly.
“Of course, how could I make such a mistake!” for a couple of seconds Jaejoong is scared to say anything and only looks at his drinking companion, but then he sees Yunho smiling at him even more warmly than before, and he knows it’s okay. Actually, he knows even more than that.
“No girls for you either?” he throws the dice and prays for luck.
“Please, Jaejoong-sshi! I am a musical actor, do you think I’m interested in girls?” Luck is on his side, and they both laugh loud and carelessly.
He has lost the count on beers and shots and fries with sour cream they’ve consumed, and he knows they’re not talking about anything of what he was so interested to know. But they’re having a great time, Yunho is awesome and fun and Jaejoong thinks he will swoon over him soon. He flirts, and Yunho flirts back, and it makes him feel wonderful and giddy.
Next thing he knows, they are at Yunho’s place, him being pushed by said singer against the wall, devouring his lips. Jaejoong’s too drunk to really understand things, but he likes those kisses and those hands trying to unzip his pants clumsily. Chuckling, tripping against each other and other furniture pieces around the place, they undress on their way to Yunho’s bedroom (or so he supposes). He falls over the soft mattress, clad only in underwear, and sees Yunho hovering over him, devouring his body with his eyes and his skin with his lips and tongue.
It’s all fast, dizzying, wild and overwhelming. He’s sober enough to regret being so drunk that he can’t really control this, because every time Yunho pushes into him he thinks he’s never felt so much pleasure, and this probably is the best sex he has ever had.
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A pounding headache wakes him up. Groaning, he sits on his bed, eyes closed tight against the daylight, completely confused for long seconds. He tries to put some order into his head:
The evening show with the two top models, the gorgeous korean male... Jaejoong, yes, going with him to have some drinks... then...
Yunho looks to his left and finds the sleeping naked figure of said korean top model, half wrapped in the blankets. Surviving the mini heart-attack he has just suffered and stopping the urge to yell in surprise, he stands up and walks to the bathroom, trying not to make any noise.
“What the fuck Jung Yunho, what the fuck!” He sits on the toilet lid and holds his head in his hands, grabbing his hair. It’s not like him to freak out like this, he’s had his one night stands before, but this was a world top class supermodel! He could imagine paparazzi out of his door right now, waiting to catch him in his underwear just like in that movie he can’t bother to remember the title of now. He could imagine his career ruined, being called to sensationalist TV shows to talk about Kim Jaejoong’s dirty secrets. He could... well. Actually, calming a little, he just had amazing sex with a world top class supermodel... it ain’t every day that stuff happens.
And all in all, why should he panic? Jaejoong seemed a really down-to-earth guy. Pretty normal, so to say. Smart, cultivated, funny... not something he would have expected from a beauty king. And oh, was he a beauty king. Only his face could make a person lose their breath; the biggest eyes he’s ever seen, so dark and deep; the fullest lips he’s ever found in a male, the jawline, so masculine and sexy... And then the body. Oh gods, the body. Pale smooth skin, a narrow waist, strong shoulders, rock hard abs and pectorals, and those biceps for god’s sake.
He stands up and splashes cold water on his face. If he didn’t stop thinking like that he was so getting hard again, and he knew he couldn’t be so lucky to have another round with such a sex god.
Walking out of the room now with some sweatpants on, he finds Jaejoong awake and sitting, hair messy in all directions, sheets down to his waist, morning light making his pale skin shine. He forgets to breathe.
“Good morning, Yunho” the gorgeous man smiles warmly when he sees him back in the room.
“Ah, yes, good morning” He scratches his neck. What to do? Probably the other only wants to go back to his hotel and continue with his busy top class life, forgetting his existence. Probably he just wants to-
“No breakfast in bed? Tsk, you fooled me yesterday, I thought you were a gentleman” Jaejoong smirks, and Yunho’s brain goes into fusion for some seconds.
“Oh, ah! You want? I can bring you something”
“Let me borrow some pants and I help you making it?” Jaejoong smiles, a little blush coloring his cheeks.
Yunho thanks whoever made this possible, and prays hard for the top model to not be another one night stand on his list. It’s weird, he knows, he practically doesn’t know the other at all, he doesn’t even understand what kind of life he lives, he doesn’t even like that kind of life! But there’s something about Jaejoong, something different and, at the same time, so similar to him. And he wants to know, so he prays for time and for a chance. Because, he thinks, this is starting to feel like a small serious infatuation.
Surprisingly, it isn’t awkward at all. Jaejoong is open, playful and a flirt during the whole ‘morning after’, claiming he has free time and wants to spend it with Yunho. They make a mess of said man’s kitchen, spilling the coffee when they tickle each other, tipping the jam over when they slap each other’s hands. Jaejoong helps him cleaning with a smile on his face, so there is no problem with said mess, none at all.
They spend the rest of the time sprawled on Yunho’s living room couch watching his musical DVDs. The taller korean finds he doesn’t really know where the boundaries are and how he really has to act with the model, but things get clear as soon as Jaejoong snuggles up to him and kisses his lips tenderly. Goofy smile on his face, he keeps on thanking the heavens, again and again.
Jaejoong stirs like a cat once their second musical DVD of the day ends, and Yunho thinks he even hears the other purr. Feeling brave, he pecks the model’s lips, and rejoices when said male holds him by the neck and deepens the kiss. Things get heated up; hands start caressing every centimeter of skin, lips kiss collarbones and chests, nipples and tummies and more intimate regions, and they end having sex again, at the couch, sober this time. Now Yunho can really confirm it: it’s just the best sex he’s ever had. Jaejoong is warm and soft and playful, but strong and sharp and extremely sexy too. The noises he makes, the way he breathes, the way he closes his eyes in abandonment... It’s pure bliss, and he isn’t able to move away from the gorgeous man for a while after they reach their climax.
If doing it with Jaejoong is the best sex he’s ever had, hugging and cuddling said man is probably at the same level, in a more innocent way, of course.
“Let’s watch another DVD” Jaejoong’s caramelized voice tickles his ear, while the model’s hands play with strands of his hair.
“You like musicals, don’t you?” Yunho teases, head nested on the model’s naked chest, right under his chin.
“I do~” Jaejoong singsongs. Yunho chuckles.
“Do you have time for another one?”
“Are we still talking about the DVD here, or another thing?” The model nuzzles Yunho with his knee, and Yunho slaps his thigh while laughing and calling him a perv. Jaejoong smirks. “Okay, okay! Sure, the shoot today is at night in a restaurant, so I have plenty of time”
“That’s awesome, there’s only night function today” Yunho lifts his head, looks at the man under him, and pecks his lips, making the shorter male smile warmly at him, stomach full of butterflies.
“DVD! DVD! DVD!” Jaejoong chants while softly punching Yunho’s back in rhythm. Said man laughs and sits up, striding the shorter korean and feeling him ogling his naked body openly.
“Okay, choose between... West Side Story or Cats” Jaejoong seems distracted, since Yunho’s fingers are drawing random patterns up and down said shorter male’s chest.
“West Side Story? I’m up for some romance” Jaejoong winks, and Yunho tries hard not to blush and smile like a teenager. He obviously fails.
Yunho stands up, stretches his back and arms, and walks towards the home cinema. He doesn’t bother to cover his body at all. He feels the model’s eyes on him the whole time. Victory.
Putting the DVD on, he walks back to the couch, this time blushing a little. Jaejoong looks at him in a predatory way.
Not even a second after he seats down he is being kissed savagely, touched and scratched and pushed back until he finds himself lying upwards with the top model striding him and riding him in another round of overwhelming sex. If they keep on with this rhythm, he is sure he won’t live to tell. Not like he minds this way of dying, not at all.
They are sweaty and tired and breathing heavily when they are again lying in a knot one against the other. The movie has been going on for a while and they haven’t even noticed it. Again, not like they mind it.
Yunho runs his long fingers through Jaejoong’s blond dyed hair, enjoying how smooth it is even after bleaching it, and wondering about the current state of things. For sure this means something, right? For sure the model has to feel the tickling in his belly too, right? Or maybe not, maybe this is a normal thing for him, maybe this is how models cope with their lives. He feels an unpleasant something starting to run from the tip of his toes up his body, and he is decided to talk with the model, ask where they are standing, if they are standing at any place at all. He opens his mouth, frowning. And closes it immediately.
Jaejoong is singing along with the movie.
It starts as a hum, then he is softly singing the lyrics, and Yunho thinks it sounds beautiful. But then he starts singing louder, and it’s just breathtaking. He has one of the most beautiful voices Yunho has ever heard. And with him working where he works makes it a quite shocking fact.
Yunho says nothing, scared of interrupting such a wonderful event. He just listens, mesmerized, as Jaejoong gets bolder and bolder, and reaches a volume and an intensity that a lot of professionals he knows would kill to have. The model sits up, completely into it, and closing his eyes let’s his voice fill the room.
Maria, Maria, Maria
He then looks into Yunho’s eyes, who’s still unable to articulate a word. The most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Oh yes, indeed.
The movie goes on, and Jaejoong keeps on looking at Yunho, a little blush coloring his cheeks, a soft smile adorning his lips. He looks expectant, shy, and proud at the same time. Yunho feels his heart beating out of its cage.
“... wow” It’s the only thing he’s able to say. Jaejoong explodes in shy laughter, covering his mouth and falling back on top of Yunho’s body, hiding his face on the taller man’s chest. “Where does that voice come from?” Jaejoong keeps on chuckling “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you go to a professional model and tell them ‘look I take photos too’ and show your selcas from your phone? No way, right?” Jaejoong looks up at him, still half hidden between his neck and his shoulder, and Yunho feels he’s never seen anything cuter or more adorable in his whole life.
“That’s totally not the same!” Jaejoong buries his head back on its rightful place, and utters an almost mute ‘it is’ in retaliation. “It’s not! You sound like a professional. Better than some professionals I know, actually”
“Don’t exaggerate” Jaejoong looks up, bright red now. Yunho smiles and pecks his lips.
“I’m not, it’s the honest truth!” Jaejoong pecks him back “How come you sing so well? That sounds like trained”
“well, it is...”
Wrapped up in a blanket, glued next to each other, Jaejoong talks about his studies and his training and his dreams and his failures. Yunho is fascinated knowing the model has such depth within him, and pleasantly surprised to confirm he isn’t like the other ‘fashion victims’.
West Side story ends, and they practically haven’t given any more attention to it, too immersed in talking and getting to know each other better, in a sober way: Jaejoong grew up surrounded by female sisters, Jaejoong lives alone in New York, Jaejoong loves to cook and hates to diet, Jaejoong has mysteriously been single for ages.
Jaejoong is the most wonderful person he’s ever met.
He has developed a monumental crush in less than a day. Yes, sure, the fact that they had sex together has helped accelerating the process, but he’s had only-sex relationships before, and he had never felt like this. Never.
Yunho is nervous, or even afraid of the moment Jaejoong will get dressed and go back to the supermodel life. What if he never sees him again? Sure that is probably the idea, but now he doesn’t want it like that.
That moment arrives. Jaejoong pecks his lips, pouts while announcing he should start getting ready, and walks shamelessly naked to get his clothes and dress at Yunho’s bedroom. The taller man sighs, closing his eyes, and asks to whoever is listening to please, please don’t make this be the end.
Jaejoong is back, getting his boots on while sitting next to him, and humming a song from one of the musicals they’ve just seen.
“Don’t you have to get ready for the show tonight?” He glances sidely at the still naked man wrapped on the blanket.
“I live pretty close by to the theater, I still have some time” Yunho tries to sound nonchalant, even if he feels like biting his nails off.
“Oh I see...” Jaejoong stands up, reaches for his iPhone at the back of his pants and starts typing something “so, what’s your number?”
“Huh?”
“Your phone number, silly” the korean model chuckles. “How am I going to contact you if not?”
“oh... oh! Of course!”
So he types his number, walks Jaejoong to the door and kisses him goodbye while the supermodel smirks in appreciation and promises of more to come. Once the door is closed and he is alone, he keeps on praying those more to come promises become a reality.
Yunho is out of it for the rest of the day. He curses Jaejoong more than twice, starting to believe that the breathtaking korean has bewitched him. It’s not normal to have sex more than twice in less than twenty-four hours, and still have the need to release himself while showering. But just remembering that body, that skin, those lips, those collarbones, those hands... Yes, he is sure he’s been bewitched.
Getting ready for the show he feels exhausted, and his cast-mates notice too. Never ending jokes of what happened with the supermodel are in everyone’s mouthes, and Yunho just chuckles as if annoyed when in reality he has to stop himself from squealing over how right they all are and how they will never know.
Show goes right, his voice is a little more raspy than it normally is, but after so much ‘physical effort’ in the past hours he isn’t that surprised about it. He actually expected to faint while climbing the barricades, or something.
Taking a fast shower to take all the makeup off, getting dressed, saying goodbye to everybody, taking a couple of pics with fans waiting for the cast at the backstage door (waiting for the main roles no doubt, but still), and grabbing the bus to go back to his place, he doesn’t stop checking his Galaxy S every five seconds, in case there’s any missed call, or whatsapp message, or kakao, or text, or anything from Jaejoong. After having dinner, a cold beer, and watching two episodes from a Dr. Who re-run, he has given up on it. It was a beautiful, beautiful dream. He should be happy to have tasted such a heavenly body, and that’s all.
Turning off the TV and the lights, getting into bed and trying to sleep, he finds himself turning one side and the other, cursing the damn spell the korean model has put him under. Forget him, Jung! It was too good to be true! At least you’ve had him more than once, don’t be greedy!
Sleep is starting to invade his senses when his doorbell rings. Checking his alarm clock after the mini heart-attack he notices it’s almost four am. The bell rings again and he hurries to answer it before his neighbors start complaining about the noise. Ready to yell at whoever the bastard is who finds it funny to wake him up at this hour (even if he wasn’t really sleeping) he opens the door. All his angry speech leaves him at once when he sees who’s the ‘bastard’ ringing his door.
“Jae-Jaejoong?”
“Hey! Were you sleeping already? Sorry! I just finished a short while ago” Kim Jaejoong is standing at his doorstep, smiling sheepishly, a faint blush tainting his cheeks, starry eyed and breathtaking as always. Yunho just doesn’t know how to react. Did he fall asleep in the end and this is just a dream? “...Yunho? Am I bothering you?” And that wakes him up.
“Oh no no!! Come in, please!” Yunho steps aside and the supermodel enters with a face splitting smile.
“In case you’re wondering, I asked the cab driver who picked me up from here before about the address. I wrote it down and just asked another cab driver to bring me here. Smart, aren’t I?” Yunho closes the door and follows the blond male inside his flat, still not sure if this is reality at all. “Yunho? Are you okay? You are so silent...” Jaejoong looks worried, Yunho shakes his head.
“No, it’s just... I didn’t really expect to see you again”
“You didn’t want to?” Jaejoong asks in a whisper.
“More like, I thought it was too good to be possible” when he looks at Jaejoong, he notices the face splitting smile back, this time accompanied by reddish cheeks again.
“I somehow was thinking the same” Jaejoong adds with a warm voice, and in two steps he is right in front of the taller singer, and they are kissing again.
Well, Yunho thinks, it seems like this really could be love.
to be continued.
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A/n: Hello again!! Here another short fic I felt like writing ;) It's going to be 3 chapters only, but they are kind of long chapters, aren't they? I felt the urge to write YunJae being part of the world of musicals, since I worship them, and it's 'easy' to write about the things we love mixed! Second chapter is mostly finished, so I'll post it soon ^^
Hope you like it!