Fic: Double Dare
Title: Double Dare
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho/Yoochun, implied Changmin/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Written for cindelius's prompt of Jaehochun: double dare. I'm sorry I took so long with this, and I hope you like it! <3
It starts innocently enough. They all do, Yoochun reflects bitterly later, faced with one triumphant, radiant Kim Jaejoong. This one starts one muggy afternoon in a studio in Japan before the cameras start flashing, with Yoochun sliding ice-chilled fingers up the back of Jaejoong’s t-shirt. What ensues can only be described as a small-scale disaster on par with the destruction caused by a minor earthquake: Jaejoong shrieks (a high-pitched, most undignified keening, one Changmin swears was probably audible to every dog within a five mile radius), spins, and spots Yoochun before he can tuck the wide, wide grin out of sight. Not that that would have saved him, really, with his fingers still caught in the hem of Jaejoong’s shirt. Nobody can say for sure what happens next; there’s a blur of colour, a glimpse of flailing limbs, shouting, the sound of pounding feet, the crashing over of stools and low tables and various props in the wake of Jaejoong’s wrath, and finally the boys themselves tangled up on the floor, Yoochun laughing and laughing and reaching down to capture Jaejoong’s wrists in his hands even as Jaejoong growls and bucks and gnashes his teeth menacingly.
It starts innocently enough, with Yoochun bending down to whisper in Jaejoong’s ear, soft so the others can’t hear. “I dare you to do that to Yunho hyung”, and Jaejoong stills abruptly, struggles ceasing, body going limp, face slack and thoughtful.
They all heave a sigh of relief when Yoochun stands and dusts himself off, when he offers Jaejoong a hand. “Storm’s over”, Changmin offers to a still wary Junsu, eyes barely flickering from his page.
“Good”, Junsu sniffs, straightens his shirt irritably before coming out of hiding from behind the couch.
It starts innocently enough, with Jaejoong sliding ice-chilled fingers up the back of Yunho’s t-shirt when they’re posing for pictures, heads tilted just so, smiles fixed firmly in place. To his credit, Yunho’s expression barely wavers, and Jaejoong scowls slightly when a surprised gasp, quickly stifled, seems to be the only indication of Yunho’s startled discomfort. It’s only when the photographer is done (“Great job, everybody!) that Yunho rounds on Jaejoong, eyes wide in disbelief and nearly spluttering in indignation. “What in the world-”
“Yoochun dared me to”, Jaejoong says; waggles his fingers by way of explanation. Yunho does splutter, then, turning to favour a mercifully oblivious Yoochun with a baleful glare before transferring it on to Jaejoong. “Then I…I dare you to hide Yoochun’s clothes. All of them.”
“Oh?” Jaejoong’s smirk is wide, wide, predatory. “I double dare you.”
Which is how Yunho finds himself scooping handfuls and handfuls of fabric out of Yoochun’s cupboards later that night while the younger boy is in the shower, still blissfully unaware. He’s barely done kicking the boxes under his bed when Yoochun emerges from the bathroom in a towel and a cloud of steam, hair still dripping and humming jauntily to himself. Yunho catches Jaejoong’s eye from across the room as he settles on the couch, Jaejoong gracing him with a nod and a wink, and braces himself.
“JUNSU!”
Junsu jerks so violently he almost tumbles out of Changmin’s lap and onto the floor. “What?” He makes a faint sound in the back of his throat when Yoochun stalks into the room, eyes flashing dangerously.
“My clothes, Junsu?”
“Don’t look at me”, Junsu begins indignantly; shrinks back against Changmin’s chest when Yoochun doesn’t look even close to appeased.
“And just what am I going to wear?”
“Well”, Jaejoong looks away from the television, leering openly, “you could always just stay like that.”
Changmin sighs heavily. “You can borrow something from me, hyung.”
“Thank you.” Yunho wisely keeps his eyes on the screen when Yoochun glares at each of them in turn for good measure before turning and heading down the hall.
“That was”, Jaejoong, shoulders shaking with mirth as he walks over and flops down next to Yunho, “so good, Yunnie-ah.”
Yunho crosses his arms manfully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”; lets Jaejoong muffle his laughter in the sleeve of his shirt, and wonders if this means it’s all over, now.
Jaejoong knows it’s far from being over, when he feels hands on his hips the next morning, warm breath on the nape of his neck. He whirls, spatula raised threateningly; relaxes when he realizes Yoochun is unarmed and therefore slightly less dangerous. “I found my clothes”, Yoochun declares by way of greeting. “And I know you had something to do with it.”
“You wound me with your faithless accusations. Taste.” Yoochun obliges, mouth opening wide for the proffered morsel and chews slowly. “Good”, he pronounces reluctantly and scowls when Jaejoong hums slightly, pleased, and turns back to his cooking. “I’m going to get you back for that, you know.”
“But, Chunnie-ah”, and even the slight duck of his head can’t quite hide the grin on Jaejoong’s face, “it was Yunho who hid your clothes.”
Yoochun struggles to find the words, seizes on an idea. “Then I dare you to make Yunho hyung all uncomfortable. In public.”
Jaejoong turns then, grin white, white, oddly unsettling. “I double dare you.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Why, Chunnie-ah, do you forfeit?” Jaejoong looks much too pleased with himself, and Yoochun’s eyes narrow.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”
“Oh.” Jaejoong turns to setting plates on the table, hides a smile behind his hand. “Good, then.”
Which is how Yunho finds himself watching in fascinated horror later that afternoon while Yoochun does his solo commentary in front of a whole array of cameras. “Yunho hyung is really manly”, Yoochun is saying, eyes wide, earnest. “Recently he’s been training, so he exercises a lot. He’s always walking around the apartment shirtless and doing push-ups in the living room-”
It’s only when Changmin speaks that Yunho realizes the younger boy’s drifted over to stand by his side. “Really? When?”
Yunho can feel the blush starting at the base of his neck and creeping upwards. “Once, when you and Jaejoong and Junsu were out shopping-”
“-still, he takes really good care of the rest of us”, and Yunho almost squirms on the spot when Yoochun positively beams at the camera. “Hyung, saranghae”, complete with a little heart sign and oh god oh god oh god-
“Hyung, saranghae”, Junsu coos as he waltzes by; laughs and dances out of reach when Yunho turns with a strangled cry and makes a grab for his shirt.
“Well?” Yunho almost jumps when he hears the voice at his back, hands already lifting convulsively when Yoochun stops him with an easy smile, warning sharp in his dark eyes.
“Don’t try anything just yet, hyung, the cameras are still on us. Smile”, and Yunho does, even though it sits stretched and forced on his face.
“Jaejoong”, Yoochun supplies helpfully when Yunho’s mouth opens and closes and then opens again, hands reaching up to tug Yunho’s tie straight.
“Jaejoong”, and Yoochun laughs, pat his arm encouragingly.
“Go for it, hyung.”
While Jaejoong’s been accused of many things nobody can truly call him oblivious. It’s almost insulting, he thinks sourly, the second time Yunho pats him affectionately on the hip, how blatant he’s being, unless it’s all part of some oblique order to play up the fanservice by management that he’s missed. Jaejoong takes it in his stride, for most of it; tilts his head dutifully upwards whenever Yunho bends to whisper by his ear, leans in when Yunho sits next to him, too close, their shoulders touching, but this- He jerks visibly when Yunho starts drawing circles into his jeans clad thigh towards the end of the interview, and barely manages to stutter out a coherent answer with Yunho’s fingers inching higher and higher under the table with every word. Changmin looks up curiously when Jaejoong pushes his chair back hurriedly the moment the interview is done, face flushed and eyes slightly wild.
“Hyung?” Junsu’s brow is furrowed, lower lip jutting out worriedly. “Hyung, are you alright?”
“Fine”, Jaejoong coughs to clear his throat, ignores Yoochun’s pointed sniggering. Damn the man, and Jung Yunho, damn them all- “Excuse me-”
“Should we go see if he’s okay?” Changmin’s eyes follow Jaejoong’s retreating back as he flees from the room, eyebrows raised questioningly.
“He’ll be fine”, Yunho replies smoothly, glad his voice doesn’t give him away.
It starts innocently enough, with Jaejoong sneaking into the bathroom early the next morning (because he can just see Yoochun’s hand, pun not intended, in the whole affair, the sneaky bastard) and Yoochun is still blinking the water out of his eyes when the flash goes off.
“You-” and Jaejoong deposits the camera into the sink and out of harm’s way as Yoochun lunges out of the shower at him, arm stretched up high and holding the Polaroid just out of his reach.
“Let go, you’re getting my shirt all wet-”
“Give me that!”
“Never!”
“You-” and Jaejoong struggles as Yoochun literally attempts to claw his way up the older boy’s body, “Give it over!”
“No-” and Jaejoong twists artfully, Yoochun’s wet fingers slipping, his grip on the fabric loosening, and there- Jaejoong crows triumphantly as he wriggles free, as Yoochun’s hands catch feebly at his belt loops.
“Come back here- Argh!”
Jaejoong pauses and turns back warily at the loud thump and the sound of slick flesh colliding with wet tile, and is greeted by the sight of a hunched over Yoochun on the floor, cursing colourfully and rubbing at the back of his head. “Damnit-”
Yoochun attempts to steal the picture out of Jaejoong’s hand when he kneels down next to the younger boy, but Jaejoong is faster. Yoochun swears again when his head smacks against the cold floor, when Jaejoong settles firmly on his thighs. “I win”, he grins, and Yoochun tries appealing to Jaejoong’s maternal instincts.
“Hyung, I’m cold-”
“Yunhoooo!”
“What, Jaejoong?” Keep cool, Park Yoochun, Yoochun reminds himself, fierce, when Yunho wanders into the bathroom, half-eaten apple in hand.
“Look what I caught”, Jaejoong beams as Yunho crouches down, mouth still working steadily.
“Nice”, Yunho offers, and Jaejoong preens slightly.
“You know”, Jaejoong begins, quirk of the lips dark, dark, wicked, “I dare you to-” and then there is whispering, and Yoochun has always been wary of anything that couldn’t be said out loud, particularly in front of him, especially now, and-
“Yes”, Yunho is saying, “but I double dare you-”
Jaejoong shrugs, grin growing by the second. “That works fine, too.”
“I’m screaming for help”, Yoochun manages faintly when Jaejoong shifts slightly, when Yunho sets aside his fruit carefully.
“Suit yourself”, Jaejoong murmurs, half distracted, face a picture of concentration, hands already moving, moving.
“In fact”, and Yoochun shudders at the curve of Yunho’s lips on the line of his neck, laughter thick in his voice, “we dare you.”
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho/Yoochun, implied Changmin/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Written for cindelius's prompt of Jaehochun: double dare. I'm sorry I took so long with this, and I hope you like it! <3
It starts innocently enough. They all do, Yoochun reflects bitterly later, faced with one triumphant, radiant Kim Jaejoong. This one starts one muggy afternoon in a studio in Japan before the cameras start flashing, with Yoochun sliding ice-chilled fingers up the back of Jaejoong’s t-shirt. What ensues can only be described as a small-scale disaster on par with the destruction caused by a minor earthquake: Jaejoong shrieks (a high-pitched, most undignified keening, one Changmin swears was probably audible to every dog within a five mile radius), spins, and spots Yoochun before he can tuck the wide, wide grin out of sight. Not that that would have saved him, really, with his fingers still caught in the hem of Jaejoong’s shirt. Nobody can say for sure what happens next; there’s a blur of colour, a glimpse of flailing limbs, shouting, the sound of pounding feet, the crashing over of stools and low tables and various props in the wake of Jaejoong’s wrath, and finally the boys themselves tangled up on the floor, Yoochun laughing and laughing and reaching down to capture Jaejoong’s wrists in his hands even as Jaejoong growls and bucks and gnashes his teeth menacingly.
It starts innocently enough, with Yoochun bending down to whisper in Jaejoong’s ear, soft so the others can’t hear. “I dare you to do that to Yunho hyung”, and Jaejoong stills abruptly, struggles ceasing, body going limp, face slack and thoughtful.
They all heave a sigh of relief when Yoochun stands and dusts himself off, when he offers Jaejoong a hand. “Storm’s over”, Changmin offers to a still wary Junsu, eyes barely flickering from his page.
“Good”, Junsu sniffs, straightens his shirt irritably before coming out of hiding from behind the couch.
It starts innocently enough, with Jaejoong sliding ice-chilled fingers up the back of Yunho’s t-shirt when they’re posing for pictures, heads tilted just so, smiles fixed firmly in place. To his credit, Yunho’s expression barely wavers, and Jaejoong scowls slightly when a surprised gasp, quickly stifled, seems to be the only indication of Yunho’s startled discomfort. It’s only when the photographer is done (“Great job, everybody!) that Yunho rounds on Jaejoong, eyes wide in disbelief and nearly spluttering in indignation. “What in the world-”
“Yoochun dared me to”, Jaejoong says; waggles his fingers by way of explanation. Yunho does splutter, then, turning to favour a mercifully oblivious Yoochun with a baleful glare before transferring it on to Jaejoong. “Then I…I dare you to hide Yoochun’s clothes. All of them.”
“Oh?” Jaejoong’s smirk is wide, wide, predatory. “I double dare you.”
Which is how Yunho finds himself scooping handfuls and handfuls of fabric out of Yoochun’s cupboards later that night while the younger boy is in the shower, still blissfully unaware. He’s barely done kicking the boxes under his bed when Yoochun emerges from the bathroom in a towel and a cloud of steam, hair still dripping and humming jauntily to himself. Yunho catches Jaejoong’s eye from across the room as he settles on the couch, Jaejoong gracing him with a nod and a wink, and braces himself.
“JUNSU!”
Junsu jerks so violently he almost tumbles out of Changmin’s lap and onto the floor. “What?” He makes a faint sound in the back of his throat when Yoochun stalks into the room, eyes flashing dangerously.
“My clothes, Junsu?”
“Don’t look at me”, Junsu begins indignantly; shrinks back against Changmin’s chest when Yoochun doesn’t look even close to appeased.
“And just what am I going to wear?”
“Well”, Jaejoong looks away from the television, leering openly, “you could always just stay like that.”
Changmin sighs heavily. “You can borrow something from me, hyung.”
“Thank you.” Yunho wisely keeps his eyes on the screen when Yoochun glares at each of them in turn for good measure before turning and heading down the hall.
“That was”, Jaejoong, shoulders shaking with mirth as he walks over and flops down next to Yunho, “so good, Yunnie-ah.”
Yunho crosses his arms manfully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”; lets Jaejoong muffle his laughter in the sleeve of his shirt, and wonders if this means it’s all over, now.
Jaejoong knows it’s far from being over, when he feels hands on his hips the next morning, warm breath on the nape of his neck. He whirls, spatula raised threateningly; relaxes when he realizes Yoochun is unarmed and therefore slightly less dangerous. “I found my clothes”, Yoochun declares by way of greeting. “And I know you had something to do with it.”
“You wound me with your faithless accusations. Taste.” Yoochun obliges, mouth opening wide for the proffered morsel and chews slowly. “Good”, he pronounces reluctantly and scowls when Jaejoong hums slightly, pleased, and turns back to his cooking. “I’m going to get you back for that, you know.”
“But, Chunnie-ah”, and even the slight duck of his head can’t quite hide the grin on Jaejoong’s face, “it was Yunho who hid your clothes.”
Yoochun struggles to find the words, seizes on an idea. “Then I dare you to make Yunho hyung all uncomfortable. In public.”
Jaejoong turns then, grin white, white, oddly unsettling. “I double dare you.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Why, Chunnie-ah, do you forfeit?” Jaejoong looks much too pleased with himself, and Yoochun’s eyes narrow.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”
“Oh.” Jaejoong turns to setting plates on the table, hides a smile behind his hand. “Good, then.”
Which is how Yunho finds himself watching in fascinated horror later that afternoon while Yoochun does his solo commentary in front of a whole array of cameras. “Yunho hyung is really manly”, Yoochun is saying, eyes wide, earnest. “Recently he’s been training, so he exercises a lot. He’s always walking around the apartment shirtless and doing push-ups in the living room-”
It’s only when Changmin speaks that Yunho realizes the younger boy’s drifted over to stand by his side. “Really? When?”
Yunho can feel the blush starting at the base of his neck and creeping upwards. “Once, when you and Jaejoong and Junsu were out shopping-”
“-still, he takes really good care of the rest of us”, and Yunho almost squirms on the spot when Yoochun positively beams at the camera. “Hyung, saranghae”, complete with a little heart sign and oh god oh god oh god-
“Hyung, saranghae”, Junsu coos as he waltzes by; laughs and dances out of reach when Yunho turns with a strangled cry and makes a grab for his shirt.
“Well?” Yunho almost jumps when he hears the voice at his back, hands already lifting convulsively when Yoochun stops him with an easy smile, warning sharp in his dark eyes.
“Don’t try anything just yet, hyung, the cameras are still on us. Smile”, and Yunho does, even though it sits stretched and forced on his face.
“Jaejoong”, Yoochun supplies helpfully when Yunho’s mouth opens and closes and then opens again, hands reaching up to tug Yunho’s tie straight.
“Jaejoong”, and Yoochun laughs, pat his arm encouragingly.
“Go for it, hyung.”
While Jaejoong’s been accused of many things nobody can truly call him oblivious. It’s almost insulting, he thinks sourly, the second time Yunho pats him affectionately on the hip, how blatant he’s being, unless it’s all part of some oblique order to play up the fanservice by management that he’s missed. Jaejoong takes it in his stride, for most of it; tilts his head dutifully upwards whenever Yunho bends to whisper by his ear, leans in when Yunho sits next to him, too close, their shoulders touching, but this- He jerks visibly when Yunho starts drawing circles into his jeans clad thigh towards the end of the interview, and barely manages to stutter out a coherent answer with Yunho’s fingers inching higher and higher under the table with every word. Changmin looks up curiously when Jaejoong pushes his chair back hurriedly the moment the interview is done, face flushed and eyes slightly wild.
“Hyung?” Junsu’s brow is furrowed, lower lip jutting out worriedly. “Hyung, are you alright?”
“Fine”, Jaejoong coughs to clear his throat, ignores Yoochun’s pointed sniggering. Damn the man, and Jung Yunho, damn them all- “Excuse me-”
“Should we go see if he’s okay?” Changmin’s eyes follow Jaejoong’s retreating back as he flees from the room, eyebrows raised questioningly.
“He’ll be fine”, Yunho replies smoothly, glad his voice doesn’t give him away.
It starts innocently enough, with Jaejoong sneaking into the bathroom early the next morning (because he can just see Yoochun’s hand, pun not intended, in the whole affair, the sneaky bastard) and Yoochun is still blinking the water out of his eyes when the flash goes off.
“You-” and Jaejoong deposits the camera into the sink and out of harm’s way as Yoochun lunges out of the shower at him, arm stretched up high and holding the Polaroid just out of his reach.
“Let go, you’re getting my shirt all wet-”
“Give me that!”
“Never!”
“You-” and Jaejoong struggles as Yoochun literally attempts to claw his way up the older boy’s body, “Give it over!”
“No-” and Jaejoong twists artfully, Yoochun’s wet fingers slipping, his grip on the fabric loosening, and there- Jaejoong crows triumphantly as he wriggles free, as Yoochun’s hands catch feebly at his belt loops.
“Come back here- Argh!”
Jaejoong pauses and turns back warily at the loud thump and the sound of slick flesh colliding with wet tile, and is greeted by the sight of a hunched over Yoochun on the floor, cursing colourfully and rubbing at the back of his head. “Damnit-”
Yoochun attempts to steal the picture out of Jaejoong’s hand when he kneels down next to the younger boy, but Jaejoong is faster. Yoochun swears again when his head smacks against the cold floor, when Jaejoong settles firmly on his thighs. “I win”, he grins, and Yoochun tries appealing to Jaejoong’s maternal instincts.
“Hyung, I’m cold-”
“Yunhoooo!”
“What, Jaejoong?” Keep cool, Park Yoochun, Yoochun reminds himself, fierce, when Yunho wanders into the bathroom, half-eaten apple in hand.
“Look what I caught”, Jaejoong beams as Yunho crouches down, mouth still working steadily.
“Nice”, Yunho offers, and Jaejoong preens slightly.
“You know”, Jaejoong begins, quirk of the lips dark, dark, wicked, “I dare you to-” and then there is whispering, and Yoochun has always been wary of anything that couldn’t be said out loud, particularly in front of him, especially now, and-
“Yes”, Yunho is saying, “but I double dare you-”
Jaejoong shrugs, grin growing by the second. “That works fine, too.”
“I’m screaming for help”, Yoochun manages faintly when Jaejoong shifts slightly, when Yunho sets aside his fruit carefully.
“Suit yourself”, Jaejoong murmurs, half distracted, face a picture of concentration, hands already moving, moving.
“In fact”, and Yoochun shudders at the curve of Yunho’s lips on the line of his neck, laughter thick in his voice, “we dare you.”