Your Ex-Lover is Dead - 1/2
Title: Your Ex-lover is Dead
Length: doubleshot
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: R
Genre: angst, sexual romance
Summary: nothing could replace Jaejoong. But Yunho was desperate. In the two years they have been separated Yunho has reached his breaking point. The thing the catches him after the fall? Karam, a member of DN-A that takes his breath away.
The air in the room was damp, musky, heavy with the breathy moans coming from the lips of the two men lying on the bed. Springs squeaked and skin slapped against skin as they moved together. The smaller man had his arms wrapped around the other's neck, pulling himself up to reach his mouth. He licked and nipped at the red bow shaped lips, kissing the beauty mark above the corner of his mouth. The larger man cradled the raven haired man's head, holding it up to his neck, enjoying how his short black hair went through his fingers like feathers. The smell of vanilla filled his senses as he licked up the side of his strong jaw. The tall man's mouth went directly for a patch of skin on his thin neck, sucking it hard until it budded purple and the man under him moaned and cried out his name.
"Yunho!" he breathed, voice breaking from it's softness into a husky moan. He came in transparent ribbons over his admen and hips. Yunho pulled out and let himself go where the other's cum was still pooling on his flat stomach. The smaller man placed his hand palm down in the mixed cum and sighed, savoring the warmth and intimacy.
"Karam," Yunho laid down beside Karam, his arm going around the man's neck, and his eyes closing from his tiredness. Karam smiled lightly, watching the other's sweat covered face relax and his blood colored lips parting to take gulps of breath.
"Yunho," he whispered this time, without the need or lust. He laid his head on Yunho's wet chest, feeling the heat and power rolling off the sun kissed skin. Karam pressed his ear against Yunho's heart, feeling the beating reverberating into his ear drum. It was fast and loud and beating just for him. "Yunho," he whispers again.
"Shh," Yunho cooed as he wrapped his arm around the other. He dragged his hand up the pale back and let it rest in the middle of his sharp shoulder blades. "Sleep," he ordered. Karam nodded lightly. He stayed quiet, listening to Yunho's body, hearing how it settled and fell into sleep, how his tired bones creaked and how his blood slowed. Hearing how his heart fell into a melancholic rhythm that seemed like the perfect love song to their story.
"Yunnie-yah," he barely breath, not loud enough to wake the other. "I love you."
~
The metal spoon clinked loudly against the porcelain cup. The black coffee slowly changed into a funnel of camel colored smoke covered liquid. Yunho placed his spoon down on the counter with a soft splash and brought the cup to his nose.
"The fangirls are most upset," Changmin broke into the serene silence with a whispered hiss. Yunho's eyes snapped opened and he lowered his cup.
"About what, Min?" he asked.
"The picture of you and Karam." Changmin turned around his laptop to show the picture on a fan blog. There was a string of all caps and angry face filled comments below it. "Alot of people are saying that-"
"He looks like Jaejoong?" Yunho smirked when Changmin nodded, his cheeks puffed up. "He doesn't look like Jae. Not in the least. If you knew him you would say the same."
Changmin sighed, "I don't want to get to know him. It would be like being friends with your best friend's second girlfriend when my best friend is your first girlfriend," his nose curled in a sour grimace, "not right."
"Is my little baby boy upset because I'm cheating on his mommy?" Yunho cooed, poking out his lips and shaking his head like he was talking to a toddler.
"Oh fuck off," Changmin turned back to his laptop. "But yes I am mad," he muttered under his breath. "More like fucking pissed, though."
Yunho went to the table and sat across from Changmin. He placed his coffee cup down with hard thud on the wood. He started in a low, calm voice "It's not cheating if I have no one to cheat on-"
"You two never broke up!"
"How more broken can we get?-"
"You are in love, you have to be faithful-"
"Why?"
"You made a commitment -"
"What fucking commitment?"
"Yunho, you were in love. You can't move on just because he-"
"Left me?" Yunho's voice dropped out of anger into a ghostly hollow tone. "He left me, Changmin. He left us. There is no way in hell he is coming back." Yunho took a long drink from his cup, the silence his last sentence caused stretched on for longer than Changmin was comfortable with. He lowered his head towards the table.
"Do you think Jaejoong is alone right now?" Yunho finally asked. Changmin kept his head down. "Jae was never the kind of person to let trivial things keep him down... or to sleep alone. I'm probably just a fleeting memory to him now, the ex-lover he wouldn't care to bring up."
Changmin fought himself to keep his mouth closed, but he couldn't stand it. "I don't believe that."
"Believe whatever you want," Yunho shrugged. He took a final gulp of his coffee and then left the room.
~
The music blasted loud over the television speakers. Karam sat on the older man's couch, watching reruns of a romance drama, with Yunho's arm around his shoulders. Yunho was slowly falling asleep, much to Karam's dismay. When the man's head finally dropped and a soft snore sounded, an idea came to his mind. Karam leaned forward and brushed his nose against Yunho's ear.
"Yunnie-bear," he sang, earning a soft hum, "why do you look so sad, baby?"
Yunho's face scrunched up, like he was tasting something sour, "Jae," he slurred, "Jae-"
"Shhh," Karam stroked Yunho's chin lightly, "I'm here baby, I'm right here." The boy gently lifted his leg and straddled Yunho's waist, careful not to wake the older man.
"You don't have to be sad," the boy drawled, wrapping his arms around Yunho's neck and bringing their lips close, "I'm going to make you feel all better. He wont be able to hurt you anymore." Karam's lips parted and his breath mingled with that of the sleeping man. He leaned in, brushing their noses together, getting drips of air away from the bow shaped lips.
"I'll make you happy-"
"Hyung- oh," Scuffing of bare feet on carpet made Karam jump out of Yunho's lap. The raven haired boy turned to look at the one who spoke, Changmin, standing in the hallway with a book in one hand and a slack jaw. "Ka- Karam... what are you... doing here?"
Like gaping fish, Karam and Changmin looked at each other for a second before Yunho stirred awake. "hum," he groaned, sitting up, "wow, I can't believe I fell asleep." He turned to look at Karam and followed his wide-eyed stare to Changmin. "Changmin-ah?" his eyebrows twisted together.
"What is he doing here, Yunho?" Changmin pointed towards the boy sitting beside the man.
"He wanted to spend some time with me," Yunho said.
"But he was here yesterday."
Yunho blinked slowly. "So?"
Changmin let out a frustrated huff, "How much time do you guys need to spend together?"
Karam looked down an blushed, his hands coming up to the sides of his face. Yunho watched him and then turned back to Changmin with new found anger in his eyes. "What business is it of yours how much time I spend with him? He is my boyfriend, I enjoy all our time together," he turned to Karam, "he makes me happy."
"Oh," Changmin bit his lips. He caught a glimpse of Karam's eyes, not looking at Yunho, but at him. There was no embarrassment or shyness in the black eyes but instead a hard edge of victory, like he just beat the other man at some sort of game. And behind it, there was a predatory glare, daring him to come closer. "I'll-," Changmin started walking backwards, "I'll leave you alone then, Hyung."
He darted down the hall and slammed the door behind him. Changmin leaned against his door, his book falling to the floor because his hands tightened into fists on his thighs. "How could he," Changmin breathed, "that backstabbing bastard." His hands fumbled with his pants pocket, pulling out his cell phone, speed dialing a number he hasn't called in a long time.
Back in the living room Yunho was feeling the gist of what he had said. "Yunho," Karam cooed, "I'm sorry, that was my fault. Do you want me to leave?"
"I think that would be best. He needs some time to understand our relationship." Yunho gave a slight smile to help lighten the mood but Karam wouldn't have it. He pouted loudly, his plump lower lip sticking out far and his cheeks puffing out slightly. "Don't be mad at me," Yunho leaned down and gave Karam a small peck. The boy pulled away and giggled, lifting the back of his hand to his face to cover his smile. For a second Yunho's eyes glazed over from the sight, something bit at the back of his brain, telling him to look away, but he couldn't. Instead he took Karam's hand and pulled him from the couch. He lead him to the door and kissed him goodbye, closing the door slowly behind the boy.
~
Yunho and Changmin were sitting on a sofa the length of the company president's wall. It's black leather made their jeans look cheep and even though they were taller than almost every other star in the company, the size of it made them seem like children, shrinking them and making them feel uncomfortable. Mr. Lee sat at his desk, his hands clasped tightly on the dark wood, narrow eyes watching the young men as they twitched slightly. His jaw went tight as he searched for the words to start the brief meeting.
"Hum," he cleared his throat, "First of all I want to congratulate you boys on such a successful come-back. I understand the choreography was a tad demanding but with practice you made it flawless. You have again made me very proud. I've already sent out your upcoming schedule to your manager, he should be sharing it with you soon." He paused to uncross and then recross his fingers. "But, that is not why you have been asked to come here. As you may be aware of... Junsu, Yoochun, and Jaejoong are planning on holding activities in Korea. They will be in Seoul within the week."
Yunho and Changmin couldn't help but feel their knees tighten and turn to each other in a quick glance of shared excitement. Mr. Lee sighed loudly from his nose to get the two's attention. "As I was saying, they will be in Seoul... and you are not permitted to see them."
"But Mr. Lee-"
"There is far to much happening right now for emotions to ruin. If a picture of the five of you together surfaced then it would spark uproar this company has had enough of." Mr. Lee realized his voice, bringing it down from, the harshness it had when he interupted Yunho. "I understand how hard it is but, to make everything easier, you both are prohibited from seeing the three."
Changmin's head sunk into his shoulders. He bit his lips from yelling at the older man. Yunho nodded, forcing his leadership to play out the remainder of the visit. "Okay, Mr. Lee. Changmin and I will not go to see them."
After a long moment where Mr. Lee looked both of his singers over he finally nodded and excused them with a wave. Yunho and Changmin stood form the couch and left the room without so much as a goodbye. In the hallway Changmin growled lowly in his chest and leaned against the opposite wall.
"What the fuck does he know about anything," he hissed, close to tears.
Yunho went to the youngest and placed his hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture, "It's okay, Min-"
"No it isn't!" Changmin's voice hiked as he shrugged of the other's hand. He pushed off the wall and glared at the man. "They are our family, I refuse to ignore the people I love-- unlike you!"
Yunho's mouth fell agape, "Wha- don't make this about me!"
"You're right, you've already disowned them, it stopped being about you. You found a new Jaejoong, now just get a new Yoochun and Junsu then you won't miss them like I do!"
Yunho stayed silent. He had a ache in his legs to run, and an ache in his fist to hit something, and a burning in his throat to retort, but he couldn't, he knew he had done something wrong. "I... I-"
Changmin just shook his head. "Don't apologize. Just...." He looked at his older friend for a second before turning and leaving. Yunho was wallowing in his own thoughts until the door closed behind him at the end of the hall way. Yunho groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tug an answer out of the styled and gelled locks.
~
Junsu let his bag fall to the ground and lifted his hands into the air, stretching his arms out towards the sky. "Ah!" he sighed, a content smile on his face. "I love being back home!" Yoochun came in the door behind him, almost tripping over the others bag as he went past.
"We were gone for just a little while, Su, don't act like you were actually homesick."
"But I was homesick, Chun," Junsu pouted, picking up his bag and following the older man to the hotel bedroom. "I wish we could stay somewhere other than a hotel though. I miss the feeling of being somewhere where you can-"
"Walk around naked without risk of being arrested?" Yoochun interrupted with a grin and husky giggle.
Junsu hit him in the arm, "I was going to say that it would be nice to-"
"Be around people you know, not just people you pay." Jaejoong came up behind the two, his pack slung over his shoulder, and a small sad smile on his withered face.
Junsu's mouth stood open for a minute, wanting to be angry for being interrupted twice, but he closed it and returned a small smile. "My words exactly, hyung-ah."
Jaejoong went past the two men and placed his bag at the foot of the bed near the window. He didn't say he claimed it but the others put their bags on the other bed, giving the man space. He turned and left the room, puling out his cellphone as he went. His hands cupping the white device tightly, looking at it rather than his feet as he walked. Jaejoong sat down on the couch and pulled up the contacts list on his phone, scrolling down to one name he hasn't called in a while, the red heart he put beside the name making it stand out from the others. He pressed his lips together tightly and looked away.
"I can't wait to eat something!" Junsu exclaimed as he exited the bedroom, Yoochun following at his heals as they went into the kitchen.
"You just ate before we got on the plane!" Yoochun laughed.
Junsu shrugged, "that was hours ago, Chun, I'm hungry again." Yoochun just laughed again as the younger man stuck his upper body into the refrigerator.
"Your starting to sound just like Min-" Yoochun stopped talking abruptly. Junsu lifted his head from the inside of the fridge and looked at the other with a cocked head. "I- I mean-"
"I miss him," Jaejoong whispered to himself, loud enough to hear from the couch yet soft enough to know it was somehow privately intended. "I miss both of them."
"Lets go visit them," Junsu smiled.
"Su, we are not allowed to visit them- you know what manager-hyung said."
"So, I don't care," Junsu ran out of the kitchen to sit on the couch beside Jaejoong, taking the shocked man's hands in his. "We could sneak in, like secret spies or something. Wouldn't that be so fun!"
Jaejoong laughed at his childish imagination. "We can't-"
"We should," Yoochun sat down on the other side of Jaejoong with a loud thud. "It would be like the old days, sneaking out of the apartment to go find good food vendors and bad clothes in store windows." He pulled his lips back and grinned like a cat. "You know you want to," he snickered in English.
Jaejoong sighed and looked away, a barely contained smile hidden behind his thin fingers. "I am... kind of hungry, now that you mention it."