The Art of Recklessness Chapter 3
Title: The Art of Recklessness Chapter 3
Genre: Angst (lots of angst), Drama, Romance
Author: Undertheblu
Pairings: JaeHo, JaeChun, JaeSlut
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Language, Sex, Abuse
Summary: Yunho and Yoochun’s father remarried and now their welcoming his new wife and their new step-brother into their home. Suddenly having a new sibling is never easy, especially having to live with such a messed up brat like Jaejoong. Neither can stand his rebellious nature but neither can they resist his intoxicating character. As their relationships with Jaejoong develop, the come to realize why he behaves the way he does. With their new family members they also inherit the family secrets.
Read Chapter 2 here: http://undertheblu.livejournal.com/5602.html?view=44514#t44514
The morning went on like any other, but for Yunho and Yoochun it still felt immensely different. They woke up with a new permanent person in their lives. But since they hadn’t seen him at all since the woke, it almost felt like a dream.
“We did get a new sibling, didn’t we?” Yunho asked jokingly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yoochun replied with a smile as they both reentered the kitchen, “So are we taking Jae to school with us?”
“Not today,” Mya shook her head, “he isn’t feeling that great.”
They both shrugged and exited the house, “You know he snuck out last night.” Yoochun said as they piled into the car.
“What?” Yunho exclaimed, “He’s here five seconds and he’s breaking out, jesus. That’s probably why he’s playing sick, out too late and now he’s hung over.”
“I wonder if that’s going to be a reoccurring event,” Yoochun mumbled, turning on the vehicle, “He went out my window.”
Yunho turned his head, “Yeah? I heard him throwing up last night.”
“He didn’t act like it,” Yoochun mumbled, “He acted fine.”
“Yeah, I think he was doing it on purpose.”
“On purpose? Who does that? Why would you think that?” Yoochun asked, frowning as he turned the car into the school parking lot.
“His mom was talking about him and-“
“Yunho, stop reading too much into this. He’s got problems, yeah that’s obvious. You just don’t like him because you don’t know him.”
“Oh and you do all of a sudden?” Yunho laughed as the car came to a stop he grabbed his bag and opened his door, “Just because he’s living with us doesn’t mean we have to become buddies with him.”
“And just because he’s new doesn’t mean we have to hate him.” Yoochun answered, slamming his door behind him, “If you’re angry with Dad don’t take it ou-“
“I’m not angry,” Yunho snapped, “I just don’t appreciate having my life being turned upside down. I’ll see you later, I don’t need a ride, I’ve got practice after.”
Yoochun was used to Mya being there when he got home, she smiled and welcomed him home like she’d always known him. He liked that feeling. He liked coming home to someone.
“How was school?” She asked.
“Everyone’s asking about Jaejoong,” Yoochun replied, smiling as he set down his bag, “Everyone’s curious. How is he? You said he wasn’t feeling well?”
Mya’s lips tightened slightly, “He’s better. Spent most the day resting, then he started drawing. He thinks of art like a muscle that needs practice constantly.”
She motioned for Yoochun to follow her toward the sunroom where Jaejoong had fallen asleep in his chair, cheek resting on his palm. He had an easel set up in front of him, the drawing Mya had mentioned had turned into a painting of the view outside the glass doors of the garden. Yoochun sucked in his breath, the technique was incredible but the slash through the canvas was distracting.
“Kind of a perfectionist, isn’t he?” Yoochun murmured.
Mya sighed and nodded, “Your regular temperamental artist.” She walked over and touched Jaejoong’s shoulder, “Honey, go up to your bed and sleep.”
“I’m not sleeping,” Jaejoong answered, eyes still closed, “I’m seeing the canvas with my lids shut.”
“Mhm,” She nodded, rolling her eyes back at Yoochun, “what was wrong with the landscape?”
“It’s suppose to be an abstract, Mommy, can’t you see that?” He joked, his eyes still shut as his lips curled into a smile.
“No reason to ruin a canvas,” She replied, picking up the brush Jaejoong had dropped when he’d fallen asleep, “Did you turn in ripped pieces to your professors?”
“Mhm,” Jaejoong nodded, struggling with stiffness as he sat up in the chair, “and I’d say it’s part of the concept, they thought I was brilliant the first time I did it. They didn’t like it so much towards the end of the semester.”
Yoochun didn’t know if he was still joking, that seemed like a constant with Jaejoong, not knowing when he was serious. Jaejoong looked a little shocked when he finally noticed Yoochun standing in the doorway, “Well, Chunnie, what do you think? Better with the slash or not?” He asked, waving his arm over at the painting.
Yoochun smiled, “Maybe your French art professors liked it, but I think I would’ve liked to have seen it finished.”
Jaejoong shot straight up, “Finished? What’s that suppose to mean?! You think it wasn’t finished?”
Mya started laughing as she walked over and placed a hand on Yoochun’s shoulder, “I bet you wish you hadn’t slashed it now, don’t you?” She chuckled at Jaejoong who was scowling at them both, “Don’t worry Yoochun, he can dish out jokes but doesn’t take them very well, it’s just how he is.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes as Yoochun walked over, “So what was wrong with it?” He asked, standing in front of the painting.
Jaejoong stood and pointed to an area, “This right here, the shadowing wasn’t coming out right. I worked on this spot for hours.”
“Wow, and you were okay ripping it up?” Yoochun asked, eyebrows raised as he st2ared at the vivid colors.
Jaejoong shrugged, “Whatever.”
“If I did something like this that took hours, I wouldn’t be able to just destroy it..”
“It’s not like it’s something I care about.”
“Then why’d you take the time to get angry with it?” Yoochun asked, turning to look at Jaejoong, seeing the smirk on his face.
“Good question,” Jaejoong smiled, pressing his body against the other’s as he passed by. Yoochun wanted to follow him around, watch whatever it was that he did with his time. It was like having a cat in the house, a snobby animal who’s attention and affection you couldn’t help but crave, “So where’s the other one?” Jaejoong asked, sliding the glass door open to step out onto the warm deck. He didn’t hesitate, simply placed his bare foot on the hot wood. The question seemed like a good enough invitation for Yoochun to follow.
“Soccer practice,” Yoochun answered, hissing as his foot touched the hot deck that wrapped around their house.
Jaejoong chuckled, placing a cigarette between his pink lips as he searched his pocket for a lighter, “Of course he plays soccer. You want one?”
Yoochun shook his head and Jaejoong’s grin grew, “Do you do anything, Chunnie? What sort of extra curricular activities are you up to?” He leaned close and blew out his smoke inches away from Yoochun’s own lips.
“Jaejoong,” Mya’s voice from the window made Jaejoong jump, a new sight for Yoochun, “that better not be you smoking.”
Jaejoong scowled, took another quick drag from the cigarette before flicking it away, mumbling about waste, “Nope.” He called back, “I’m not into that sort of thing, you know that.”
Mya frowned at him from the window, “Jaejoong.”
“Yes?” Jaejoong replied, hands on his hips expectantly.
“I’m not joking, you know well enough that your body can’t-“
“Yes, mother,” Jaejoong snapped, sitting down on the hot deck, letting his bare feet touch the grass.
Whenever they spoke to each other Yoochun felt like a child who’s parents were trying to skirt around an uncomfortable subject. He turned to leave until Jaejoong grabbed his hand, “Sit down with me, Yoochun.”
Yoochun relaxed when Jaejoong said his name, that was the first time he hadn’t called him Chunnie. Yoochun sat down beside Jaejoong, watching him from the corner of his eye. Jaejoong’s head tilted to one side, his eyes staring blankly down at the grass.
“How was your night out?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong raised and eyebrow at Yoochun, “Night out? Oh. It was just a walk, just a long walk.”
“You snuck out a window for a walk?” Yoochun asked skeptically.
Jaejoong shrugged, “Force of habit. It’s easier, going out the front door you have to explain, then you’ve got people worrying about when you’ll be back. Sneak out and everyone thinks everything’s fine.”
“What if something actually does happen to you? No one would know.”
“Morbid.” Jaejoong laughed, pushing against Yoochun’s shoulder, “Do you ever have any fun, Chunnie? You don’t act like it.”
“And do you ever let the guard down?” Yoochun retorted, “You’ve always got a joke or a snappy remark to keep from actually having to show some real emotion, does that ever stop?”
Jaejoong sucked in his breath, his eyes had narrowed for a brief moment before being replaced with the ever present grin, “How perceptive of you.” He stood to leave, “Bet you think you know something about me now.”
Jaejoong did his best not to slam the door as he reentered the house. It was true, he didn’t take criticism well, at all. He scooped up his art supplies and was about to head up the stairs to his new room but his mother stopped him.
“Honey, please don’t smoke. I worry so much about you, especially today when your body’s acting this way,” She said, taking the slashed canvas out of his hands.
“Mom, I’m fine.” Jaejoong shook his head, “This morning was just a fluke.”
“Jae,” Mya sighed, closing her eyes, “you have to stop saying that. Stop acting like this is just a headache. Did you take your medications?”
Yoochun snuck by them, trying not to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“Ugh, yes.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes and turned away, “Mom, I’m okay.”
She frowned, taking his chin in her hand to look into his face, “I know you didn’t take them yesterday, I know that’s why you were sick. You need to take the medications, you know that.”
“I’m sick of being fuzzy,” Jaejoong scowled, pulling away from her hand, “I want to actually be here when things happen.”
Mya rubbed her forehead, “And I don’t want you to be in pain.”
Jaejoong shook his head and started up the stairs, “I’m fine."
Yoochun stepped out of the shower, droplets of water dripping from his hair onto his face. He wrapped a dark towel around his waist, not bothering to dry himself off yet. He walked across the hall to his room, shaking the water from his hair as he opened the door. Sprawled out on his bed was Jaejoong, he propped himself up on his elbows when Yoochun entered the room. Instantly there was that grin, that welcoming smirk that was always on his lips.
“Well hello,” Jaejoong said, smiling as he eyed Yoochun’s towel.
“What are you doing in here?” Yoochun asked, shutting the door.
Jaejoong shrugged, “It’s lonely in my room.”
“You get lonely?” Yoochun looked around the room, not sure what to do with himself. Jaejoong’s eyes on his body made him very aware of his naked status.
“Mhm,” Jaejoong nodded, patting the bed beside him, “everyone does. I’m sure you do, don’t you?”
Yoochun sighed and sat down next to Jaejoong, “Sure.”
Jaejoong frowned, looking up at the other, “Looks like I’m not the only one with a guard up, Chunnie.”
Jaejoong sat up close to Yoochun, touching his leg, letting his hand wander under the dark towel, “Uh..” Yoochun shifted, “Jaejoong-“
“What?” Jaejoong lifted his head so it was right in front of Yoochun’s, “What?”
Yoochun sucked in his breath as Jaejoong’s breath grazed his neck, “I’m...not gay, Jaejoong.” He whispered, trying to control his own breath. He felt himself growing hard beneath the towel, so close to Jaejoong’s hand.
Jaejoong smirked, “Mhm, you keep telling yourself that,” He whispered in Yoochun’s ear before sliding off the bed kneel on the floor, “And while you do that, I’m going to suck your dick.”
Yoochun gasped as Jae pulled away his towel and lowered his mouth onto him. Yoochun’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in shock, “Jae I..” His words dropped away and his lips were instantly dry as his vision was blinded with euphoria.
A/N: Let me know your thoughts. I hope everyone’s doing well :)
-Undertheblu