Lovestoned
Title: Lovestoned
Author: VampireMadonna
Length: One-shot
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: After filming Dangerous Love, Jae starts looking at Yunho in a whole new light.
Pervert.
Degenerate.
Sicko.
He was all of these and then some.
Jae dropped his head into his hands, sighing loudly. Why was this happening? After all these years, why now? YunJae had existed for so long, it was as much a part of who he was as his name. There had never been an issue, any problem until…
Flopping back onto his bed, he sighed again. It played out in his mind like it had been ever since it happened.
Banjun drama…
They’d all been excited for filming, anticipating their first exploration into acting, made easy since they were essentially playing themselves, not alternate personas as might’ve been expected. He and Yunho had been told that they would have a special storyline just for the two of them. The minute they saw the script, they both burst out laughing. YunJae had reared its head yet again. They didn’t mind, though. They were best friends so they were naturally affectionate anyway and the fans would eat it up.
It had been easy enough at first, their biggest problem being getting through the scenes without cracking up. The period for filming wasn’t long but as they got deeper into the scenes, a natural cohesiveness developed between them. He hadn’t noticed at the time but now that he looked back on it, Yunho had progressively become even more affectionate, automatically reaching for him whenever he was near. For his part, he sought Yunho out more than he ever had before. It was an unconscious instinct but he realized now that whenever he was with Yunho he felt safe and warm, complete in some ways.
Eventually filming ended and things went back to normal…or they were supposed to. But ever since their last scene together, he hadn’t been able to get Yunho off his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, a scene from the drama played out behind his lids: Yunho carrying him down the hall, Yunho supporting him while staring down into his face when he had ‘tripped’. The scene that haunted him most, however, was the soon-to-be famous booth scene. Yunho had slammed him up against the phonebooth so many times that he’d had marks on his back for weeks. He blamed himself, though, because he kept NG-ing. Well, they both did. His nerves had gotten the better of him. Every time Yunho caged him in and he gazed into his eyes, his heart would flutter strangely in his chest. He hadn’t known what it meant at the time.
He wished he could go back to that time, when he was ignorant of his feelings.
After filming, when they resumed regular activities, everything was fine…until the day he realized that it wasn’t. He started noticing things he’d never noticed before. Like how cute the mole on the top left corner of Yunho’s lip was, the sexy almond shape of his eyes or how sweetly he smiled. How much of a dork he really was, a total grandpa too at times, but it would all fade away, hidden behind his charismatic professionalism when it was time to work. He’d memorized the way he held his chopsticks, he even knew how long it took for stubble to start showing between shavings. He didn’t even know that about himself!
And yet, it wouldn’t stop. Little by little, he was becoming more and more enchanted with the man who had been his friend all these years. Obsessed even. What was worse is that he was starting to think that Yunho was beginning to notice all the attention he was paying to him. He’d seen him looking at him funny a couple of times, which coincided with times that his eyes had fallen on Yunho and he’d spaced out, so lost in thought. He was spacing out a lot lately: all the members had commented on it at one time or another. He lost focus while practicing choreography, he sang out of sync during recordings, even at home in mid-conversation, his mind would just wander. He’d also almost burned the house down when he’d been in the kitchen cooking. He’d put a pan of beef to sautee in some wine, with the fire on high, then walked over to the window, started thinking about what a pretty day it was before his mind wandered to Yunho and he considered asking him to take a walk. It all went downhill from there. Needless to say, the members almost barred him from the kitchen after that. He was pretty sure that if they had any viable culinary skills among them, they would have. Instead, as a safety-precaution, one of them always stayed nearby when he was in the kitchen.
Sighing again, he flopped over onto his stomach.
His life was slowly spinning out of control. His members thought he was crazy, hell even he thought he was going mad. The lack of sleep certainly wasn’t helping either but the dreams…
The dreams had started the night of their last day on set. In the dream, he and Yunho were filming the phonebooth scene. His back was against the booth, Yunho’s chest pressed lightly against his as he looked down into his eyes. In the actual scene, there were several inches of space between them but in the dream Yunho kept coming closer and closer, until there was little more than a breath of space between their lips, and then he would say those words of torment:
“Inside of me, there’s you.”
He groaned out loud at the mere thought of it. He really was going crazy.
He’d finally decided that he had to seriously consider consulting a therapist. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t function, couldn’t deal with the looks in his members’ eyes anymore. And on top of all his inner torment, Yunho was avoiding him. He still looked at him strangely but now he just flat out kept his distance altogether. Whenever they had group meals, he made sure they never sat next to each other. The same applied to traveling to the studio and performances. Yunho also made sure they were never alone together. If he walked into a room and Jae was the only one there, he would promptly walk back out. He had to admit that his feelings were hurt. Yunho was his best friend, or had been, and he was dying to talk to someone but obviously this wasn’t something he could share with the boy. He didn’t blame Yunho for staying away from him either. He felt like a freak with these unfamiliar emotions blooming inside of him and if he looked the way he felt, then he couldn’t blame any of them for not wanting to be around him. Until he got control of himself again, it was probably for the best.
Sighing one last time, he heaved himself off the bed. He was thirsty, not to mention starving from having not eaten all day, and the other guys would be wanting dinner soon, assuming they hadn’t raided the fridge already.
He walked out of the room he shared with Yuchun and strolled down the hall to the kitchen. He didn’t notice at first the unnatural stillness of the dorm but when he got to the kitchen and not a soul was in sight, he stopped in his tracks. Cocking his head to the side, he listened. Other than the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall, it was dead silent. He opened the fridge, surprised to see leftovers from last night’s dinner still packed neatly in their containers. Closing the fridge, he walked back down the hall and continued on to the living room, peeking into the darkened bedrooms he passed along the way. When he got to the living room, it was deserted but for one lone figure.
Yunho.
Clearing his throat to announce his presence, he asked, “Where is everyone?”
Yunho glanced up from the book he was reading and peered at him above the rim of his glasses.
“They went out to dinner.”
“Oh…” He stuck his hands in his pockets, shuffling his feet. “Why didn’t they just come get me? I would’ve whipped up something.”
Yunho’s brows drew together. “They decided to give you a break. You haven’t been…yourself lately so they thought you needed the rest.”
Jae nodded, still shuffling as he looked down at his bare feet. It never used to be this awkward with Yunho before…before. Now he felt like an intruder in his own home. Telling himself he was being stupid, he walked over to the couch, flopped down, grabbed the remote and turned on the television. He made sure the volume was low so as not to disturb Yunho but he hadn’t watched five minutes of the program before he saw Yunho rising from his chair out of the corner of his eye. When he made to move past him, his hand snuck out of its own accord and wrapped around Yunho’s wrist.
“Why?” he found himself asking. He surprised himself by his boldness and his nerves started churning in his stomach but he was tired of it all. If he’d lost his friend, he at least deserved an explanation and some closure.
Yunho tugged at his hand but to no avail. Jae was smaller but he wasn’t weak by any means.
“Why what?” he inquired.
Still maintaining his hold, Jae stood and stepped in front of Yunho so he could meet his eyes.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not…” Yunho began.
“Yes, you are!” Jae interrupted. “You haven’t been this close to me in weeks. You make sure we don’t sit together or even ride together in the car, you refuse to be in the same room with me unless someone else is present. You just got up from your seat not five minutes after I got here.”
“I’m done reading,” Yunho said by way of explanation.
Jae tightened his grip. “Just tell me…tell me what’s wrong. If I’ve done something to offend you, let me know so I can apologize. There must be some way to fix it. You’re my best friend, I…”
His voice trailed off when his throat became too clogged with emotion to continue speaking.
Throughout his impassioned speech Yunho continued to stare down at him, unblinking and unmoved.
“Please,” he whispered, his wide, dark eyes imploring.
Yunho stood still for several tangible moments. Suddenly, he wrenched his wrist out of Jae’s grasp and leaned in threateningly.
“You want to know why I’ve been avoiding you? Instead of telling you, why don’t I show you?”
Before Jae could begin to wonder what he meant, Yunho’s hand, which he hadn’t even seen move, threaded into his hair at the back of his head, holding him firm for the crushing kiss that bruised his lips when Yunho’s met his.
Yunho’s kiss was hard, rough, forceful. Jae’s lips parted in surprise at the unexpected contact, granting Yunho’s marauding tongue entrance to sweep through his mouth, tangling with his own while his lips continued to stake their claim.
Yunho pulled away, abruptly breaking the kiss, but didn’t release the iron hold he had on Jae’s hair. “I can’t look at you without wanting to be near you. I can’t be near you without wanting to touch you. I’m afraid that if I touch you, I’ll… Just the sight of you, your scent, drives me crazy. I thought that if I stayed away from you it would eventually work its way out of my system but it keeps getting stronger and stronger. I can’t trust myself to be alone with you. I don’t know what I’ll do. I tried to protect you but you just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” He laughed bitterly.
Jae stared up into Yunho’s sad, confused eyes. Yunho’s feelings echoed his own emotions but his brain was unable to process what he’d heard. He was frozen.
He was still so taken aback by Yunho’s words that when Yunho lowered his head to kiss him again, he did nothing to stop him. Yunho’s hand gentled in his hair and his lips were tender, coaxing. Jae didn’t even notice when his lips started moving with Yunho’s, when his eyelids closed. That strange, fluttering sensation was taking place in his chest again. His hands were tingling and he felt one begin to rise, his palm curving gently to Yunho’s side. Yunho’s tongue slipped into his mouth again, rubbing slowly against his own. The sensations that coursed through his body from that single action…
“We’re back!”
The loud slam of the front door accompanied the announcement.
Jae’s eyes flitted open and he pulled back, staring up at Yunho in shock as he finally realized what they had done.
“Jae…” Yunho began.
But Jae didn’t wait to hear what he was going to say. He spun around and fled, almost knocking Yuchun over as he entered the room, Junsu and Changmin on his heels.
Yuchun glanced over his shoulder when the sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the dorm, then met his leader’s eyes. “What’s up with him?”
Sighing, Yunho stalked off without a word, the sound of his door slamming followed his retreat seconds later.
“What the…”
“What’s the matter with them?” Junsu asked worriedly. “Did something happen while we were gone?”
Yuchun shrugged. “No idea.”
“Who cares?” Changmin asked careslessly. He cleared the coffee table and set his burden down. Rubbing his hands gleefully, he looked up at the two confused men. “More food for us.”
Yuchun and Junsu glanced at each other before rolling their eyes. Typical maknae.
Yunho was sprawled on the living-room sofa, his reading-glasses on, a book held in front of his face.
He’d read the same line at least ten times already.
He’d been looking forward to some quiet time to finish his book, had put on some relaxing music as well, but he simply couldn’t concentrate. His dongsaengs had left the dorm some time ago and only he remained. He…and Jae.
Sighing loudly, he dropped the book to his chest and pushed his glasses atop his head, rubbing his tired eyes. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days. Ever since that night... He couldn’t get Jae out of his mind. It was bad enough before he knew what it felt like to touch him, really touch him, and taste him, now he couldn’t get the taste of him off of his tongue, couldn’t seem to clear his scent from his nostrils. He’d wanted to talk to Jae, to explain, to… He didn’t know what, hadn’t any clue where he would begin. Chances were that the minute he got Jae alone, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Maybe Jae knew that, that was why he was avoiding him. The very things he’d accused Yunho of doing before the incident, he was now doing himself.
Yunho looked up to the entrance of the room, picturing in his mind the hall beyond and Jaejoong’s bedroom further down. He imagined he was probably draped across his bed, like he was on the sofa, perhaps reading, thinking or sleeping. It would be so easy to get up, walk to his room, knock on his door and wait for him to answer. And when he answered…
Jae lay face-down on his bed feeling absolutely wretched. He was a prisoner, locked in his room because he was too much of a coward to risk running into the leader. He knew he would have to eventually but he just couldn’t right now. Not until…
Not until he forgot what it felt like to have Yunho’s hand in his hair holding firm, his lips soft yet hard on his own, his tongue… Oh, his tongue. Just thinking of the reaction that his tongue had caused made him blush…and he felt his manhood stirring yet again.
It was so embarrassing. After he’d run away from Yunho, he’d flopped onto his bed full of shame and confusion but the minute his mind turned to the kiss, he got hard. And because he couldn’t stop thinking about it, his erection wouldn’t go away. He’d ignored it for as long as he could but then he decided to ‘take care of it.’ He’d put on some old porn that Yuchun had stashed away and took himself in hand but nothing seemed to work, not hetero or even girl-on-girl action. Finally, he’d turned it off, closed his eyes and just focused on how good it felt to touch himself. Eventually, however, Yunho’s image bloomed in his mind and before he knew it, he was seeing Yunho kissing him, feeling Yunho’s heat against his body, his tenderness the second time he’d kissed him, and his tongue… It didn’t take long after that before his problem was once and for all ‘dealt with.’
Snap out of it!
Rolling to his feet, he fell to the floor and did ten quick push-ups. Exercise was the way to go, he decided. He’d make a quick sandwich (the kids would take care of their own dinner) then go for a run. He’d run until he was too exhausted to make it back home. Then he’d walk back home to make sure he stayed exhausted. He would drag himself into the shower, then to bed and he would sleep deeply and dreamlessly. That was his plan, he was going to stick to it.
Feeling somewhat empowered, he left his room and headed to the kitchen. It was deserted but he heard music coming from the living-room so he knew he wasn’t alone in the dorm. He took out everything he would need to put his meal together but paused before he began. Maybe he should ask the others if they wanted one too. He wasn’t in the mood to play mom at the moment but he also didn’t want them messing up the kitchen or over-eating. They never cleaned up after themselves and if he didn’t monitor them, especially Changmin, they’d eat them out of house and home.
Sighing at his unignorable mothering instincts, he shuffled his feet as he headed to the living-room.
“Guys, do you want…”
He stopped as he took a step into the room. His eyes fell to the boy on the couch, the sole occupant of the room.
“Where are the others?” he asked.
Yunho sat up, resting his book on the sofa beside him as he slid his reading-glasses off his head and rested it atop the book as well.
“They went to the movies.”
Jae frowned. “Really? I didn’t hear anything.”
Slowly, Yunho got to his feet. He kept his eyes on Jae like a hunter assessing his skittish prey. He made slow, careful steps towards the boy.
“They called for you but when you didn’t answer, they assumed you were sleeping. I told them not to wake you, just in case you were.”
As if finally realizing that it was just the two of them, Jae’s eyes anxiously flit around the room as he began to take a cautious step back.
“Well, okay. I’ll just…”
Before he could turn and make his escape, Yunho grabbed his arm. He couldn’t ignore the similarities to the scene that had occurred in that very room just days earlier. He looked down at Yunho’s grip on his arm then up at the man himself.
“Why?” Yunho asked.
Jae’s frown returned. “Why what?”
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not…”
“We can’t hide from each other forever,” Yunho interrupted.
Jae’s eyes dropped from Yunho’s gaze. “Can’t we?” he asked weakly.
“No,” Yunho replied simply.
Releasing his grip on Jae’s arm, Yunho slid his hand up Jae’s back to his hair and crushed his lips with his in one fluid motion. His other arm twined around Jae’s small waist, molding their bodies together.
This time, Jae didn’t go into shock, he didn’t even bother to think, he just reacted. His lips automatically moved with Yunho’s, his body leaned into Yunho’s heat, and when Yunho’s tongue probed his teeth for entrance into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth, he gave it.
Before he knew it, Yunho had backed him up against the wall, his body pressing into him as the kiss intensified. Yunho ground his hips into Jae’s and Jae felt the unmistakable hardness of an erection against his lower stomach. His own already stiffened member responded by twitching and he moaned into Yunho’s mouth.
Spurred by Jae’s reaction, Yunho hooked his hands beneath the curves of Jae’s butt and pulled him up, grinding into him again when Jae’s legs wrapped around his waist. Breaking the kiss, he took heaving breaths as he trailed kisses down the side of Jae’s face to his neck where he sucked on the sensitive skin directly over his birthmark, which had always fascinated him. Lifting his head, he met Jae’s eyes. Bringing a hand up to gently stroke that perfect face that he loved so much, he said,
“I want to be with you.”
Jae’s eyes widened, not sure he understood what Yunho was saying.
As if to drive his point home, without breaking eye contact Yunho ground his hardness into Jae again, hitching him up so that their erections rubbed against each other. He captured Jae’s lips again in a heated kiss and when Jae’s hands tentatively slipped onto his shoulders then curled around his neck, he took it as an assent.
Holding Jae firmly, Yunho pushed away from the wall, carefully made his way out into the hall and down to the open door of the room he shared with Changmin. He kicked the door shut behind him and continued to the bed, lowering Jae to the soft mattress before following him down to resume their kiss.
Somewhere between their deep, neverending make-out session, clothes were removed until they found themselves completely nude. It was a novel experience for both of them, the feel of lean muscle instead of soft, feminine curves.
“How is it that your nipples are always hard?” Yunho asked as he kissed his way down to Jae’s chest. “They’re like a girl’s, so responsive.” As if to prove his point, he took an already taut nub between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it, watching as it plumed further. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and took it into his mouth, drawing it deeper as Jae shivered beneath him.
“I don’t know,” Jae managed between gasps. “They’ve always been that way. I haven’t really thought about it.”
Yunho continued to make his way down Jae’s body, stopping to nibble here or suck there, rewarded when Jae sighed or shuddered beneath his ministrations. When he finally got to Jae’s erection, he gulped a huge breath of air before taking him into his mouth. He recalled everything he’d read and watched about gay oral sex and hoped that it wouldn’t be too awkward or embarrassing for either of them.
Jae watched Yunho as his mouth slid along his shaft. It wasn’t the first time he’d been sucked off but he’d never dreamed that one day Yunho would be the one bobbing up and down between his thighs. It was a little too weird, a little too real. It felt so good but at the same time, something in his mind kept telling him that what they were doing was wrong. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop Yunho. Dropping his head back against the pillows, he closed his eyes and conjured up the image of Yunho kissing him that had played in his mind so many times before.
As he relived the feel of Yunho’s tongue sliding against his, he thrust upward into Yunho’s mouth, his hips beginning to move in tandem with Yunho’s advance and retreat. His hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets as he felt his orgasm building. The image of Yunho’s kiss was now replaced by a loop of Yunho’s tongue sliding around the thick head of his cock, his most sensitive area. His stomach hurt with the pressure to cum but he held it back, too embarrassed to release his load in Yunho’s mouth. He’d watched more than his fair share of porn and the girls always looked uncomfortable when guys came in their mouths, even when they tried to pretend otherwise. He could only surmise that it must be really disgusting.
“Yunho,” he whimpered, when he felt himself on the verge.
Yunho took one of Jae’s restless hands and placed it on the top of his head.
“Yunho,” Jae tried again. “I’m going to…”
Catching his meaning, Yunho slid up and off his erection. He proceeded to kiss his way back up Jae’s body, pausing to lick and suck his irresistible pointy pink nipples before continuing on his way to the pouty pink lips he’d been lusting for so long. He could still taste Jae on his tongue. Giving a blow-job was stranger than he’d thought but it wasn’t so bad, he realized, when you genuinely cared for the person and wanted to please them. And now he knew what Jae tasted like.
He made love to Jae’s mouth deeply and thoroughly but he couldn’t ignore his own needs any longer. Pulling back, he shifted to the side and knelt beside Jae. Taking a cue from Yunho’s movement, Jae started to roll onto his stomach until Yunho stopped him with a restraining hand.
“What are you doing?” Yunho asked, smiling softly.
“Isn’t that how…” Jae trailed off, a deep blush tainting his cheeks.
Chuckling, Yunho shook his head as he reached for something in the bedside table. “No. It’s just like it is in straight porn except…different.” He pulled out a nondescript black bag and removed a small tube from it.
Jae looked at it questioningly. “What’s that?”
Yunho tucked his tongue into his cheek. “You’ll see.” Wondering just how innocent Jae was, he couldn’t resist asking, “Have you ever…done it?”
Jae’s eyes widened. “With a guy?”
Yunho shook his head, laughing. “No, overall.”
Jae blushed prettily. “I’ve done…some stuff. But no, not all the way.” He paused, lashes lowering coyly as he peeked up at Yunho. “Have you?”
“You know,” was all Yunho said. He’d dated a fellow trainee at the company for a few months and she’d been enamored with him, obsessed even, but he was never able to return her feelings completely. Even knowing that, she’d initiated and succeeded in starting a physical relationship but it was never really satisfying for him. He suspected it hadn’t been for her either. Eventually, he refused to continue with the charade and ended it once and for all.
Jae nodded his understanding.
Having finished preparing himself, Yunho lay down between Jae’s spread thighs. He lifted Jae’s hips in his hands as he kissed him again, softly, slowly, then pulled back to gaze into his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe. Sadness clouded his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jae frowned. “Why would you…”
In one swift movement, Yunho caught Jae’s lips and slid deeply into his tight sheath until he was buried to the hilt.
Jae saw a flash of white light and his mind went blank. Both pleasure and pain ricocheted through his system. Yunho’s thrust had set off his orgasm, his hips still jerking in response to the waves of pleasure crashing through him as he spilled his seed between their pressed bodies. At the same time, his ass was on fire. He’d never felt such an intense, hot, searing pain. Tears pricked the back of his eyes, which he now realized were closed.
“I’m sorry,” he heard Yunho murmuring as he whispered kisses along his cheek and neck. “So sorry…”
Yunho kept absolutely still, waiting for Jae’s orgasm to die down and for his breathing to return to normal.
“Are you okay?” he asked when Jae finally opened his eyes.
Jae nodded, forgoing words as he wasn’t sure he could speak just yet.
Yunho continued to rain kisses down on Jae until he felt him completely relax before he withdrew ever so slightly and plunged back in.
The sex he’d had before was nothing compared to this. Being inside of Jae was indescribable. The two sensations uppermost in his mind were heat and tightness. The life was being squeezed out of his dick while it was on fire. He’d never felt anything so good.
He claimed Jae’s lips one last time, gently rocking his hips as he took his time exploring this new world that had opened up to them. When Jae started moving with him, ever so slightly, he was able to move more freely too. Every time he slid back in was like being embraced by a well-made glove. That’s exactly what Jae’s tunnel was: the perfect fit. He’d known he wouldn’t last long, it had been ages since he’d had any sexual contact besides his own hand and being inside of Jae was over-riding his senses and self-control, so when he felt his balls contract and his stomach muscles tighten, he buried himself deep and, with a low groan, emptied his load.
They lay curled into one another in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Yunho had slid to the side, one leg thrown possessively over Jae as he trailed a hand across his chest, tweaking his nipples ever so often. He simply couldn’t get enough of them.
“How did you know?” Jae asked suddenly. “What to do, I mean.”
Yunho smiled as he looked down at the boy. “Porn.”
Jae’s eyebrows disappeared into his damp bangs. “You watch gay porn?”
Yunho shrugged. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and well, you’re a guy, so I wondered what it would be like if we were…together. Before tonight, porn was the closest I could get to that.”
Jae cocked his head to the side. “And the lube?”
Yunho grinned. “I’d thought, hoped really, that one day I’d get lucky.”
Jae shoved him playfully at his poor choice of words.
Laughing, Yunho continued. “I saw the way you were looking at me but I wasn’t sure what it meant, I only knew how I felt and I didn’t have the balls to tell you so I…waited.”
Jae smiled tenderly. He understood exactly.
Turning serious, Yunho gazed intently into Jae’s eyes as he said, “I’ve never felt this way before…about anyone.”
Jae gulped. Here goes nothing, he thought. “I’d thought that it was just some physical thing at first, some fluke that would pass in time, but it kept expanding and then I had to consider that maybe it was…more. Somewhere along the way it became…love.” He blushed. “Maybe.”
Yunho’s grin widened. He swooped down and captured Jae’s lips in a heated kiss that left them both breathless and panting.
“When are the others supposed to get back?” Jae asked abruptly.
Yunho shrugged. “May be a while. Why?” Grinning mischievously, he trailed his hand down and wrapped his fingers around Jae’s semi-erect member. “Have an idea?”
Jae chuckled. “You…”
“We’re back! Hyungs, where are you? You’re so lucky we were nice enough to bring you two dinner after you stayed in.”
Twin masks of horror slipped over Yunho and Jae’s faces as they stared at each other with panic in their eyes.
“Please tell me you locked the door,” Jae pleaded.
“Hyungs?,” Changmin called from directly outside the door. The doorknob jiggled then began to turn as if in slow-motion.
“NOOOOO!!!!”
Author: VampireMadonna
Length: One-shot
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: After filming Dangerous Love, Jae starts looking at Yunho in a whole new light.
Pervert.
Degenerate.
Sicko.
He was all of these and then some.
Jae dropped his head into his hands, sighing loudly. Why was this happening? After all these years, why now? YunJae had existed for so long, it was as much a part of who he was as his name. There had never been an issue, any problem until…
Flopping back onto his bed, he sighed again. It played out in his mind like it had been ever since it happened.
Banjun drama…
They’d all been excited for filming, anticipating their first exploration into acting, made easy since they were essentially playing themselves, not alternate personas as might’ve been expected. He and Yunho had been told that they would have a special storyline just for the two of them. The minute they saw the script, they both burst out laughing. YunJae had reared its head yet again. They didn’t mind, though. They were best friends so they were naturally affectionate anyway and the fans would eat it up.
It had been easy enough at first, their biggest problem being getting through the scenes without cracking up. The period for filming wasn’t long but as they got deeper into the scenes, a natural cohesiveness developed between them. He hadn’t noticed at the time but now that he looked back on it, Yunho had progressively become even more affectionate, automatically reaching for him whenever he was near. For his part, he sought Yunho out more than he ever had before. It was an unconscious instinct but he realized now that whenever he was with Yunho he felt safe and warm, complete in some ways.
Eventually filming ended and things went back to normal…or they were supposed to. But ever since their last scene together, he hadn’t been able to get Yunho off his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, a scene from the drama played out behind his lids: Yunho carrying him down the hall, Yunho supporting him while staring down into his face when he had ‘tripped’. The scene that haunted him most, however, was the soon-to-be famous booth scene. Yunho had slammed him up against the phonebooth so many times that he’d had marks on his back for weeks. He blamed himself, though, because he kept NG-ing. Well, they both did. His nerves had gotten the better of him. Every time Yunho caged him in and he gazed into his eyes, his heart would flutter strangely in his chest. He hadn’t known what it meant at the time.
He wished he could go back to that time, when he was ignorant of his feelings.
After filming, when they resumed regular activities, everything was fine…until the day he realized that it wasn’t. He started noticing things he’d never noticed before. Like how cute the mole on the top left corner of Yunho’s lip was, the sexy almond shape of his eyes or how sweetly he smiled. How much of a dork he really was, a total grandpa too at times, but it would all fade away, hidden behind his charismatic professionalism when it was time to work. He’d memorized the way he held his chopsticks, he even knew how long it took for stubble to start showing between shavings. He didn’t even know that about himself!
And yet, it wouldn’t stop. Little by little, he was becoming more and more enchanted with the man who had been his friend all these years. Obsessed even. What was worse is that he was starting to think that Yunho was beginning to notice all the attention he was paying to him. He’d seen him looking at him funny a couple of times, which coincided with times that his eyes had fallen on Yunho and he’d spaced out, so lost in thought. He was spacing out a lot lately: all the members had commented on it at one time or another. He lost focus while practicing choreography, he sang out of sync during recordings, even at home in mid-conversation, his mind would just wander. He’d also almost burned the house down when he’d been in the kitchen cooking. He’d put a pan of beef to sautee in some wine, with the fire on high, then walked over to the window, started thinking about what a pretty day it was before his mind wandered to Yunho and he considered asking him to take a walk. It all went downhill from there. Needless to say, the members almost barred him from the kitchen after that. He was pretty sure that if they had any viable culinary skills among them, they would have. Instead, as a safety-precaution, one of them always stayed nearby when he was in the kitchen.
Sighing again, he flopped over onto his stomach.
His life was slowly spinning out of control. His members thought he was crazy, hell even he thought he was going mad. The lack of sleep certainly wasn’t helping either but the dreams…
The dreams had started the night of their last day on set. In the dream, he and Yunho were filming the phonebooth scene. His back was against the booth, Yunho’s chest pressed lightly against his as he looked down into his eyes. In the actual scene, there were several inches of space between them but in the dream Yunho kept coming closer and closer, until there was little more than a breath of space between their lips, and then he would say those words of torment:
“Inside of me, there’s you.”
He groaned out loud at the mere thought of it. He really was going crazy.
He’d finally decided that he had to seriously consider consulting a therapist. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t function, couldn’t deal with the looks in his members’ eyes anymore. And on top of all his inner torment, Yunho was avoiding him. He still looked at him strangely but now he just flat out kept his distance altogether. Whenever they had group meals, he made sure they never sat next to each other. The same applied to traveling to the studio and performances. Yunho also made sure they were never alone together. If he walked into a room and Jae was the only one there, he would promptly walk back out. He had to admit that his feelings were hurt. Yunho was his best friend, or had been, and he was dying to talk to someone but obviously this wasn’t something he could share with the boy. He didn’t blame Yunho for staying away from him either. He felt like a freak with these unfamiliar emotions blooming inside of him and if he looked the way he felt, then he couldn’t blame any of them for not wanting to be around him. Until he got control of himself again, it was probably for the best.
Sighing one last time, he heaved himself off the bed. He was thirsty, not to mention starving from having not eaten all day, and the other guys would be wanting dinner soon, assuming they hadn’t raided the fridge already.
He walked out of the room he shared with Yuchun and strolled down the hall to the kitchen. He didn’t notice at first the unnatural stillness of the dorm but when he got to the kitchen and not a soul was in sight, he stopped in his tracks. Cocking his head to the side, he listened. Other than the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall, it was dead silent. He opened the fridge, surprised to see leftovers from last night’s dinner still packed neatly in their containers. Closing the fridge, he walked back down the hall and continued on to the living room, peeking into the darkened bedrooms he passed along the way. When he got to the living room, it was deserted but for one lone figure.
Yunho.
Clearing his throat to announce his presence, he asked, “Where is everyone?”
Yunho glanced up from the book he was reading and peered at him above the rim of his glasses.
“They went out to dinner.”
“Oh…” He stuck his hands in his pockets, shuffling his feet. “Why didn’t they just come get me? I would’ve whipped up something.”
Yunho’s brows drew together. “They decided to give you a break. You haven’t been…yourself lately so they thought you needed the rest.”
Jae nodded, still shuffling as he looked down at his bare feet. It never used to be this awkward with Yunho before…before. Now he felt like an intruder in his own home. Telling himself he was being stupid, he walked over to the couch, flopped down, grabbed the remote and turned on the television. He made sure the volume was low so as not to disturb Yunho but he hadn’t watched five minutes of the program before he saw Yunho rising from his chair out of the corner of his eye. When he made to move past him, his hand snuck out of its own accord and wrapped around Yunho’s wrist.
“Why?” he found himself asking. He surprised himself by his boldness and his nerves started churning in his stomach but he was tired of it all. If he’d lost his friend, he at least deserved an explanation and some closure.
Yunho tugged at his hand but to no avail. Jae was smaller but he wasn’t weak by any means.
“Why what?” he inquired.
Still maintaining his hold, Jae stood and stepped in front of Yunho so he could meet his eyes.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not…” Yunho began.
“Yes, you are!” Jae interrupted. “You haven’t been this close to me in weeks. You make sure we don’t sit together or even ride together in the car, you refuse to be in the same room with me unless someone else is present. You just got up from your seat not five minutes after I got here.”
“I’m done reading,” Yunho said by way of explanation.
Jae tightened his grip. “Just tell me…tell me what’s wrong. If I’ve done something to offend you, let me know so I can apologize. There must be some way to fix it. You’re my best friend, I…”
His voice trailed off when his throat became too clogged with emotion to continue speaking.
Throughout his impassioned speech Yunho continued to stare down at him, unblinking and unmoved.
“Please,” he whispered, his wide, dark eyes imploring.
Yunho stood still for several tangible moments. Suddenly, he wrenched his wrist out of Jae’s grasp and leaned in threateningly.
“You want to know why I’ve been avoiding you? Instead of telling you, why don’t I show you?”
Before Jae could begin to wonder what he meant, Yunho’s hand, which he hadn’t even seen move, threaded into his hair at the back of his head, holding him firm for the crushing kiss that bruised his lips when Yunho’s met his.
Yunho’s kiss was hard, rough, forceful. Jae’s lips parted in surprise at the unexpected contact, granting Yunho’s marauding tongue entrance to sweep through his mouth, tangling with his own while his lips continued to stake their claim.
Yunho pulled away, abruptly breaking the kiss, but didn’t release the iron hold he had on Jae’s hair. “I can’t look at you without wanting to be near you. I can’t be near you without wanting to touch you. I’m afraid that if I touch you, I’ll… Just the sight of you, your scent, drives me crazy. I thought that if I stayed away from you it would eventually work its way out of my system but it keeps getting stronger and stronger. I can’t trust myself to be alone with you. I don’t know what I’ll do. I tried to protect you but you just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” He laughed bitterly.
Jae stared up into Yunho’s sad, confused eyes. Yunho’s feelings echoed his own emotions but his brain was unable to process what he’d heard. He was frozen.
He was still so taken aback by Yunho’s words that when Yunho lowered his head to kiss him again, he did nothing to stop him. Yunho’s hand gentled in his hair and his lips were tender, coaxing. Jae didn’t even notice when his lips started moving with Yunho’s, when his eyelids closed. That strange, fluttering sensation was taking place in his chest again. His hands were tingling and he felt one begin to rise, his palm curving gently to Yunho’s side. Yunho’s tongue slipped into his mouth again, rubbing slowly against his own. The sensations that coursed through his body from that single action…
“We’re back!”
The loud slam of the front door accompanied the announcement.
Jae’s eyes flitted open and he pulled back, staring up at Yunho in shock as he finally realized what they had done.
“Jae…” Yunho began.
But Jae didn’t wait to hear what he was going to say. He spun around and fled, almost knocking Yuchun over as he entered the room, Junsu and Changmin on his heels.
Yuchun glanced over his shoulder when the sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the dorm, then met his leader’s eyes. “What’s up with him?”
Sighing, Yunho stalked off without a word, the sound of his door slamming followed his retreat seconds later.
“What the…”
“What’s the matter with them?” Junsu asked worriedly. “Did something happen while we were gone?”
Yuchun shrugged. “No idea.”
“Who cares?” Changmin asked careslessly. He cleared the coffee table and set his burden down. Rubbing his hands gleefully, he looked up at the two confused men. “More food for us.”
Yuchun and Junsu glanced at each other before rolling their eyes. Typical maknae.
Yunho was sprawled on the living-room sofa, his reading-glasses on, a book held in front of his face.
He’d read the same line at least ten times already.
He’d been looking forward to some quiet time to finish his book, had put on some relaxing music as well, but he simply couldn’t concentrate. His dongsaengs had left the dorm some time ago and only he remained. He…and Jae.
Sighing loudly, he dropped the book to his chest and pushed his glasses atop his head, rubbing his tired eyes. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days. Ever since that night... He couldn’t get Jae out of his mind. It was bad enough before he knew what it felt like to touch him, really touch him, and taste him, now he couldn’t get the taste of him off of his tongue, couldn’t seem to clear his scent from his nostrils. He’d wanted to talk to Jae, to explain, to… He didn’t know what, hadn’t any clue where he would begin. Chances were that the minute he got Jae alone, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Maybe Jae knew that, that was why he was avoiding him. The very things he’d accused Yunho of doing before the incident, he was now doing himself.
Yunho looked up to the entrance of the room, picturing in his mind the hall beyond and Jaejoong’s bedroom further down. He imagined he was probably draped across his bed, like he was on the sofa, perhaps reading, thinking or sleeping. It would be so easy to get up, walk to his room, knock on his door and wait for him to answer. And when he answered…
Jae lay face-down on his bed feeling absolutely wretched. He was a prisoner, locked in his room because he was too much of a coward to risk running into the leader. He knew he would have to eventually but he just couldn’t right now. Not until…
Not until he forgot what it felt like to have Yunho’s hand in his hair holding firm, his lips soft yet hard on his own, his tongue… Oh, his tongue. Just thinking of the reaction that his tongue had caused made him blush…and he felt his manhood stirring yet again.
It was so embarrassing. After he’d run away from Yunho, he’d flopped onto his bed full of shame and confusion but the minute his mind turned to the kiss, he got hard. And because he couldn’t stop thinking about it, his erection wouldn’t go away. He’d ignored it for as long as he could but then he decided to ‘take care of it.’ He’d put on some old porn that Yuchun had stashed away and took himself in hand but nothing seemed to work, not hetero or even girl-on-girl action. Finally, he’d turned it off, closed his eyes and just focused on how good it felt to touch himself. Eventually, however, Yunho’s image bloomed in his mind and before he knew it, he was seeing Yunho kissing him, feeling Yunho’s heat against his body, his tenderness the second time he’d kissed him, and his tongue… It didn’t take long after that before his problem was once and for all ‘dealt with.’
Snap out of it!
Rolling to his feet, he fell to the floor and did ten quick push-ups. Exercise was the way to go, he decided. He’d make a quick sandwich (the kids would take care of their own dinner) then go for a run. He’d run until he was too exhausted to make it back home. Then he’d walk back home to make sure he stayed exhausted. He would drag himself into the shower, then to bed and he would sleep deeply and dreamlessly. That was his plan, he was going to stick to it.
Feeling somewhat empowered, he left his room and headed to the kitchen. It was deserted but he heard music coming from the living-room so he knew he wasn’t alone in the dorm. He took out everything he would need to put his meal together but paused before he began. Maybe he should ask the others if they wanted one too. He wasn’t in the mood to play mom at the moment but he also didn’t want them messing up the kitchen or over-eating. They never cleaned up after themselves and if he didn’t monitor them, especially Changmin, they’d eat them out of house and home.
Sighing at his unignorable mothering instincts, he shuffled his feet as he headed to the living-room.
“Guys, do you want…”
He stopped as he took a step into the room. His eyes fell to the boy on the couch, the sole occupant of the room.
“Where are the others?” he asked.
Yunho sat up, resting his book on the sofa beside him as he slid his reading-glasses off his head and rested it atop the book as well.
“They went to the movies.”
Jae frowned. “Really? I didn’t hear anything.”
Slowly, Yunho got to his feet. He kept his eyes on Jae like a hunter assessing his skittish prey. He made slow, careful steps towards the boy.
“They called for you but when you didn’t answer, they assumed you were sleeping. I told them not to wake you, just in case you were.”
As if finally realizing that it was just the two of them, Jae’s eyes anxiously flit around the room as he began to take a cautious step back.
“Well, okay. I’ll just…”
Before he could turn and make his escape, Yunho grabbed his arm. He couldn’t ignore the similarities to the scene that had occurred in that very room just days earlier. He looked down at Yunho’s grip on his arm then up at the man himself.
“Why?” Yunho asked.
Jae’s frown returned. “Why what?”
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not…”
“We can’t hide from each other forever,” Yunho interrupted.
Jae’s eyes dropped from Yunho’s gaze. “Can’t we?” he asked weakly.
“No,” Yunho replied simply.
Releasing his grip on Jae’s arm, Yunho slid his hand up Jae’s back to his hair and crushed his lips with his in one fluid motion. His other arm twined around Jae’s small waist, molding their bodies together.
This time, Jae didn’t go into shock, he didn’t even bother to think, he just reacted. His lips automatically moved with Yunho’s, his body leaned into Yunho’s heat, and when Yunho’s tongue probed his teeth for entrance into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth, he gave it.
Before he knew it, Yunho had backed him up against the wall, his body pressing into him as the kiss intensified. Yunho ground his hips into Jae’s and Jae felt the unmistakable hardness of an erection against his lower stomach. His own already stiffened member responded by twitching and he moaned into Yunho’s mouth.
Spurred by Jae’s reaction, Yunho hooked his hands beneath the curves of Jae’s butt and pulled him up, grinding into him again when Jae’s legs wrapped around his waist. Breaking the kiss, he took heaving breaths as he trailed kisses down the side of Jae’s face to his neck where he sucked on the sensitive skin directly over his birthmark, which had always fascinated him. Lifting his head, he met Jae’s eyes. Bringing a hand up to gently stroke that perfect face that he loved so much, he said,
“I want to be with you.”
Jae’s eyes widened, not sure he understood what Yunho was saying.
As if to drive his point home, without breaking eye contact Yunho ground his hardness into Jae again, hitching him up so that their erections rubbed against each other. He captured Jae’s lips again in a heated kiss and when Jae’s hands tentatively slipped onto his shoulders then curled around his neck, he took it as an assent.
Holding Jae firmly, Yunho pushed away from the wall, carefully made his way out into the hall and down to the open door of the room he shared with Changmin. He kicked the door shut behind him and continued to the bed, lowering Jae to the soft mattress before following him down to resume their kiss.
Somewhere between their deep, neverending make-out session, clothes were removed until they found themselves completely nude. It was a novel experience for both of them, the feel of lean muscle instead of soft, feminine curves.
“How is it that your nipples are always hard?” Yunho asked as he kissed his way down to Jae’s chest. “They’re like a girl’s, so responsive.” As if to prove his point, he took an already taut nub between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it, watching as it plumed further. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and took it into his mouth, drawing it deeper as Jae shivered beneath him.
“I don’t know,” Jae managed between gasps. “They’ve always been that way. I haven’t really thought about it.”
Yunho continued to make his way down Jae’s body, stopping to nibble here or suck there, rewarded when Jae sighed or shuddered beneath his ministrations. When he finally got to Jae’s erection, he gulped a huge breath of air before taking him into his mouth. He recalled everything he’d read and watched about gay oral sex and hoped that it wouldn’t be too awkward or embarrassing for either of them.
Jae watched Yunho as his mouth slid along his shaft. It wasn’t the first time he’d been sucked off but he’d never dreamed that one day Yunho would be the one bobbing up and down between his thighs. It was a little too weird, a little too real. It felt so good but at the same time, something in his mind kept telling him that what they were doing was wrong. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop Yunho. Dropping his head back against the pillows, he closed his eyes and conjured up the image of Yunho kissing him that had played in his mind so many times before.
As he relived the feel of Yunho’s tongue sliding against his, he thrust upward into Yunho’s mouth, his hips beginning to move in tandem with Yunho’s advance and retreat. His hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets as he felt his orgasm building. The image of Yunho’s kiss was now replaced by a loop of Yunho’s tongue sliding around the thick head of his cock, his most sensitive area. His stomach hurt with the pressure to cum but he held it back, too embarrassed to release his load in Yunho’s mouth. He’d watched more than his fair share of porn and the girls always looked uncomfortable when guys came in their mouths, even when they tried to pretend otherwise. He could only surmise that it must be really disgusting.
“Yunho,” he whimpered, when he felt himself on the verge.
Yunho took one of Jae’s restless hands and placed it on the top of his head.
“Yunho,” Jae tried again. “I’m going to…”
Catching his meaning, Yunho slid up and off his erection. He proceeded to kiss his way back up Jae’s body, pausing to lick and suck his irresistible pointy pink nipples before continuing on his way to the pouty pink lips he’d been lusting for so long. He could still taste Jae on his tongue. Giving a blow-job was stranger than he’d thought but it wasn’t so bad, he realized, when you genuinely cared for the person and wanted to please them. And now he knew what Jae tasted like.
He made love to Jae’s mouth deeply and thoroughly but he couldn’t ignore his own needs any longer. Pulling back, he shifted to the side and knelt beside Jae. Taking a cue from Yunho’s movement, Jae started to roll onto his stomach until Yunho stopped him with a restraining hand.
“What are you doing?” Yunho asked, smiling softly.
“Isn’t that how…” Jae trailed off, a deep blush tainting his cheeks.
Chuckling, Yunho shook his head as he reached for something in the bedside table. “No. It’s just like it is in straight porn except…different.” He pulled out a nondescript black bag and removed a small tube from it.
Jae looked at it questioningly. “What’s that?”
Yunho tucked his tongue into his cheek. “You’ll see.” Wondering just how innocent Jae was, he couldn’t resist asking, “Have you ever…done it?”
Jae’s eyes widened. “With a guy?”
Yunho shook his head, laughing. “No, overall.”
Jae blushed prettily. “I’ve done…some stuff. But no, not all the way.” He paused, lashes lowering coyly as he peeked up at Yunho. “Have you?”
“You know,” was all Yunho said. He’d dated a fellow trainee at the company for a few months and she’d been enamored with him, obsessed even, but he was never able to return her feelings completely. Even knowing that, she’d initiated and succeeded in starting a physical relationship but it was never really satisfying for him. He suspected it hadn’t been for her either. Eventually, he refused to continue with the charade and ended it once and for all.
Jae nodded his understanding.
Having finished preparing himself, Yunho lay down between Jae’s spread thighs. He lifted Jae’s hips in his hands as he kissed him again, softly, slowly, then pulled back to gaze into his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe. Sadness clouded his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jae frowned. “Why would you…”
In one swift movement, Yunho caught Jae’s lips and slid deeply into his tight sheath until he was buried to the hilt.
Jae saw a flash of white light and his mind went blank. Both pleasure and pain ricocheted through his system. Yunho’s thrust had set off his orgasm, his hips still jerking in response to the waves of pleasure crashing through him as he spilled his seed between their pressed bodies. At the same time, his ass was on fire. He’d never felt such an intense, hot, searing pain. Tears pricked the back of his eyes, which he now realized were closed.
“I’m sorry,” he heard Yunho murmuring as he whispered kisses along his cheek and neck. “So sorry…”
Yunho kept absolutely still, waiting for Jae’s orgasm to die down and for his breathing to return to normal.
“Are you okay?” he asked when Jae finally opened his eyes.
Jae nodded, forgoing words as he wasn’t sure he could speak just yet.
Yunho continued to rain kisses down on Jae until he felt him completely relax before he withdrew ever so slightly and plunged back in.
The sex he’d had before was nothing compared to this. Being inside of Jae was indescribable. The two sensations uppermost in his mind were heat and tightness. The life was being squeezed out of his dick while it was on fire. He’d never felt anything so good.
He claimed Jae’s lips one last time, gently rocking his hips as he took his time exploring this new world that had opened up to them. When Jae started moving with him, ever so slightly, he was able to move more freely too. Every time he slid back in was like being embraced by a well-made glove. That’s exactly what Jae’s tunnel was: the perfect fit. He’d known he wouldn’t last long, it had been ages since he’d had any sexual contact besides his own hand and being inside of Jae was over-riding his senses and self-control, so when he felt his balls contract and his stomach muscles tighten, he buried himself deep and, with a low groan, emptied his load.
They lay curled into one another in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Yunho had slid to the side, one leg thrown possessively over Jae as he trailed a hand across his chest, tweaking his nipples ever so often. He simply couldn’t get enough of them.
“How did you know?” Jae asked suddenly. “What to do, I mean.”
Yunho smiled as he looked down at the boy. “Porn.”
Jae’s eyebrows disappeared into his damp bangs. “You watch gay porn?”
Yunho shrugged. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and well, you’re a guy, so I wondered what it would be like if we were…together. Before tonight, porn was the closest I could get to that.”
Jae cocked his head to the side. “And the lube?”
Yunho grinned. “I’d thought, hoped really, that one day I’d get lucky.”
Jae shoved him playfully at his poor choice of words.
Laughing, Yunho continued. “I saw the way you were looking at me but I wasn’t sure what it meant, I only knew how I felt and I didn’t have the balls to tell you so I…waited.”
Jae smiled tenderly. He understood exactly.
Turning serious, Yunho gazed intently into Jae’s eyes as he said, “I’ve never felt this way before…about anyone.”
Jae gulped. Here goes nothing, he thought. “I’d thought that it was just some physical thing at first, some fluke that would pass in time, but it kept expanding and then I had to consider that maybe it was…more. Somewhere along the way it became…love.” He blushed. “Maybe.”
Yunho’s grin widened. He swooped down and captured Jae’s lips in a heated kiss that left them both breathless and panting.
“When are the others supposed to get back?” Jae asked abruptly.
Yunho shrugged. “May be a while. Why?” Grinning mischievously, he trailed his hand down and wrapped his fingers around Jae’s semi-erect member. “Have an idea?”
Jae chuckled. “You…”
“We’re back! Hyungs, where are you? You’re so lucky we were nice enough to bring you two dinner after you stayed in.”
Twin masks of horror slipped over Yunho and Jae’s faces as they stared at each other with panic in their eyes.
“Please tell me you locked the door,” Jae pleaded.
“Hyungs?,” Changmin called from directly outside the door. The doorknob jiggled then began to turn as if in slow-motion.
“NOOOOO!!!!”