Fate (Mirotic): Part 3/3
Title: Fate (Mirotic) Part 3/3
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Yunho's life is empty, there's nothing much that gives him real joy. One fateful night he runs into the most beautiful girl he's ever seen...Except she's not a girl. He's immediately captivated by the boy. Could this be the start of something new?
A/N: It ended up being a really long one-shot so I had to split it. Boo!
He fell on top of Jae, completely spent. He felt Jae’s arms surround him, one hand idly stroking his back while the other gently tugged at his hair. In that moment, he felt both loved and comforted: two sensations he hadn’t experienced in a long time. How on earth was he supposed to let Jae go?, he asked himself again. Instead, he said, “That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Jae replied, his husky voice tinged with laughter.
Yunho pulled out of Jae and shifted to his side so he could look at him. He lifted a hand and absently stroked Jae’s chest. “Would it be really corny of me to ask if it was as good for you as it was for me?”
Jae’s laughter burst out. “Yes, extremely cheesy, so please don’t.”
Yunho blushed and lightly tapped him on the chest. His eyes traveled the length of Jae’s body, admiring and memorizing it at the same time. He didn’t know if he’d ever have the opportunity again. He swallowed thickly when a sudden tightness gathered in his chest. As his eyes got to Jae’s penis, he frowned. He was hard but there were no signs that he’d orgasmed. His eyes swung up to Jae’s, his expression almost accusing. “You didn’t cum.”
Jae looked at him in surprise. “It’s okay… It takes me a little longer sometimes, that’s all.”
“You should’ve said something,” Yunho insisted.
Jae shook his head. “It’s not a big deal, really. I’m used to…”
“I don’t care what you’re used to,” Yunho growled. “When you’re with me, you’re going to receive pleasure as much as you give it. I will not have you feeling like I used you for my own needs…”
“I don’t,” Jae insisted.
“…without any thought to your own. We’re in this together.”
Yunho grabbed a handful of Jae’s hair and sealed his mouth with his once more. His roughness was partially due to anger because he thought Jae didn’t value himself enough to think he deserved to receive the full extent of pleasure that he was giving but also because he’d picked up on certain cues from Jae and figured the best way to help him achieve orgasm was to introduce a little much needed kink.
His kiss was hard, his lips bruising, his teeth sinking so deep into Jae’s swollen bottom lip that he drew blood. The coppery saltiness only incensed him further. He tore his lips away and made his way down Jae’s body. He didn’t tease like Jae had, instead going straight for his cock. It wasn’t as big as Yunho’s but it suited his size…and it was the prettiest cock he’d ever seen.
“Even your dick’s beautiful,” he said in mild amazement.
Jae was looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, his lips even more bruised and swollen than they had been before. He looked drugged… It was the sexiest expression Yunho had ever seen and the fact that he had brought Jae to that state turned him on immensely.
He took Jae’s erection into his hand and flicked the head with the tip of his tongue. When he felt Jae tremble, he did it again, and again. He swirled the head with his tongue then swooped down the shaft, taking Jae fully into his mouth. It was a comfortable fit: he didn’t feel like gagging. He held that position for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving Jae’s face. Jae was still. If not for his hands clenching and unclenching in the satin sheets, he would’ve thought he was completely unaffected.
Sliding up to the head, Yunho repeated the process. He tried to emulate what Jae had done to him and soon after, he began seeing the effects of his ‘work’ as Jae’s hips started moving with the stroke of his mouth along Jae’s shaft. His legs scissored at Yunho’s sides but they got in the way so Yunho held them down, which only made his hips buck upward more. Clearly, Jae liked being restrained. He reached a free hand up and tweaked Jae’s nipple. It hardened immediately so he did it again. He then repeated the same to the other side. By now, little guttural mewls were emitting from Jae’s mouth, his head tossing on the pillows. It was the biggest reaction Yunho had gotten from him since they’d met and he was giddy at the knowledge that he was the cause of Jae’s pleasure.
When Jae’s hand finally settled on his head, he knew he was close to orgasm so he doubled his efforts, sucking harder, squeezing his balls tighter. One of Jae’s legs pulled free and swung towards him but he managed to grab him by the thigh and push it down to the bed again. He briefly lifted off Jae’s cock to bite the inside of his thigh. When Jae groaned loudly, he did it again. The purplish mark it left behind pleased him immensely.
He engulfed Jae’s cock again and sucked him hard. He knew it must hurt somewhat but Jae’s pistoning hips clearly showed that he liked it and he was eager to taste him, to take Jae inside of him where he’d stay forever. He reached up and tweaked Jae’s nipples again, ringing them ‘til Jae cried out. Suddenly, Jae snatched his hand and he felt the warm wetness of Jae’s mouth surround his fingers. Jae sucked his fingers as hard as he was sucking his cock, his sucking turning to biting when his hips sped up as he neared orgasm.
Yunho finally had a ‘eureka’ moment. He kept up his sucking but slid his free hand under Jae and without warning, shoved two fingers into his tight hole. With a loud cry, Jae spurt into his mouth, jet after jet of creamy, tangy cum. It was the most delicious meal he’d ever feasted on and he knew he’d treasure the memory forever. He didn’t let up until Jae’s body was lax, his cock soft in Yunho’s mouth. He gently extricated his fingers then slid up Jae’s body, taking him into his arms. It pleased him just to hold Jae while his breathing returned to normal. Neither one said anything, just enjoyed the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking.
Suddenly, Yunho had a question he just had to ask. “Do you believe in fate?”
When Jae didn’t reply, he leaned back and looked down into his face to find that he had started dozing off. He shook him slightly until his eyes half opened. “Do you?”
Jae yawned delicately. “Do I what?”
“Do you believe in fate? I mean, what are the chances that I met you tonight and then ran into you again a few hours later?”
Jae chuckled softly, stretching within the confines of his arms. “I believe in coincidence, because that’s all it was. It could have just as easily been another fan that you ran into tonight, both times or the second or first time individually.”
“But…”
Jae raised a hand to Yunho’s cheek, caressed it softly. “Don’t over-think things… Just accept and enjoy it for what it is.”
Jae laid his head on Yunho’s chest, closed his eyes and drifted off again. Yunho watched him sleep, admonishing himself for asking the stupid question. Jae was right, had the right attitude about everything. He was kidding himself if he thought that they had a future. His situation didn’t allow it for one. It was bad enough that he was gay and a celebrity but Jae was also really young. Even if he could fix things to have Jae around him regularly, it would look inappropriate. And another thing was he had no idea if Jae would even want to. He’d felt so much since the beginning of their encounter but he had no idea if Jae had experienced even half of the same. He was always playful, teasing, never giving a hint as to what he was thinking or feeling. He had to accept that they were passing ships in the night. They’d shared something he would remember for the rest of his days but he shouldn’t be greedy by trying to make it last. He told himself he’d just be grateful for having had the experience at all. He told himself a lot of things but he couldn’t shake what his heart truly wanted.
When Jae awoke an hour later, Yunho picked him up and took him to the bathroom. He wanted to shower with him, to lather his body and watch the suds as they slid down his skin. He wanted to shampoo his hair. These little, intimate things that couples did all the time: he wanted those with Jae. He hadn’t done any of them for so long, hadn’t wanted to honestly, but he wanted everything and anything with Jae. After their shower, he dried him off and wrapped him in one of the thick, luxurious toweling robes the hotel offered. His hair was wrapped in a small turban-styled towel atop his head.
He ordered room-service and while they sat on the bed and fed each other, they talked about everything and nothing at all. He learned a few more things about Jae, about his school life, friends and family. Nothing overly informative but it meant the world to him that Jae shared anything with him at all. He had the feeling that Jae was humoring him, that he knew he needed this and he was going out of his way to give it to him. It just made Yunho love him more. There was that word again… He truly believed he was in love with the kid. As he sat across from this…this perfect creature, he knew that’s exactly what it was. He was in love with him.
Just then, Jae glanced up and Yunho wasn’t sure if he saw the love he had for him reflected in his eyes, but Jae’s eyes widened and he quickly looked away. Yunho felt embarrassed, like he’d bared his soul and been rejected. To cover his humiliation, he grabbed Jae behind the neck and crushed his lips with his. He took him down to the bed, wasting no time in parting the robe he wore, sliding on top of him without removing it entirely. As he looked down into Jae’s beautiful face, taking in the perfect features and the halo around his head, he casually commented, “Are you sure you don’t want to be a girl? You’re far too pretty for a boy. I could help you arrange it, pay for everything.”
Jae laughed lustily. “I’m sure. I like being a boy, even if I don’t look like one. Besides, if I got myself some feminine equipment, you wouldn’t want me anymore anyway. I’d have to go get myself a new man,” he teased.
Yunho growled, causing Jae to laugh even more. In retaliation, Yunho palmed his already throbbing cock and started sliding it into Jae’s tight sheath. He paused when he suddenly remembered, “The condom.”
Jae lifted a leg around Yunho’s hips, using his heel to press into Yunho’s ass and pushed him deeper. “Don’t need it.”
“But before…”
“I didn’t know you then,” he said simply. “Now, I do.”
Yunho’s eyes widened then narrowed. He’d never understand the kid. There was nothing consistent about him.
They made love two more times before Jae finally decided he had to go. It was already 10am and his mother, who thought he was spending the night with a friend, would probably be calling him soon. Yunho saw him as far as the door because Jae insisted that it didn’t make sense for him to go all the way down to the lobby and risk being seen.
“Are you sure you have to leave?” he asked for what felt like the millionth time.
Jae merely chuckled.
Yunho felt himself getting desperate. He rested his hands on Jae’s waist and pulled him flush against him. “Will I ever see you again?”
Jae placed his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, stood on the tips of his toes and kissed him softly. Dropping back down, he said, “Perhaps there’ll be another happy coincidence…” He smiled mischievously. “Or maybe this fate you believe in so much will lend you a helping hand.” Jae kissed him again and Yunho felt something soft wrap around his neck. Taking a step back, Jae said seriously, “Be happy.” And then he was gone.
Yunho felt his absence immediately. He brought a hand to his lips, as if to seal in the warmth of Jae’s kiss, and his bare arm brushed against the softness that hung down his chest. He pulled it off and was amazed to find that it was the scarf that he’d lost, or thought he’d lost, when they’d gone pub-hopping. Jae’d had it the entire time. He smiled then, a small, sad smile, as his heart began to weep for what he’d really lost.
Three months later…
Yunho stood backstage, gearing down after his group’s performance. The announcement of a debuting group caught his attention.
“Now, we welcome to the stage a group whose very existence has been shrouded in secrecy. They haven’t released any songs, haven’t appeared in any interviews. Their members are unknown. Their only public appearances have been street performances in the middle of the night.”
Yunho’s ears pricked at the last sentence. Was it possible? No, he told himself. Don’t even go there again. It had been three months since that night. The first month he’d held hope that some way, somehow, he’d run into Jae again. The second month, he’d started letting go, though he had to admit a part of him still hoped. But now, he had fully accepted that it was just one of those events in his life that he’d cherish forever and look back on fondly when he was old and gray.
The stage went pitch black for a moment before the spotlight shone at the center. There was a group of huddled bodies, he couldn’t tell how many until the music came on and they unfolded. It was a unique, classical tune. Nothing he’d ever heard before. They wore hooded robes. From his position, he didn’t have a view of their faces, but their moves were more than interesting. The crowd certainly seemed to like them if their screams were anything to go by. He walked closer until he was just at the edge of the stage but still out of sight.
Just then the figures spun and he caught a glimpse of their masked faces. Masks? His heart started to pound in his chest. Could it be? He was afraid to hope but as he watched them, watched their moves and listened to the strange music they played, he couldn’t ignore the similarities. He reminded himself, however, that even if it was the same group of guys, it didn’t mean that Jae was going to be with them. He hadn’t seemed overly enchanted with being an idol and regardless of how talented he was, there were no guarantees that he’d have been accepted into a group. Yunho didn’t even know if he could sing.
The music cut off and the figures finally stopped moving, the lights coming on full. They removed their masks one by one but he couldn’t see since they were facing the audience. The screams went up two octaves when the last figure removed their mask so he assumed the person was extremely attractive. A pretty boy, no doubt. They shed their robes and spun around in formation as a different strain of music began to play. As Yunho’s eyes went down the line of faces, he gasped when his eyes settled on the last.
"Jae."
He didn’t know if Jae heard him, didn’t know how it could be possible with all the screaming, but he looked up and his eyes clashed with Yunho’s. His hair was shorter now, shaped around his face rather than below his shoulders, and it had been dyed a white blond. It suited him. He was as beautiful as Yunho had remembered. A slow smile spread across Jae’s lips and his tongue snuck out to moisten them. Yunho smiled.
The boys raised their mics and the first note they sang went straight to his bones. He could tell which voice belonged to Jae: it was higher than the others. And it touched his heart. His beauty had the voice of an angel.
The boys spun around again and began their routine. Yunho’s eyes never left Jae as he moved around the stage and Jae’s eyes always met his when he turned in his direction. He was fantastic, they were all extremely good. When their performance came to an end, Jae was facing him again and Yunho couldn’t hide the stupid grin on his face when he saw the mischief in Jae’s eyes. He’d missed that look…
“Ladies and gentleman, I introduce to you… Fate!”
Yunho froze for a second then burst out laughing, the mischievous merriment in Jaejoong’s eyes making him laugh harder. That little punk! “Fate my ass…”
A/N #1: There were some things I neglected to describe simply because it’s just too nasty and/or an unnecessary detail (getting rid of the condom, etc)
A/N #2: I wrote this from Yunho's POV simply because all of my other fics are either entirely omniscient or more Jae than Yunho's POV.
Jaejoong's POV
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Yunho's life is empty, there's nothing much that gives him real joy. One fateful night he runs into the most beautiful girl he's ever seen...Except she's not a girl. He's immediately captivated by the boy. Could this be the start of something new?
A/N: It ended up being a really long one-shot so I had to split it. Boo!
He fell on top of Jae, completely spent. He felt Jae’s arms surround him, one hand idly stroking his back while the other gently tugged at his hair. In that moment, he felt both loved and comforted: two sensations he hadn’t experienced in a long time. How on earth was he supposed to let Jae go?, he asked himself again. Instead, he said, “That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Jae replied, his husky voice tinged with laughter.
Yunho pulled out of Jae and shifted to his side so he could look at him. He lifted a hand and absently stroked Jae’s chest. “Would it be really corny of me to ask if it was as good for you as it was for me?”
Jae’s laughter burst out. “Yes, extremely cheesy, so please don’t.”
Yunho blushed and lightly tapped him on the chest. His eyes traveled the length of Jae’s body, admiring and memorizing it at the same time. He didn’t know if he’d ever have the opportunity again. He swallowed thickly when a sudden tightness gathered in his chest. As his eyes got to Jae’s penis, he frowned. He was hard but there were no signs that he’d orgasmed. His eyes swung up to Jae’s, his expression almost accusing. “You didn’t cum.”
Jae looked at him in surprise. “It’s okay… It takes me a little longer sometimes, that’s all.”
“You should’ve said something,” Yunho insisted.
Jae shook his head. “It’s not a big deal, really. I’m used to…”
“I don’t care what you’re used to,” Yunho growled. “When you’re with me, you’re going to receive pleasure as much as you give it. I will not have you feeling like I used you for my own needs…”
“I don’t,” Jae insisted.
“…without any thought to your own. We’re in this together.”
Yunho grabbed a handful of Jae’s hair and sealed his mouth with his once more. His roughness was partially due to anger because he thought Jae didn’t value himself enough to think he deserved to receive the full extent of pleasure that he was giving but also because he’d picked up on certain cues from Jae and figured the best way to help him achieve orgasm was to introduce a little much needed kink.
His kiss was hard, his lips bruising, his teeth sinking so deep into Jae’s swollen bottom lip that he drew blood. The coppery saltiness only incensed him further. He tore his lips away and made his way down Jae’s body. He didn’t tease like Jae had, instead going straight for his cock. It wasn’t as big as Yunho’s but it suited his size…and it was the prettiest cock he’d ever seen.
“Even your dick’s beautiful,” he said in mild amazement.
Jae was looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, his lips even more bruised and swollen than they had been before. He looked drugged… It was the sexiest expression Yunho had ever seen and the fact that he had brought Jae to that state turned him on immensely.
He took Jae’s erection into his hand and flicked the head with the tip of his tongue. When he felt Jae tremble, he did it again, and again. He swirled the head with his tongue then swooped down the shaft, taking Jae fully into his mouth. It was a comfortable fit: he didn’t feel like gagging. He held that position for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving Jae’s face. Jae was still. If not for his hands clenching and unclenching in the satin sheets, he would’ve thought he was completely unaffected.
Sliding up to the head, Yunho repeated the process. He tried to emulate what Jae had done to him and soon after, he began seeing the effects of his ‘work’ as Jae’s hips started moving with the stroke of his mouth along Jae’s shaft. His legs scissored at Yunho’s sides but they got in the way so Yunho held them down, which only made his hips buck upward more. Clearly, Jae liked being restrained. He reached a free hand up and tweaked Jae’s nipple. It hardened immediately so he did it again. He then repeated the same to the other side. By now, little guttural mewls were emitting from Jae’s mouth, his head tossing on the pillows. It was the biggest reaction Yunho had gotten from him since they’d met and he was giddy at the knowledge that he was the cause of Jae’s pleasure.
When Jae’s hand finally settled on his head, he knew he was close to orgasm so he doubled his efforts, sucking harder, squeezing his balls tighter. One of Jae’s legs pulled free and swung towards him but he managed to grab him by the thigh and push it down to the bed again. He briefly lifted off Jae’s cock to bite the inside of his thigh. When Jae groaned loudly, he did it again. The purplish mark it left behind pleased him immensely.
He engulfed Jae’s cock again and sucked him hard. He knew it must hurt somewhat but Jae’s pistoning hips clearly showed that he liked it and he was eager to taste him, to take Jae inside of him where he’d stay forever. He reached up and tweaked Jae’s nipples again, ringing them ‘til Jae cried out. Suddenly, Jae snatched his hand and he felt the warm wetness of Jae’s mouth surround his fingers. Jae sucked his fingers as hard as he was sucking his cock, his sucking turning to biting when his hips sped up as he neared orgasm.
Yunho finally had a ‘eureka’ moment. He kept up his sucking but slid his free hand under Jae and without warning, shoved two fingers into his tight hole. With a loud cry, Jae spurt into his mouth, jet after jet of creamy, tangy cum. It was the most delicious meal he’d ever feasted on and he knew he’d treasure the memory forever. He didn’t let up until Jae’s body was lax, his cock soft in Yunho’s mouth. He gently extricated his fingers then slid up Jae’s body, taking him into his arms. It pleased him just to hold Jae while his breathing returned to normal. Neither one said anything, just enjoyed the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking.
Suddenly, Yunho had a question he just had to ask. “Do you believe in fate?”
When Jae didn’t reply, he leaned back and looked down into his face to find that he had started dozing off. He shook him slightly until his eyes half opened. “Do you?”
Jae yawned delicately. “Do I what?”
“Do you believe in fate? I mean, what are the chances that I met you tonight and then ran into you again a few hours later?”
Jae chuckled softly, stretching within the confines of his arms. “I believe in coincidence, because that’s all it was. It could have just as easily been another fan that you ran into tonight, both times or the second or first time individually.”
“But…”
Jae raised a hand to Yunho’s cheek, caressed it softly. “Don’t over-think things… Just accept and enjoy it for what it is.”
Jae laid his head on Yunho’s chest, closed his eyes and drifted off again. Yunho watched him sleep, admonishing himself for asking the stupid question. Jae was right, had the right attitude about everything. He was kidding himself if he thought that they had a future. His situation didn’t allow it for one. It was bad enough that he was gay and a celebrity but Jae was also really young. Even if he could fix things to have Jae around him regularly, it would look inappropriate. And another thing was he had no idea if Jae would even want to. He’d felt so much since the beginning of their encounter but he had no idea if Jae had experienced even half of the same. He was always playful, teasing, never giving a hint as to what he was thinking or feeling. He had to accept that they were passing ships in the night. They’d shared something he would remember for the rest of his days but he shouldn’t be greedy by trying to make it last. He told himself he’d just be grateful for having had the experience at all. He told himself a lot of things but he couldn’t shake what his heart truly wanted.
When Jae awoke an hour later, Yunho picked him up and took him to the bathroom. He wanted to shower with him, to lather his body and watch the suds as they slid down his skin. He wanted to shampoo his hair. These little, intimate things that couples did all the time: he wanted those with Jae. He hadn’t done any of them for so long, hadn’t wanted to honestly, but he wanted everything and anything with Jae. After their shower, he dried him off and wrapped him in one of the thick, luxurious toweling robes the hotel offered. His hair was wrapped in a small turban-styled towel atop his head.
He ordered room-service and while they sat on the bed and fed each other, they talked about everything and nothing at all. He learned a few more things about Jae, about his school life, friends and family. Nothing overly informative but it meant the world to him that Jae shared anything with him at all. He had the feeling that Jae was humoring him, that he knew he needed this and he was going out of his way to give it to him. It just made Yunho love him more. There was that word again… He truly believed he was in love with the kid. As he sat across from this…this perfect creature, he knew that’s exactly what it was. He was in love with him.
Just then, Jae glanced up and Yunho wasn’t sure if he saw the love he had for him reflected in his eyes, but Jae’s eyes widened and he quickly looked away. Yunho felt embarrassed, like he’d bared his soul and been rejected. To cover his humiliation, he grabbed Jae behind the neck and crushed his lips with his. He took him down to the bed, wasting no time in parting the robe he wore, sliding on top of him without removing it entirely. As he looked down into Jae’s beautiful face, taking in the perfect features and the halo around his head, he casually commented, “Are you sure you don’t want to be a girl? You’re far too pretty for a boy. I could help you arrange it, pay for everything.”
Jae laughed lustily. “I’m sure. I like being a boy, even if I don’t look like one. Besides, if I got myself some feminine equipment, you wouldn’t want me anymore anyway. I’d have to go get myself a new man,” he teased.
Yunho growled, causing Jae to laugh even more. In retaliation, Yunho palmed his already throbbing cock and started sliding it into Jae’s tight sheath. He paused when he suddenly remembered, “The condom.”
Jae lifted a leg around Yunho’s hips, using his heel to press into Yunho’s ass and pushed him deeper. “Don’t need it.”
“But before…”
“I didn’t know you then,” he said simply. “Now, I do.”
Yunho’s eyes widened then narrowed. He’d never understand the kid. There was nothing consistent about him.
They made love two more times before Jae finally decided he had to go. It was already 10am and his mother, who thought he was spending the night with a friend, would probably be calling him soon. Yunho saw him as far as the door because Jae insisted that it didn’t make sense for him to go all the way down to the lobby and risk being seen.
“Are you sure you have to leave?” he asked for what felt like the millionth time.
Jae merely chuckled.
Yunho felt himself getting desperate. He rested his hands on Jae’s waist and pulled him flush against him. “Will I ever see you again?”
Jae placed his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, stood on the tips of his toes and kissed him softly. Dropping back down, he said, “Perhaps there’ll be another happy coincidence…” He smiled mischievously. “Or maybe this fate you believe in so much will lend you a helping hand.” Jae kissed him again and Yunho felt something soft wrap around his neck. Taking a step back, Jae said seriously, “Be happy.” And then he was gone.
Yunho felt his absence immediately. He brought a hand to his lips, as if to seal in the warmth of Jae’s kiss, and his bare arm brushed against the softness that hung down his chest. He pulled it off and was amazed to find that it was the scarf that he’d lost, or thought he’d lost, when they’d gone pub-hopping. Jae’d had it the entire time. He smiled then, a small, sad smile, as his heart began to weep for what he’d really lost.
Three months later…
Yunho stood backstage, gearing down after his group’s performance. The announcement of a debuting group caught his attention.
“Now, we welcome to the stage a group whose very existence has been shrouded in secrecy. They haven’t released any songs, haven’t appeared in any interviews. Their members are unknown. Their only public appearances have been street performances in the middle of the night.”
Yunho’s ears pricked at the last sentence. Was it possible? No, he told himself. Don’t even go there again. It had been three months since that night. The first month he’d held hope that some way, somehow, he’d run into Jae again. The second month, he’d started letting go, though he had to admit a part of him still hoped. But now, he had fully accepted that it was just one of those events in his life that he’d cherish forever and look back on fondly when he was old and gray.
The stage went pitch black for a moment before the spotlight shone at the center. There was a group of huddled bodies, he couldn’t tell how many until the music came on and they unfolded. It was a unique, classical tune. Nothing he’d ever heard before. They wore hooded robes. From his position, he didn’t have a view of their faces, but their moves were more than interesting. The crowd certainly seemed to like them if their screams were anything to go by. He walked closer until he was just at the edge of the stage but still out of sight.
Just then the figures spun and he caught a glimpse of their masked faces. Masks? His heart started to pound in his chest. Could it be? He was afraid to hope but as he watched them, watched their moves and listened to the strange music they played, he couldn’t ignore the similarities. He reminded himself, however, that even if it was the same group of guys, it didn’t mean that Jae was going to be with them. He hadn’t seemed overly enchanted with being an idol and regardless of how talented he was, there were no guarantees that he’d have been accepted into a group. Yunho didn’t even know if he could sing.
The music cut off and the figures finally stopped moving, the lights coming on full. They removed their masks one by one but he couldn’t see since they were facing the audience. The screams went up two octaves when the last figure removed their mask so he assumed the person was extremely attractive. A pretty boy, no doubt. They shed their robes and spun around in formation as a different strain of music began to play. As Yunho’s eyes went down the line of faces, he gasped when his eyes settled on the last.
"Jae."
He didn’t know if Jae heard him, didn’t know how it could be possible with all the screaming, but he looked up and his eyes clashed with Yunho’s. His hair was shorter now, shaped around his face rather than below his shoulders, and it had been dyed a white blond. It suited him. He was as beautiful as Yunho had remembered. A slow smile spread across Jae’s lips and his tongue snuck out to moisten them. Yunho smiled.
The boys raised their mics and the first note they sang went straight to his bones. He could tell which voice belonged to Jae: it was higher than the others. And it touched his heart. His beauty had the voice of an angel.
The boys spun around again and began their routine. Yunho’s eyes never left Jae as he moved around the stage and Jae’s eyes always met his when he turned in his direction. He was fantastic, they were all extremely good. When their performance came to an end, Jae was facing him again and Yunho couldn’t hide the stupid grin on his face when he saw the mischief in Jae’s eyes. He’d missed that look…
“Ladies and gentleman, I introduce to you… Fate!”
Yunho froze for a second then burst out laughing, the mischievous merriment in Jaejoong’s eyes making him laugh harder. That little punk! “Fate my ass…”
A/N #1: There were some things I neglected to describe simply because it’s just too nasty and/or an unnecessary detail (getting rid of the condom, etc)
A/N #2: I wrote this from Yunho's POV simply because all of my other fics are either entirely omniscient or more Jae than Yunho's POV.
Jaejoong's POV