[FIC] Lover's Spit
Title: Lover's Spit, Part 2 - Junsu
Author: wynnetimate
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: R
Genre: Drama, angst
Length: Triple-shot
Summary: Yoochun, Junsu, and Changmin discover that the relationship between their oldest members is more than it seems.
I wasn't looking forward to writing Junsu's point of view, because I thought I'd have a lot of trouble with it. Oddly, I found this easier to write than Yoochun's.
L O V E R ' S S P I T
2. JUNSU
I can't stand the sound of someone puking. At least Yoochun puts some theatrics into it; he vocalizes his heaving, and it almost sounds like he's doing an impression of a lawnmower that can't start. He bolts out of bed first thing in the morning and locks himself in our shared bathroom, and even though I can handle his lawnmower routine when it's muffled through the door, I have no desire to see it performed up close. I knock and ask if he wants some water, but he grumbles that he has some, thanks anyway. He flushes and opens the door, handing me my toothbrush and yesterday's towel. His eyes are half-open, squinting through a headache.
"Too much to drink?" I ask.
Yoochun winces. "Don't even make me think about alcohol right now."
I'm tempted to tease him; his state right now is one of the reasons I don't drink very much. I think better of it when Yoochun turns an unflattering shade of green and slams the door. He starts the lawnmower. I hug my towel to my chest and leave our shared room, shaking my head. He's lucky we don't have anything scheduled until later.
There's one other bathroom in the apartment, and I don't hear Jaejoong until I'm halfway there. He throws up in the worst way because he tries to hide it. It sounds like dying. The door is cracked open, and I can see his reflection in the mirror, bent over the toilet, gagging. I close my eyes as I see him spew up bright yellow bile and then sink onto the floor. I take a step forward, and the new angle affords me a glimpse of the other side of the bathroom, Yunho leaning against the tub. Jaejoong lays down on the floor, pressing his cheek to the ceramic tile.
"Fuck you," Jaejoong says. "This is your fault."
Yunho laughs, pulls a wad of toilet paper from the roll, and wets it under the tap. He wipes Jaejoong's mouth. It's such a small gesture, and I can't help it when the corner of my lip twitches into a smile. Yunho's hard on us, Jaejoong especially, but he's our leader. He takes care of us. Even when we do stupid things, like drinking ourselves sick, he's concerned for our well-being. He probably brought Yoochun water before I even thought to ask.
Jaejoong mumbles something that I don't catch. Yunho grins, continuing to wipe Jae's face. "I think you'd drown if I ran you a bath right now."
"No, you can come in too. Hold me up."
"You're dangerous, Jaejoong."
"Don't care."
"Mm." Yunho tosses the wad of toilet paper into the toilet and flushes. "Come on, then. If you're done spewing for now, I'll start the shower."
I let my footsteps fall heavy and push the door open further. "Hey, let me brush my teeth before you run the water. Yoochun's comandeered the other bathroom."
Yunho has his hands under Jaejoong's shoulders, helping him to sit on the lid of the toilet. "Junsu," Yunho says. He looks at me funny. Worried, almost. "How long have you been waiting?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Jaejoong puts his hands on Yunho's hips and shoves, sending him stumbling backwards into the wall. "Piss off. I can run the shower myself."
I look between them, frowning. "Uh, I can wait..."
"No, don't worry about it." Jaejoong smiles weakly. "Yunho was just saying he was hungry, anyway."
Yunho mumbles something that sounds like, "Not for food," but he leaves the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Jaejoong sighs.
"Am I missing something?" I ask.
"Nah. Brush your teeth so I can take a shower."
I shrug. "You should brush yours too. The acids in your stomach are bad for your teeth."
"Toothpaste tastes too strong right now. I'll throw up again."
He brings his knees up and rests his chin, hugging his shins. I can see him watching me in the mirror. He chews his lip. Awkwardly, I squeeze a blob of toothpaste onto my toothbrush and start to brush my teeth. I make eye contact with Jaejoong's reflection, and he smiles a little. I spit blue froth into the sink. "How are you feeling?" I ask. He quirks an eyebrow. "Well, other than the puking."
"Not the worst hangover I've had," he says. "How's Chunnie?"
"Miserable. He said last night that you were more drunk than he was, but he seems worse off this morning."
Jaejoong laughs. "I must metabolize it better. When I get hangovers I get sick, but I don't usually have a headache."
"I've never had a hangover," I say, "so I wouldn't know."
"Really?" Jaejoong lets his feet drop, scooting forward to sit on the edge of the toilet, leaning with his elbows on his knees.
I talk around my toothbrush, tucking it into my cheek. "I've jusht never sheen the point in getting that drunk."
"You've never had a moment where you were just like, 'fuck, I need a drink'?"
"Nope."
Jaejoong laughs. "Never wished you could do something you're afraid to do?"
"I guesh." I run the tap to flush the toothpaste from the sink. "I just think there's better ways to overcome that than liquid courage."
"You're braver than I am, then." Jaejoong worries at a nail, not chewing it, just making the motion, pressing his lower teeth into the nail bed. I hum a scale while I gargle water, spitting after the high note. "You know, it's better if you don't rinse your mouth after you brush. The fluoride in the toothpaste keeps working."
"With all the coffee and wine you drink, you're concerned about rinsing your teeth with water?"
Jaejoong gives me a cheesy smile, flashing his white teeth. "It's true!"
He stands up to turn the shower on, twisting the knobs until the water is hot enough for me to feel the steam already. He pulls his shirt off and is about to slip off his sleeping pants when I notice something. At the base of his tattoo, just over his shoulderblade, is a bite mark. Not a hickey, but a proper bite; someone sunk their teeth into his back and bit down hard enough to leave little impressions of teeth. I reach out to touch it, and Jaejoong jerks upright, looking at me funny.
"Did someone... bite you?"
"What?" Jaejoong tries to reach where I'm touching, but can't get his arm to bend that way. He turns around to look over his shoulder in the mirror. "Oh. Yeah."
And then he doesn't say anything else. He pulls his socks off and tosses them into the pile with his shirt. He quickly tugs his pants down and steps behind the curtain. The water splashes heavier, funneled by Jaejoong's body interupting the flow from the showerhead. The bathroom fills with the scent of Jaejoong's shampoo, something with organic banana peel that smells like children's penicillin.
"Why did someone bite you?"
"Come on, Junsu-yah," Jaejoong sighs. "Don't make me say something you're gonna act upset about hearing."
I frown, and stare at my reflection misting over in the mirror. Jaejoong hasn't had girlfriends, not lately. He's gone out with female friends, but it hurts to think that Jaejoong would do something like that. "I never thought you were the type to have casual sex," I say.
Jaejoong laughs. It echoes off the walls of the bathroom, bouncing back at me. "It'd be a lot easier if I were," he says. "When you leave, can you tell Yunho I'm okay to eat breakfast?"
I take the hint and leave, closing the bathroom door behind me. Yoochun has migrated to the couch in the living room, lying down with his eyes closed, listening to the television. Yunho comes out of the kitchen with a glass of orange juice, setting it down on the coffee table. He mumbles an apology to Yoochun, and then notices me standing in the doorway.
"Junsu," he says. He stands up, rubbing his hands together. He looks at Yoochun, and Yoochun cracks an eye open and shrugs.
"Um," I say, rubbing my arms. "Jaejoong wanted me to tell you that he feels okay to eat breakfast now."
Yunho looks at me, his brows furrowed, trying to read my expression. I look back. After a moment he nods and says, "Uh, okay. Thanks."
He goes down the hall, and I watch him knock softly on the bathroom door and let himself in.
Yoochun props himself up on an elbow. "That's it?"
"Huh?"
"I expected you to, I don't know," he imitates the sound of an explosion. "This is kind of anti-climactic."
I shake my head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Yoochun blinks. "He told you, didn't he?"
"Told me what?"
"About them."
I follow the angle of his chin to the bathroom door. Yunho hasn't come out. Slowly, two-and-two comes together. "Yunho and Jaejoong...?"
"Yeah." A pause. "You mean, he didn't tell you?"
I shake my head. I don't know what to say. A million things fall into place. The bite, made with man-sized teeth. I hear Yunho's voice saying, 'That's dangerous' on repeat in my head. Every interaction between the two of them is rewritten in my mind, cast in an entirely new light. The sidelong glances. The touching. The disappearances of our oldest members the moment we got free reign, the two of them appearing later, saying, 'We just went to get something to eat.' And then I realize that Jaejoong wasn't referring to food when he said to ask Yunho for 'breakfast'. There isn't any noise coming from the bathroom other than the hiss of the shower; they aren't talking.
"There it is," Yoochun says. "Your head just exploded."
I turn around and go to the bedroom I share with Yoochun, locking the door behind me. I don't know what I'm praying for -- their souls? mine? -- but it clears my head.
An hour passes before Jaejoong knocks on my door. "Junsu?" He calls. I don't answer. He doesn't knock again.
1. Yoochun | 2. Junsu | 3. Changmin
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Author: wynnetimate
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: R
Genre: Drama, angst
Length: Triple-shot
Summary: Yoochun, Junsu, and Changmin discover that the relationship between their oldest members is more than it seems.
I wasn't looking forward to writing Junsu's point of view, because I thought I'd have a lot of trouble with it. Oddly, I found this easier to write than Yoochun's.
L O V E R ' S S P I T
2. JUNSU
I can't stand the sound of someone puking. At least Yoochun puts some theatrics into it; he vocalizes his heaving, and it almost sounds like he's doing an impression of a lawnmower that can't start. He bolts out of bed first thing in the morning and locks himself in our shared bathroom, and even though I can handle his lawnmower routine when it's muffled through the door, I have no desire to see it performed up close. I knock and ask if he wants some water, but he grumbles that he has some, thanks anyway. He flushes and opens the door, handing me my toothbrush and yesterday's towel. His eyes are half-open, squinting through a headache.
"Too much to drink?" I ask.
Yoochun winces. "Don't even make me think about alcohol right now."
I'm tempted to tease him; his state right now is one of the reasons I don't drink very much. I think better of it when Yoochun turns an unflattering shade of green and slams the door. He starts the lawnmower. I hug my towel to my chest and leave our shared room, shaking my head. He's lucky we don't have anything scheduled until later.
There's one other bathroom in the apartment, and I don't hear Jaejoong until I'm halfway there. He throws up in the worst way because he tries to hide it. It sounds like dying. The door is cracked open, and I can see his reflection in the mirror, bent over the toilet, gagging. I close my eyes as I see him spew up bright yellow bile and then sink onto the floor. I take a step forward, and the new angle affords me a glimpse of the other side of the bathroom, Yunho leaning against the tub. Jaejoong lays down on the floor, pressing his cheek to the ceramic tile.
"Fuck you," Jaejoong says. "This is your fault."
Yunho laughs, pulls a wad of toilet paper from the roll, and wets it under the tap. He wipes Jaejoong's mouth. It's such a small gesture, and I can't help it when the corner of my lip twitches into a smile. Yunho's hard on us, Jaejoong especially, but he's our leader. He takes care of us. Even when we do stupid things, like drinking ourselves sick, he's concerned for our well-being. He probably brought Yoochun water before I even thought to ask.
Jaejoong mumbles something that I don't catch. Yunho grins, continuing to wipe Jae's face. "I think you'd drown if I ran you a bath right now."
"No, you can come in too. Hold me up."
"You're dangerous, Jaejoong."
"Don't care."
"Mm." Yunho tosses the wad of toilet paper into the toilet and flushes. "Come on, then. If you're done spewing for now, I'll start the shower."
I let my footsteps fall heavy and push the door open further. "Hey, let me brush my teeth before you run the water. Yoochun's comandeered the other bathroom."
Yunho has his hands under Jaejoong's shoulders, helping him to sit on the lid of the toilet. "Junsu," Yunho says. He looks at me funny. Worried, almost. "How long have you been waiting?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Jaejoong puts his hands on Yunho's hips and shoves, sending him stumbling backwards into the wall. "Piss off. I can run the shower myself."
I look between them, frowning. "Uh, I can wait..."
"No, don't worry about it." Jaejoong smiles weakly. "Yunho was just saying he was hungry, anyway."
Yunho mumbles something that sounds like, "Not for food," but he leaves the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Jaejoong sighs.
"Am I missing something?" I ask.
"Nah. Brush your teeth so I can take a shower."
I shrug. "You should brush yours too. The acids in your stomach are bad for your teeth."
"Toothpaste tastes too strong right now. I'll throw up again."
He brings his knees up and rests his chin, hugging his shins. I can see him watching me in the mirror. He chews his lip. Awkwardly, I squeeze a blob of toothpaste onto my toothbrush and start to brush my teeth. I make eye contact with Jaejoong's reflection, and he smiles a little. I spit blue froth into the sink. "How are you feeling?" I ask. He quirks an eyebrow. "Well, other than the puking."
"Not the worst hangover I've had," he says. "How's Chunnie?"
"Miserable. He said last night that you were more drunk than he was, but he seems worse off this morning."
Jaejoong laughs. "I must metabolize it better. When I get hangovers I get sick, but I don't usually have a headache."
"I've never had a hangover," I say, "so I wouldn't know."
"Really?" Jaejoong lets his feet drop, scooting forward to sit on the edge of the toilet, leaning with his elbows on his knees.
I talk around my toothbrush, tucking it into my cheek. "I've jusht never sheen the point in getting that drunk."
"You've never had a moment where you were just like, 'fuck, I need a drink'?"
"Nope."
Jaejoong laughs. "Never wished you could do something you're afraid to do?"
"I guesh." I run the tap to flush the toothpaste from the sink. "I just think there's better ways to overcome that than liquid courage."
"You're braver than I am, then." Jaejoong worries at a nail, not chewing it, just making the motion, pressing his lower teeth into the nail bed. I hum a scale while I gargle water, spitting after the high note. "You know, it's better if you don't rinse your mouth after you brush. The fluoride in the toothpaste keeps working."
"With all the coffee and wine you drink, you're concerned about rinsing your teeth with water?"
Jaejoong gives me a cheesy smile, flashing his white teeth. "It's true!"
He stands up to turn the shower on, twisting the knobs until the water is hot enough for me to feel the steam already. He pulls his shirt off and is about to slip off his sleeping pants when I notice something. At the base of his tattoo, just over his shoulderblade, is a bite mark. Not a hickey, but a proper bite; someone sunk their teeth into his back and bit down hard enough to leave little impressions of teeth. I reach out to touch it, and Jaejoong jerks upright, looking at me funny.
"Did someone... bite you?"
"What?" Jaejoong tries to reach where I'm touching, but can't get his arm to bend that way. He turns around to look over his shoulder in the mirror. "Oh. Yeah."
And then he doesn't say anything else. He pulls his socks off and tosses them into the pile with his shirt. He quickly tugs his pants down and steps behind the curtain. The water splashes heavier, funneled by Jaejoong's body interupting the flow from the showerhead. The bathroom fills with the scent of Jaejoong's shampoo, something with organic banana peel that smells like children's penicillin.
"Why did someone bite you?"
"Come on, Junsu-yah," Jaejoong sighs. "Don't make me say something you're gonna act upset about hearing."
I frown, and stare at my reflection misting over in the mirror. Jaejoong hasn't had girlfriends, not lately. He's gone out with female friends, but it hurts to think that Jaejoong would do something like that. "I never thought you were the type to have casual sex," I say.
Jaejoong laughs. It echoes off the walls of the bathroom, bouncing back at me. "It'd be a lot easier if I were," he says. "When you leave, can you tell Yunho I'm okay to eat breakfast?"
I take the hint and leave, closing the bathroom door behind me. Yoochun has migrated to the couch in the living room, lying down with his eyes closed, listening to the television. Yunho comes out of the kitchen with a glass of orange juice, setting it down on the coffee table. He mumbles an apology to Yoochun, and then notices me standing in the doorway.
"Junsu," he says. He stands up, rubbing his hands together. He looks at Yoochun, and Yoochun cracks an eye open and shrugs.
"Um," I say, rubbing my arms. "Jaejoong wanted me to tell you that he feels okay to eat breakfast now."
Yunho looks at me, his brows furrowed, trying to read my expression. I look back. After a moment he nods and says, "Uh, okay. Thanks."
He goes down the hall, and I watch him knock softly on the bathroom door and let himself in.
Yoochun props himself up on an elbow. "That's it?"
"Huh?"
"I expected you to, I don't know," he imitates the sound of an explosion. "This is kind of anti-climactic."
I shake my head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Yoochun blinks. "He told you, didn't he?"
"Told me what?"
"About them."
I follow the angle of his chin to the bathroom door. Yunho hasn't come out. Slowly, two-and-two comes together. "Yunho and Jaejoong...?"
"Yeah." A pause. "You mean, he didn't tell you?"
I shake my head. I don't know what to say. A million things fall into place. The bite, made with man-sized teeth. I hear Yunho's voice saying, 'That's dangerous' on repeat in my head. Every interaction between the two of them is rewritten in my mind, cast in an entirely new light. The sidelong glances. The touching. The disappearances of our oldest members the moment we got free reign, the two of them appearing later, saying, 'We just went to get something to eat.' And then I realize that Jaejoong wasn't referring to food when he said to ask Yunho for 'breakfast'. There isn't any noise coming from the bathroom other than the hiss of the shower; they aren't talking.
"There it is," Yoochun says. "Your head just exploded."
I turn around and go to the bedroom I share with Yoochun, locking the door behind me. I don't know what I'm praying for -- their souls? mine? -- but it clears my head.
An hour passes before Jaejoong knocks on my door. "Junsu?" He calls. I don't answer. He doesn't knock again.
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