Fanfiction: Where Yunho Isn't Always The Leader
Title: Where Yunho Isn't Always The Leader
Pairing: OT5 =D
Summary: Yunho and first kisses
Umm! I think I've been lurking around long enough, and this fic was just banging around in my head begging to be written. It's the first thing I've written in a really long time, and I apologise for any OOC-ness
Where Yunho Isn’t Always The Leader
The room is quiet, save for the steady breathing of sleeping boys and the occasional muffled snore. Yunho stirs slightly, half-awake in the darkness. Tonight he is no longer at the end, but hemmed in comfortably in the middle, arms around Jaejoong’s waist, with Yoochun pressed up against his back. He thinks he could get used to this, being in the middle, closed off from the rest of the world, reveling in the feel of warmth on each side, even if he can’t do it in the day. As leader it is his job to watch over them from the sidelines, even when all they’re doing -much like today, he thinks wryly- is fool around. He finishes the photoshoot first and is idly sipping water, watching Yoochun chase Junsu around and around the room while Jaejoong leans in close to whisper something in Changmin’s ear -something lewd, knowing Jaejoong, and from the look on Min’s face- and he can’t help but smile indulgently, like a proud appa, his traitorous brain supplies. On days like these they never have to play it up for the camera. He watches, fascinated, as Changmin growls -a deep, surprisingly feral rumble he’s heard before- and pounces on Jaejoong, even as Jaejoong laughs and laughs and the camera flashes and flashes, the photographer barely able to suppress his glee at the pure genius of these candid shots. Yunho remembers laughing, too, until Junsu sneaks up from behind, gives Yunho a pinch on his behind, and then takes off screeching as Yunho gives chase.
Sometimes Yunho likes not having to take charge.
It is only fitting, he thinks, as he breathes in the scent of Jaejoong’s strawberry-scented shampoo, that it should all begin with Jaejoong. Beautiful Jaejoong, who is oddly shy sometimes in front of the camera, who laughs with his hand over his mouth, as if to keep the sounds from spilling out, as if he is almost embarrassed to let the world see him with his guard down like that. Jaejoong, who corners him one day in his dressing room, his eyes half-lidded and smoky, and Yunho remembers damning the man (woman? his brain stutters incoherently) who first came up with eyeliner, even as his breath hitches as Jaejoong presses himself even closer, backing him up against the counter.
“Yunho-ah”, Jaejoong purrs, silky smooth, and Yunho suppresses a shiver.
“Jaejoong-ah, I-”, he manages, before Jaejoong is kissing him, most thoroughly, all teeth and tongue and lips, and Yunho gives up trying to make sense of the entire situation. Not that he was doing very well before, anyway.
The next one comes as a surprise. Yunho expects it to be Yoochun, with his constant flirtations -his charm turned on and off at will, and his penchant for practicing on the members, as if he needed it- or even Junsu, with his not-so-subtle touches and wicked smiles, but it is Min who comes to him first. For days Yunho wanders around in a near-stupor, drunk on Jaejoong and his lips, his hands, his eyes. They are in Bora Bora, the skies clear and the water like rippling glass. Yunho feels strangely stifled in his loose white shirt, and walks into the hotel room they all share, meaning to change, and is greeted with the sight of Changmin, still in the white crocheted non-shirt they made him wear for filming, drawstring pants low on his hips, lips reddened and face flushed from more than the heat. Not surprising, Yunho’s mind gabbles. Jaejoong has Changmin backed up against the wall, has successfully cornered the taller boy, and anyone would look flushed with a half-naked Jaejoong in such close proximity.
Changmin looks strangely stricken, and Yunho almost laughs aloud. Jaejoong is an unstoppable force at times, and seeing Changmin this unsettled amuses him.
His throat goes dry when Jaejoong turns and smiles, however, slow and sultry, an open invitation, but it is Changmin -dear, sweet, young Changmin- who pushes himself off the wall -when did he get so tall? - and advances on him, and Yunho wants to back away at the look in his eyes, but for some reason he is rooted to the spot, and then Changmin is kissing him roughly -oh god why has he never kissed Changmin before- and pushing him into Jaejoong’s waiting arms.
Before the day is out Yunho realizes that he will never again think of Changmin as the baby of the family.
Yoochun, for all of his flirting, is soft and sweet and his mouth is warm and pliant under Yunho’s own. It is Yoochun’s birthday, and they are in Japan, and done for the day, away from the cameras and staff, alone in their own apartment. The others are in the living room, laughing hysterically at some Japanese variety show, and Yoochun is standing alone at the sink in the kitchen, his eyes unfocused, staring out into the night. Yunho’s heart squeezes, almost painfully. There is still cake on Yoochun’s cheek, and on impulse, Yunho leans over to lick it off. Yoochun turns to him and Yunho seizes his chance. Afterwards, Yoochun’s eyes are slightly wet, even as he smiles and leans up to leave a chaste kiss on Yunho’s lips. “You’re all family now”, he breathes, and to stop him from saying more Yunho kisses him again.
Junsu is a delight, as always, like a hint of spring in the air, or a sunny shower. His laugh is bright and infectious and Yunho is laughing too, laughing and laughing and laughing and gasping for air, and he can’t remember why anymore, it was something Junsu said (though he is quite sure it wasn’t one of his oyaji gags) and Junsu tackles him and they roll around on the floor like little boys. “Oof”, Junsu whimpers as they roll to a stop, aided mostly by the couch in their way, Yunho on top of him. Junsu pouts when Yunho laughs, and when a whine begins in his throat Yunho leans down and captures his lips to shut him up. When they pull away, breathless, Junsu’s eyes are dark and wanting and Yunho swallows, until Junsu reaches up to grasp his jean-clad bottom and squeezes, giggling when Yunho gasps in mock outrage and starts lecturing him about showing some respect for his exalted leader-sshi.
Jaejoong walks past then, arm slung companionably around Yoochun’s waist, and rolls his eyes in mock exasperation. “Kids”, he huffs, then “CHANGMIN!” as Changmin swoops past and snatches the biscuit deftly out of Jaejoong’s hand, cackling as Jaejoong gives chase, dragging along a loudly protesting Yoochun.
Yes, Yunho thinks, they all fit well together, meshing together perfectly like cogs. He shifts slightly. The sky is graying outside, and soon it’ll be back to endless schedules and shoots and dancing. He tries to disentangle Yoochun’s arms from around his waist, but Yoochun only tightens his grip and mumbles softly in protest. When he turns slightly, peering up, and sees Changmin smirking down at him from Yoochun’s other side, he rolls his eyes and attempts to rise again, only to have Changmin push his shoulder back down with a raised eyebrow. It is only then he realizes the shifting has awakened the rest as well, Junsu muttering irritably at being woken up so early, and Jaejoong, his arms tight around him, laughs and whispers something in his ear which shuts him up immediately, something that Yunho doesn’t catch despite being right next to Jaejoong. When he turns he sees that Yoochun’s eyes are now wide open and his grip on Yunho’s waist tightens even further, even as Yunho laughs softly.
“Let go, Yoochun, I’m getting up.”
“No, you’re not”, Jaejoong breathes, right by his ear, and Yunho can almost feel his heart skipping a beat.
Yunho laughs again. “What is this, a mutiny?”
“Shut up, leader-sshi”, Changmin commands, even as he leans over to do just that.
Pairing: OT5 =D
Summary: Yunho and first kisses
Umm! I think I've been lurking around long enough, and this fic was just banging around in my head begging to be written. It's the first thing I've written in a really long time, and I apologise for any OOC-ness
Where Yunho Isn’t Always The Leader
The room is quiet, save for the steady breathing of sleeping boys and the occasional muffled snore. Yunho stirs slightly, half-awake in the darkness. Tonight he is no longer at the end, but hemmed in comfortably in the middle, arms around Jaejoong’s waist, with Yoochun pressed up against his back. He thinks he could get used to this, being in the middle, closed off from the rest of the world, reveling in the feel of warmth on each side, even if he can’t do it in the day. As leader it is his job to watch over them from the sidelines, even when all they’re doing -much like today, he thinks wryly- is fool around. He finishes the photoshoot first and is idly sipping water, watching Yoochun chase Junsu around and around the room while Jaejoong leans in close to whisper something in Changmin’s ear -something lewd, knowing Jaejoong, and from the look on Min’s face- and he can’t help but smile indulgently, like a proud appa, his traitorous brain supplies. On days like these they never have to play it up for the camera. He watches, fascinated, as Changmin growls -a deep, surprisingly feral rumble he’s heard before- and pounces on Jaejoong, even as Jaejoong laughs and laughs and the camera flashes and flashes, the photographer barely able to suppress his glee at the pure genius of these candid shots. Yunho remembers laughing, too, until Junsu sneaks up from behind, gives Yunho a pinch on his behind, and then takes off screeching as Yunho gives chase.
Sometimes Yunho likes not having to take charge.
It is only fitting, he thinks, as he breathes in the scent of Jaejoong’s strawberry-scented shampoo, that it should all begin with Jaejoong. Beautiful Jaejoong, who is oddly shy sometimes in front of the camera, who laughs with his hand over his mouth, as if to keep the sounds from spilling out, as if he is almost embarrassed to let the world see him with his guard down like that. Jaejoong, who corners him one day in his dressing room, his eyes half-lidded and smoky, and Yunho remembers damning the man (woman? his brain stutters incoherently) who first came up with eyeliner, even as his breath hitches as Jaejoong presses himself even closer, backing him up against the counter.
“Yunho-ah”, Jaejoong purrs, silky smooth, and Yunho suppresses a shiver.
“Jaejoong-ah, I-”, he manages, before Jaejoong is kissing him, most thoroughly, all teeth and tongue and lips, and Yunho gives up trying to make sense of the entire situation. Not that he was doing very well before, anyway.
The next one comes as a surprise. Yunho expects it to be Yoochun, with his constant flirtations -his charm turned on and off at will, and his penchant for practicing on the members, as if he needed it- or even Junsu, with his not-so-subtle touches and wicked smiles, but it is Min who comes to him first. For days Yunho wanders around in a near-stupor, drunk on Jaejoong and his lips, his hands, his eyes. They are in Bora Bora, the skies clear and the water like rippling glass. Yunho feels strangely stifled in his loose white shirt, and walks into the hotel room they all share, meaning to change, and is greeted with the sight of Changmin, still in the white crocheted non-shirt they made him wear for filming, drawstring pants low on his hips, lips reddened and face flushed from more than the heat. Not surprising, Yunho’s mind gabbles. Jaejoong has Changmin backed up against the wall, has successfully cornered the taller boy, and anyone would look flushed with a half-naked Jaejoong in such close proximity.
Changmin looks strangely stricken, and Yunho almost laughs aloud. Jaejoong is an unstoppable force at times, and seeing Changmin this unsettled amuses him.
His throat goes dry when Jaejoong turns and smiles, however, slow and sultry, an open invitation, but it is Changmin -dear, sweet, young Changmin- who pushes himself off the wall -when did he get so tall? - and advances on him, and Yunho wants to back away at the look in his eyes, but for some reason he is rooted to the spot, and then Changmin is kissing him roughly -oh god why has he never kissed Changmin before- and pushing him into Jaejoong’s waiting arms.
Before the day is out Yunho realizes that he will never again think of Changmin as the baby of the family.
Yoochun, for all of his flirting, is soft and sweet and his mouth is warm and pliant under Yunho’s own. It is Yoochun’s birthday, and they are in Japan, and done for the day, away from the cameras and staff, alone in their own apartment. The others are in the living room, laughing hysterically at some Japanese variety show, and Yoochun is standing alone at the sink in the kitchen, his eyes unfocused, staring out into the night. Yunho’s heart squeezes, almost painfully. There is still cake on Yoochun’s cheek, and on impulse, Yunho leans over to lick it off. Yoochun turns to him and Yunho seizes his chance. Afterwards, Yoochun’s eyes are slightly wet, even as he smiles and leans up to leave a chaste kiss on Yunho’s lips. “You’re all family now”, he breathes, and to stop him from saying more Yunho kisses him again.
Junsu is a delight, as always, like a hint of spring in the air, or a sunny shower. His laugh is bright and infectious and Yunho is laughing too, laughing and laughing and laughing and gasping for air, and he can’t remember why anymore, it was something Junsu said (though he is quite sure it wasn’t one of his oyaji gags) and Junsu tackles him and they roll around on the floor like little boys. “Oof”, Junsu whimpers as they roll to a stop, aided mostly by the couch in their way, Yunho on top of him. Junsu pouts when Yunho laughs, and when a whine begins in his throat Yunho leans down and captures his lips to shut him up. When they pull away, breathless, Junsu’s eyes are dark and wanting and Yunho swallows, until Junsu reaches up to grasp his jean-clad bottom and squeezes, giggling when Yunho gasps in mock outrage and starts lecturing him about showing some respect for his exalted leader-sshi.
Jaejoong walks past then, arm slung companionably around Yoochun’s waist, and rolls his eyes in mock exasperation. “Kids”, he huffs, then “CHANGMIN!” as Changmin swoops past and snatches the biscuit deftly out of Jaejoong’s hand, cackling as Jaejoong gives chase, dragging along a loudly protesting Yoochun.
Yes, Yunho thinks, they all fit well together, meshing together perfectly like cogs. He shifts slightly. The sky is graying outside, and soon it’ll be back to endless schedules and shoots and dancing. He tries to disentangle Yoochun’s arms from around his waist, but Yoochun only tightens his grip and mumbles softly in protest. When he turns slightly, peering up, and sees Changmin smirking down at him from Yoochun’s other side, he rolls his eyes and attempts to rise again, only to have Changmin push his shoulder back down with a raised eyebrow. It is only then he realizes the shifting has awakened the rest as well, Junsu muttering irritably at being woken up so early, and Jaejoong, his arms tight around him, laughs and whispers something in his ear which shuts him up immediately, something that Yunho doesn’t catch despite being right next to Jaejoong. When he turns he sees that Yoochun’s eyes are now wide open and his grip on Yunho’s waist tightens even further, even as Yunho laughs softly.
“Let go, Yoochun, I’m getting up.”
“No, you’re not”, Jaejoong breathes, right by his ear, and Yunho can almost feel his heart skipping a beat.
Yunho laughs again. “What is this, a mutiny?”
“Shut up, leader-sshi”, Changmin commands, even as he leans over to do just that.