w/o warning --03
Title: w/o warning
Chapters: ?
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, Min?
Summary: It took a crossdresser, a yaoi manga and a steamy fanfiction to turn the TVXQ household upside down. Oh, and one more thing... a one night stand.
A/N: Chp3 yeah? Been waiting long? <3
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Chapter 3
Just another day of dance practise. That’s what Yunho had been chanting in his head as he slumped on the floor, breathing heavily. Dance practise was what he always looked out for every time he looked through their monthly schedule. He loved dancing. But today, it was a different story altogether.
Jaejoong made dancing a torture.
God, when did he start thinking like some… some… frustrated high school boy? He didn’t know, and wouldn’t want to know. Pressing the cold water bottle against his forehead, Yunho moaned at the comfort the coldness brought to his heated body.
Yunho tried to relax during these precious in between practise breaks. Sweat bathed his whole body, and he felt sticky all over. Groaning, Yunho dabbed the sweat here and there. He closed his eyes for a moment of peace but somehow it seemed unlikely when images of Jaejoong conjured in his mind.
Just now when they’re dancing to Purple Line, he saw those hips, swaying sinfully. Then attached to it were the long legs that Jaejoong was proud of, and showed off by wearing fitting slacks. As sweat formed around his hairline, it glistened under the lights, and Yunho thought he was almost sparkling.
What the hell!
Shaking his head slightly, Yunho finally opened his eyes to come nose to nose with none other than Jaejoong himself.
“Yunho, you’re spacing out? It’s so, unlike you.” Jaejoong grinned.
Yunho couldn’t think of anything smart to reply with so he just blinked.
The youngest member, Changmin sat by him, chugging a whole bottle of water down at a dangerous rate. Yunho couldn’t help but stared at how he was able to do so without choking himself.
“You’ve been sighing. Something that’s bothering you?” Changmin asked.
“Nothing.” Yunho leaned back against the wall as he peered over his bottle at his other band mates fooling around.
They were doing some dance battle, he assumed. From the way they took turn to dance, he was sure of it. He studied the way Jaejoong liked to smirk when he swayed those hips.
Oh, damn it.
Jaejoong twisted his body, shaking from top to toe before thrusting his pelvis seductively. When his eyes met Yunho’s, he felt something intense going through his veins.
“Move those hips! Woo!” Junsu clapped his hands in encouragement.
Being a good sport, Jaejoong continued shaking those narrow hips, slipping his hand over his chest, molesting himself. Yunho couldn’t take his eyes off that image. It was like he was in trance.
When it ended, Yunho had to stop himself from groaning. Pulling the cap off, adjusting his hair before putting them on again, he managed to glare at Junsu before getting into their positions on the dance floor.
Junsu scowled. “What did I do?” he whispered to Yoochun.
“I don’t know… gramps having period cramps.” Yoochun whispered back, his lips almost touching Junsu’s earlobes.
Junsu giggled uncontrollably which gained him another glare from Yunho.
***
The sun was still grinning up in the sky, and Yoochun was so damn bored. He was home alone for the first time. Though it won’t be for long, but still he felt a little lonely, but part of him felt relieved that he had some peace.
Jaejoong and Yunho were doing an interview with a TV show while Changmin did a photo shoot for a women’s magazine. And Junsu, he was doing a photo shoot for a commercial that he was in.
Sighing aloud, Yoochun flipped through the channels on TV for anything interesting. When nothing seemed to pique his interest, he switched them off, and slumped on the sofa.
So boring!
Yoochun suddenly remembered the manga that Jaejoong had bought the other day for Changmin. Maybe he could use that to burn off his boredom. His fingers ran through the nicely stacked books, reading the book spine. He stopped his fingers over one title.
Junjou Romantica by Nakamura Shungiku.
Interesting title. Yoochun took the book and flipped to read the summary of the manga.
Takahashi Misaki is suddenly having some unexpected and odd problems. What started as a need for some college entrance exam tutoring has somehow led him to being romanced by a suave older man who also happens to be his big brother’s best friend. Confused by all of his brand new emotions, Misaki struggles to deal with his suddenly very odd life. And if that wasn’t enough, his suitor, Usami Akihiko, has plenty of issues of his own. A man-child who decorates his room in giant teddy bears and toys, Usami is a famous novelist who also writes steamy boys’ love novels on the side. When Misaki cracks open one of these books and reads sentences like “Usami licks every inch of Misaki’s hot body”…well, let’s just say that all hell breaks loose.
“Oh, I’ll take this one.” Yoochun said aloud. He took the book and went into his room.
Lying on his bed with the pillow piled beneath his head, Yoochun started reading.
***
An hour passed and still no sight or sound of any of his members. Yoocunchun was thankful, because right now, he was feeling so horny he might jump anyone who entered the room. He must’ve been leading a celibate life, and poor him, a manga could make him so damn horny.
And a mental image of lying in between of Junsu’s thigh was such a pleasant one he just had to jerk off.
Why in the world did Junsu appear in his fantasy?
Yoochun set aside the book and undid his jeans before slipping one hand beneath to free his harden member. He stroked them slowly, imagining how it would feel to have a guy giving him a blowjob.
Junsu smirked. He leaned down and took Yoochun’s throbbing member between his lips, sucking his precum. Then he licked the side, his fingers tracing circled on his hard balls.
“Fuck!” Yoochun hissed as he peered at his fully erect member, aching for release.
Moving his hands over his erection faster, he bucked his hips when he orgasm. Yoochun took awhile before his breathing evened.
Oh my god. What did I do jerking off to…?
***
Changmin hopped into Yoochun’s room, almost bouncing Junsu off the bed. The latter gave him a deathly glare before burying his head into the pillow tyring to get some sleep. It was finally the weekend where they could rest a bit.
Yoochun smiled. Thank god the other day he managed to stashed that horny manga back to where it belong; Changmin’s bookshelves.
“Look, what I’ve got.” Changmin placed a medium sized box on his lap.
Yoochun could imagine Junsu’s ears perking up, trying to listen to their conversation. “What’s this?”
“I don’t know. It’s from the fans I guess.” Changmin shrugged. “Oh wait, yeah, it must be, ‘coz… right here it says to Yoosu.”
Junsu tensed at the mention of ‘Yoosu’. What kind of fan gift was that? He sat upright, leaning behind Yoochun.
The box was pried opened with gentle fingers. When the gift was visible, Junsu gaped.
“What the hell is that!?” Junsu squeaked.
To be continued...
A/N: Ok, how's that? Comments. ok? I'm tired... need sleep. Bye (Zzzz)