mind games (2/?)
Breathe, that’s the key, just breathe Yunho, breathe.
The panting university student crouched behind a bush, surveying his surroundings through the cracks between the leaves, chest heaving and sweat plastering usually perfect hair to his forehead.
“Oppa, where are you?”
Oh crap...where was Yoochun when he needed him? Yunho cast a disgusted look at his dormant cell phone. Pick up, pick up, pick-
“OPPAAAAAAAA....!!”
His entire body tensed at the sound of high heels clacking on gravel, stopping just outside his hiding place.
“Damn, where did he go?”
“I dunno, he just like, disappeared into thin air, ya know?”
“Urgh...OPPA COME OUT HERE!! I WANT YOUR BABIES!!”
“OPPA? PLEASE, OPPA! WE WON’T HURT YOU!” “MUCH.”
Damn you, Yoochun. And Youngwong. Damn the both of you to hell and back.
The clacking started again and Yunho went rigid, barely daring to breathes until the sounds of his pursuers faded away into silence. Yunho relaxed at little, poking his head above the tangles of leaves and branches. Left, right, left again. The coast seemed clear enough. Yunho gathered up whatever shreds of dignity he had left and strode out confidently, making it halfway across the street before he got his senses back and dashed like a man possessed the rest of the way into his apartment building.
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He took the stairs, three steps at a time, too freaked to wait for the lift because god knew how long it would take and according to recent studies (forcibly done first hand), his fan club possessed Yunho Tracking Powers Which Must Not Be Questioned. With shaking hands, Yunho forced the key into the hole and leaped inside, jamming a kitchen chair under the door knob for good measure.
“’Sup, Ho. Dude...what the fuck...?”
Chun looked up briefly from his instant ramen, absent mindedly twirling the strands of noodles around a plastic fork. He grabbed the head of the boy seated next to him, tilting his head so he could be fed at an easier angle.
The tiny muscle above Yunho’s eye twitched.
“Yoochun-sshi...” he began, voice overly sweet.
“Hmm?”
Yoochun barely looked up, choosing to blatantly ignore the fact that Yunho was practically staring an elaborate carving into the back of his head.
“Did you leave your hand phone on?”
“Mmm? What was that? Where the hell were you anyway? Su, wipe your mouth, you’re such a messy eater. Yunho-yah, so where- aacchhgh!”
Yunho’s hands fit perfectly around Yoochun’s neck and Junsu calmly plucked the fork out of Yoochun’s flailing hands.
“Do you have any IDEA just what the HELL I WENT THROUGH?”
“Agchhhhh!”
“I spent TWO HOURS running from FIVE goddamed GIRLS! GIRLS, CHUN! GIRLS! WHAT KIND OF MAN RUNS THROUGH BACK ALLEYS AND HIDES BEHIND BUSHES FROM GIRLS?!”
“You, obviously, and I would appreciate it if you let Yoochun go.”
Yunho threw Su a dirty look and released Chun, who had just started to turn a very nice shade of purple.
“I liked the one before you better,” he snapped, stepping away from the couple.
“Hyung-ah..”
Gasp, wheeze.
“What?”
Gasp.
Yoochun struggled to fit in another gulp of much needed air and Yunho felt semi guilty for almost murdering his best friend.
“Don’t...don’t get mud on the carpet.”
Junsu noted that eating ramen off Yoochun proved to be much more fun.
Stripping his dirtied tee off, Yunho made his way to the only bathroom in the apartment, running a hand through his mud streaked hair.
Damn fan girls, always- what?
He jiggled the doorknob of the bathroom door again.
Oh great.
Yoochun-ah, did you accidentally lock- AHHHHHHHHH!”
Yunho leapt back , staring at the barely clad boy standing in the now open doorway.
“Hey, hyung.”
“You...you...Changmin?”
He took in the dripping wet hair, firm torso, slim waist reminiscent of a certain raven haired someone and...
"Is that MY towel?”
Changmin glanced down at his semi covered bottom half.
“Yeah...um...hyung...if you want a piece of this you could just ask you know, no need to gape.”
That snapped Yunho out of his daze.
“Um...what? Changmin, just what are you doing here, other than dripping over my carpet and using MY towel?”
“Getting pissed at you, that’s what. Geez, and I though you liked me better than Junsu.”
With that, Changmin breezed past the startled youth, smelling like strawberries.
“IS THAT MY SHAMPOO?”
Mental note number two: Kill (ex)best friend and (ex)best friend’s boyfriend(s).
Changmin didn’t break his stride but after a few steps, he turned round.
“Hyung-ah, do you want your towel back?”
He started to slowly take it off and Yunho gave a small squeak, muttering something along the lines of “crazy half-naked men in my house” before retreating thankfully into the vacant bathroom. Changmin smirked and padded off to the kitchen.
=
“For the record, it’s Youngwong...”
God, even the way he said it was incredibly sexy. Yunho’s hand closed over his arousal, running his thumb over the its ridges and head while his other hand reached behind to cup his heavy balls.
Youngwong...
the way he danced, moved, like liquid sex on legs. What he’d give right now to see him again...another low groan and he was a few strokes away from coming.
His head lolled against the bathroom wall as he forced himself to ride out the nerve wrecking stages of pre-coming, trying to focus Youngwong in his mind’s eye. There was distinctively something about him, those legs, those eyes...the hips...
Yunho allowed himself to moan Youngwong’s name out loud as he came in his own hands, water from the shower head above sweeping the milky white substance down the drain almost instantly.
I need to know who he is.
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Shower over, Yunho crept out of his bathroom, looking up and down the hallway as to not encounter any more semi-naked people prancing around in their semi nakedness. Satisfied, the door clicked shut behind him and he was thankful neither Yoochun, Junsu nor Changmin were here to question him about his shower hogging. God knew what he would do if he had to deal with immature “Ah...Yunho-yah is...fustrated.”’s now.
Sprawled out on his bed later on, he stared at the ceiling, pondering. Youngwong. Just who the hell was he? He looked like a uni student and since SM was the only one in Here, Middle-of-nowhere, he most probably went there...but SM didn’t have people like him...did it? No, impossible, he would have noticed...but then again...
=
An hour or so later-
3 in the morning and Yunho had nothing to show for his effort, save a slowly growing migraine. He glanced at the clock on his bed side table, taking careful note of its hands. If he was lucky, Yoochun would be sleeping. If he wasn’t...he would have to deal with it and the trauma afterwards. Mind made up, Yunho got up and barged into his best friend’s room next door.
“Yoochun-ah!”
In the darkness, colorful variations of “SWEET FUCK, WHAT?” and “GET OUT!” was cast in his general direction but Yunho persisted, even going as far as to flip the light switch on. A race to get under the covers ensued and Yunho politely looked away for 5 seconds, turning his eyes back to the trio only when he was sure most...bits...have been successfully covered up.
“Wha...what do you want?”
Junsu’s tousled haired head made and appearance from beneath the covers and Changmin nodded in agreement, trying to cover his...discomfort. “Yunho-yah...”growled Yoochun, arm already stretching out to find something hard to hurl at his friend’s head.
“Any of you know someone called Youngwong?”
Silence and stares.
“What?” finally spluttered Changmin. Yoochun’s fingers snaked themselves around a bottle of lubricant.
“Youngwong! Around this height, black haired guy, incredibly sexy, dancing skills somewhere between ,mind blowing and fucking amazing?”
More silence and stares all around. Yoochun sat up a little straighter for better aim.
“No? Guys, come on! Help me out he-”
Yunho dodged the flying bottle which went out the door, narrowly missing his head.
“What was that for?”
“OUT! OUT NOW!”
Yunho raised his hands in mock surrender.
“Ok, fine. Unidentified flying objects taken as a sign.”
The door banged shut on his way out. Changmin and Junsu turned to the triumphant Yoochun.
“You DO realize we need that, right?
chapter 3
The panting university student crouched behind a bush, surveying his surroundings through the cracks between the leaves, chest heaving and sweat plastering usually perfect hair to his forehead.
“Oppa, where are you?”
Oh crap...where was Yoochun when he needed him? Yunho cast a disgusted look at his dormant cell phone. Pick up, pick up, pick-
“OPPAAAAAAAA....!!”
His entire body tensed at the sound of high heels clacking on gravel, stopping just outside his hiding place.
“Damn, where did he go?”
“I dunno, he just like, disappeared into thin air, ya know?”
“Urgh...OPPA COME OUT HERE!! I WANT YOUR BABIES!!”
“OPPA? PLEASE, OPPA! WE WON’T HURT YOU!” “MUCH.”
Damn you, Yoochun. And Youngwong. Damn the both of you to hell and back.
The clacking started again and Yunho went rigid, barely daring to breathes until the sounds of his pursuers faded away into silence. Yunho relaxed at little, poking his head above the tangles of leaves and branches. Left, right, left again. The coast seemed clear enough. Yunho gathered up whatever shreds of dignity he had left and strode out confidently, making it halfway across the street before he got his senses back and dashed like a man possessed the rest of the way into his apartment building.
=
He took the stairs, three steps at a time, too freaked to wait for the lift because god knew how long it would take and according to recent studies (forcibly done first hand), his fan club possessed Yunho Tracking Powers Which Must Not Be Questioned. With shaking hands, Yunho forced the key into the hole and leaped inside, jamming a kitchen chair under the door knob for good measure.
“’Sup, Ho. Dude...what the fuck...?”
Chun looked up briefly from his instant ramen, absent mindedly twirling the strands of noodles around a plastic fork. He grabbed the head of the boy seated next to him, tilting his head so he could be fed at an easier angle.
The tiny muscle above Yunho’s eye twitched.
“Yoochun-sshi...” he began, voice overly sweet.
“Hmm?”
Yoochun barely looked up, choosing to blatantly ignore the fact that Yunho was practically staring an elaborate carving into the back of his head.
“Did you leave your hand phone on?”
“Mmm? What was that? Where the hell were you anyway? Su, wipe your mouth, you’re such a messy eater. Yunho-yah, so where- aacchhgh!”
Yunho’s hands fit perfectly around Yoochun’s neck and Junsu calmly plucked the fork out of Yoochun’s flailing hands.
“Do you have any IDEA just what the HELL I WENT THROUGH?”
“Agchhhhh!”
“I spent TWO HOURS running from FIVE goddamed GIRLS! GIRLS, CHUN! GIRLS! WHAT KIND OF MAN RUNS THROUGH BACK ALLEYS AND HIDES BEHIND BUSHES FROM GIRLS?!”
“You, obviously, and I would appreciate it if you let Yoochun go.”
Yunho threw Su a dirty look and released Chun, who had just started to turn a very nice shade of purple.
“I liked the one before you better,” he snapped, stepping away from the couple.
“Hyung-ah..”
Gasp, wheeze.
“What?”
Gasp.
Yoochun struggled to fit in another gulp of much needed air and Yunho felt semi guilty for almost murdering his best friend.
“Don’t...don’t get mud on the carpet.”
Junsu noted that eating ramen off Yoochun proved to be much more fun.
Stripping his dirtied tee off, Yunho made his way to the only bathroom in the apartment, running a hand through his mud streaked hair.
Damn fan girls, always- what?
He jiggled the doorknob of the bathroom door again.
Oh great.
Yoochun-ah, did you accidentally lock- AHHHHHHHHH!”
Yunho leapt back , staring at the barely clad boy standing in the now open doorway.
“Hey, hyung.”
“You...you...Changmin?”
He took in the dripping wet hair, firm torso, slim waist reminiscent of a certain raven haired someone and...
"Is that MY towel?”
Changmin glanced down at his semi covered bottom half.
“Yeah...um...hyung...if you want a piece of this you could just ask you know, no need to gape.”
That snapped Yunho out of his daze.
“Um...what? Changmin, just what are you doing here, other than dripping over my carpet and using MY towel?”
“Getting pissed at you, that’s what. Geez, and I though you liked me better than Junsu.”
With that, Changmin breezed past the startled youth, smelling like strawberries.
“IS THAT MY SHAMPOO?”
Mental note number two: Kill (ex)best friend and (ex)best friend’s boyfriend(s).
Changmin didn’t break his stride but after a few steps, he turned round.
“Hyung-ah, do you want your towel back?”
He started to slowly take it off and Yunho gave a small squeak, muttering something along the lines of “crazy half-naked men in my house” before retreating thankfully into the vacant bathroom. Changmin smirked and padded off to the kitchen.
=
“For the record, it’s Youngwong...”
God, even the way he said it was incredibly sexy. Yunho’s hand closed over his arousal, running his thumb over the its ridges and head while his other hand reached behind to cup his heavy balls.
Youngwong...
the way he danced, moved, like liquid sex on legs. What he’d give right now to see him again...another low groan and he was a few strokes away from coming.
His head lolled against the bathroom wall as he forced himself to ride out the nerve wrecking stages of pre-coming, trying to focus Youngwong in his mind’s eye. There was distinctively something about him, those legs, those eyes...the hips...
Yunho allowed himself to moan Youngwong’s name out loud as he came in his own hands, water from the shower head above sweeping the milky white substance down the drain almost instantly.
I need to know who he is.
-
Shower over, Yunho crept out of his bathroom, looking up and down the hallway as to not encounter any more semi-naked people prancing around in their semi nakedness. Satisfied, the door clicked shut behind him and he was thankful neither Yoochun, Junsu nor Changmin were here to question him about his shower hogging. God knew what he would do if he had to deal with immature “Ah...Yunho-yah is...fustrated.”’s now.
Sprawled out on his bed later on, he stared at the ceiling, pondering. Youngwong. Just who the hell was he? He looked like a uni student and since SM was the only one in Here, Middle-of-nowhere, he most probably went there...but SM didn’t have people like him...did it? No, impossible, he would have noticed...but then again...
=
An hour or so later-
3 in the morning and Yunho had nothing to show for his effort, save a slowly growing migraine. He glanced at the clock on his bed side table, taking careful note of its hands. If he was lucky, Yoochun would be sleeping. If he wasn’t...he would have to deal with it and the trauma afterwards. Mind made up, Yunho got up and barged into his best friend’s room next door.
“Yoochun-ah!”
In the darkness, colorful variations of “SWEET FUCK, WHAT?” and “GET OUT!” was cast in his general direction but Yunho persisted, even going as far as to flip the light switch on. A race to get under the covers ensued and Yunho politely looked away for 5 seconds, turning his eyes back to the trio only when he was sure most...bits...have been successfully covered up.
“Wha...what do you want?”
Junsu’s tousled haired head made and appearance from beneath the covers and Changmin nodded in agreement, trying to cover his...discomfort. “Yunho-yah...”growled Yoochun, arm already stretching out to find something hard to hurl at his friend’s head.
“Any of you know someone called Youngwong?”
Silence and stares.
“What?” finally spluttered Changmin. Yoochun’s fingers snaked themselves around a bottle of lubricant.
“Youngwong! Around this height, black haired guy, incredibly sexy, dancing skills somewhere between ,mind blowing and fucking amazing?”
More silence and stares all around. Yoochun sat up a little straighter for better aim.
“No? Guys, come on! Help me out he-”
Yunho dodged the flying bottle which went out the door, narrowly missing his head.
“What was that for?”
“OUT! OUT NOW!”
Yunho raised his hands in mock surrender.
“Ok, fine. Unidentified flying objects taken as a sign.”
The door banged shut on his way out. Changmin and Junsu turned to the triumphant Yoochun.
“You DO realize we need that, right?
chapter 3