Bent Kisses 6/8
Title: Bent Kisses 6/8
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu, ninja Jaejoong/MC)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine so I could make them question their sexuality by inventing games so they had to kiss each other (and me).
Summary: Yunho is having fun studying abroad in America. He has a lot of friends, some Korean, most not. The girls love him because he's tall and exotic. When one of his best friends decides to play matchmaker, Yunho isn't sure if he should let him, because well, even if he is a damn good kisser, Yoochun is a guy. And Yunho is straight.
A/N: this fic is for all you 2U lovers out there, and the only warning it needs is "massive amounts of kissing, and massive amounts of fluff".
Poster credit goes to dami_ah! Thank you darling, I love it! ♥♥♥
Part 6:
A couple hours later, Yunho was at the library, struggling with his ESL homework. He knew he should have waited for Yoochun to help, but damn, what the hell was wrong with English? The language was truly fucked up.
Someone nudged his shoulder and he looked up and smiled. He popped an earbud from his ear and didn’t stop Yoochun when he leaned down for a brief kiss.
“If I were, not If I am,” Yoochun said, pointing to one of Yunho’s problems as he sat down.
“This language sucks,” Yunho said as he erased the wrong answer and put the right one.
“It has some good points,” Yoochun said and continued in English. “You know, you remind of an overdue library book, because you have fine written all over you.”
Yunho stared at him for a beat and then laughed quietly. “Corny.”
“You remind me of a good book, because nothing is going to stop me from opening you up all night long.”
Yunho clutched his sides and fake-gagged. “Stop. Stop. You’re killing me.”
Yoochun smiled.
“How was your practice?”
“Fine. Jaejoong is worried about you.”
“Yeah, I know. He’s a good friend.”
“He said you invited him here, but he told me to tell you that he trusts us together, and now that we are together that he has no reason to interfere anymore.”
Yunho snorted. “I give that half a day.”
“Yeah.”
“And are we together?” Yunho met his eyes.
Yoochun stared at him for a long time. Yunho turned back to his homework, a little flash of disappointment in him. It was quiet as Yoochun pulled out a heavy book called International Relations.
“Looks fun,” Yunho muttered.
“Looks required.”
They worked in silence, and Yunho suffered through a few more ESL problems, and wrote a short one page essay on American history. The next thing Yunho said to him was asking him to look through it, and Yoochun pointed out his mistakes.
“Since we’re in an English mode,” Yoochun said, “we can go over yesterday’s lecture.”
Yunho nodded. “Sure.” He took out his recorder and his earphones. Yoochun had to slide closer to him so they could share. Yunho hit play and then for the next two hours, he listened, asked questions and Yoochun translated the more crazy English phrases.
They weren’t through until almost ten.
“Sorry to waste your time,” Yunho said.
“Spending time with you is not a waste.”
Yunho didn’t know how to reply to that. “Late dinner?”
“Should go to sleep. Early class, but yeah. Let’s go. I need food.”
They left the library, and Yunho noticed the distance between them. They’d spent two days walking shoulder to shoulder, and now there was at least six inches between them. Yoochun stopped for a moment and lit a cigarette.
Just off campus, there was an all night diner. They walked in silence. It sort of felt like Sunday night, but with an extra level of tension. Yunho tried not to think about it, but the question, “Are we boyfriends?” continued to pop into his head. They were seated and Yoochun ordered coffee.
“I thought you had to sleep,” Yunho said.
“I do, but I have to finish a paper more than I have to sleep.”
“Oh.” Yunho felt guilty again for taking up so much of Yoochun’s time.
Yoochun reached over the table the poked Yunho’s lower lip. “Don’t. It’s okay. I liked helping you.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
They ordered food: Yunho a sandwich and French fries, Yoochun a plate of American breakfast classics. They ate in silence. Yunho stared at his plate, trying not to let his mind wander nor his heart break as the minutes extended.
When the waitress came back with their bill, Yoochun said, “Bring us some ice cream. Two spoons?”
She smiled. “Sure thing, loves.” She was an older lady, and Yunho had her as a waitress before, but usually when he brought a girlfriend here.
“We okay?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho shrugged. “I … I don’t know. I …”
“You’re still confusing me.”
“Sorry.”
“I really like you, Yunho. I don’t want you to think I’m playing with you or stringing you along. I sort of want the same from you. Neither of us has the best track record for longevity or monogamy.”
Yunho could not argue with that.
Their ice cream came, and the waitress had covered it in chocolate and strawberries and bananas.
“Oh, Janet. Fabulous. Marry me.”
The woman laughed and said in a stage whisper, “With the way you’ve been looking him,” she jerked her head in Yunho’s direction, “you may want to ask him that.”
Yoochun smiled. Yunho blushed as the woman laughed and left them alone.
To Yunho, the ice cream tasted like sand.
“This sort of feels like comfort food,” Yoochun said, pushing a banana slice around the bottom of the bowl, “except comfort food is usually eaten alone.”
“I know you’ll wave it off again, but I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Yoochun paid for their dinner. He had another cigarette as soon as they left the restaurant. Silence seemed to be the theme of the night, but Yunho didn’t know what to say.
“I … I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Yoochun said as they neared the dorms.
Yunho nodded. “Y-yeah. See you later.”
Yoochun turned up a path and Yunho kept walking, quickening his pace, and trying to blink away the sting behind his eyes. He was a little surprised when he came into his room and found Jaejoong and Adam sitting on Adam’s bed reading a book in English.
“Hey Yunnie! Adam’s helping me read in English.”
“That’s nice.”
“Fuck. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Yunnie.”
“Drop it, Jaejoong, okay?”
“Ah, shit, that means I’m going to go to my room and Yoochun’s going to be in a bad mood too.”
“Probably.”
Jaejoong made a face.
“What’s up?” Adam asked.
“He and Yoochun broke up.”
“We didn’t break up,” Yunho said, and then tried to find the words in English. “Not even together.”
“Now they’re going to be mel-melan-”
“Melancholy,” Adam said with a smile.
“Melancholy,” Jaejoong repeated. “Do you like that word, Yunnie? It means sad. Adam taught me.” Jaejoong threw his arms around Adam’s neck and Yunho had a sudden epiphany.
He went back to Korean and said, “So that’s who you have a crush on. You know he’s straight right?”
Jaejoong turned pink and let go of Adam quickly. “Yah, ungrateful brat. Shut up.”
“Get him drunk. That’s what you did to me.”
“I don’t want him to want me just because he’s drunk.”
“He’s straight.”
“Yunnniieeee, shut up,” he said in English.
“Why? Are you teaching him Korean words?”
“No.”
“Save me from his teasing,” Jaejoong said and actually buried his face in Adam’s neck.
“Damsel in distress,” Adam said. “I’ve been at the end of your wicked tongue, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong looked up and licked his lips. “No you haven’t.”
“That is not what I meant,” Adam said and smiled. “You can hold your own against Yunho.”
“Jaejoong, please go away.”
Jaejoong pouted. “I’m not here to see you. I’m here to see Adam.”
“Yoochun might need you,” Adam said.
“You want me to leave?”
“No, but Yoochun’s your best friend. He might need you.”
“I know. Thanks for helping me read.” He kissed Adam’s cheek.
“He’s straight,” Yunho said.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong muttered as he put on his coat. He struggled with a sleeve and Yunho knew he was faking it. Adam stood up and helped him.
“You’re such a good little actor.”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out, blew Adam a kiss and then swayed out of the door.
“He knows I’m straight, right?” Adam said as soon as the door shut.
Yunho laughed. “Yeah. He does. But he will try anyway.”
“He’s pretty, but yeah … no thanks. What about you? What happened?”
“Nothing,” Yunho said. He pulled his shirt off and chucked it toward his laundry basket. It was getting full. “Absolutely nothing.”
“That’s not a good nothing. Jaejoong said you and Yoochun were getting along really well.”
“We … were. We are, it’s …”
“Complicated.”
“Yeah. I … I forgot where … we were at the café, and …” Yunho had issues finding the English words to explain it, but Adam saved him.
“Jaejoong told me. You shouldn’t listen to people like that, Yunho. Their opinions don’t matter. They shouldn’t matter.”
“I know. It’s hard. My father …”
“No father deals well with their son being gay.”
Yunho did know that. Jaejoong’s father didn’t talk to him. He only talked to his sisters.
“If you like Yoochun, then let yourself like him. You’ll regret it if you don’t. You’ll regret not taking a chance if you end up losing him.”
“I know.”
Yunho looked at his backpack and the homework waiting inside. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on it. He curled up in bed, facing the wall. He stared at the picture on his background.
He liked Yoochun, so much, and god, he loved to kiss him. Being honest with himself, he had to admit that he was worried about what other people would think, other girlfriends, other friends. Adam was cool with it, but they all wouldn’t be. And his parents definitely wouldn’t be. And what would happen when he went back to Korea? He only had one more semester in the United States, and Yoochun was finishing his degree, three more semesters. They’d be separated and then who knew what would happen.
It made sense to Yunho to stop things now, just because of that. They were still friends. Or they could be friends. After a few days, the awkwardness would go away and they could go back to how they used to be, and only have Jaejoong as a connection.
But Yunho really didn’t want that. Yoochun was funny and smart and talented. He made jokes and liked soccer and baseball and music and cars. They had so much in common that Yunho knew he would never be able to just go back to how things used to be.
Yunho watched the clock flip through the hours. Near one am, his phone flashed and vibrated.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Text him. He won’t go to sleep.
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
I’m sleeping.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Liar. Text him. Please.
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
Hey. Jaejoong’s being Mom again and meddling.
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
God, don’t I know it. I keep telling him I’m writing a paper.
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
How’s that going?
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
Decent. Should be done by seven or eight am.
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
That’s not good.
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
Yeah, my own fault for putting it off. I need a smoke break.
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
You need to relax.
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
Hard when there’s a paper due.
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
Help him with his paper.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Like I can help write in English, god.
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
I’m sure he needs research done or something.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Why don’t you come over and help him?
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
Yeah, no.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Too late. I already told him you were coming over.
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
I hate you.
Yunho got up and dressed slowly, but Adam still woke up.
“Where you going?”
“Help Yoochun with a paper.”
“Wear a condom.”
Yunho looked at him.
“Oh, I thought that was a way of saying you were having sex.”
“Um, no.”
“Oh. Well. I’m sure there are condoms in that room just in case.”
“Yeah, probably.” Yunho pulled on a sweater and bundled up in a coat. “But we won’t need them.”
Adam chuckled. “Have fun.”
Yunho made sure he had his phone and his keys and headed out into the early morning. He headed toward Jaejoong’s dorm, eyes on his feet. A few minutes later, he lifted his head and immediately noted an orange flare next to a building. As he grew closer, the burning ember gave way to a shadowed form and then gray smoke rose into the night.
“Hey,” Yoochun whispered, low voice carrying in the dark.
“Hey.”
Yoochun took one more drag, tossed the cigarette and then turned to the door. Silently, Yunho followed him into the building and to his and Jaejoong’s dorm room. Jaejoong was slipping a jacket on.
“Give me your room key,” Jaejoong said.
“He’s straight.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “You two aren’t going to bed soon and I need my beauty rest.”
Yunho handed over his keys.
Jaejoong kissed Yunho’s cheek, whispered, “He thinks you hate him,” and then without another word left the room.
“So what is your paper about?”
“Comparing and contrasting international relation theories and how they apply to the tensions between North and South Korea.”
“I most definitely will not be able to help you with that.”
Yoochun smiled. “I know. That’s what I told Jaejoong. Sorry.”
“It’s alright. I can’t sleep anyway.” Yunho sat down in Jaejoong’s desk chair. Yoochun sat and sipped at a cup.
“More coffee?”
“No. Tea. You want some?”
“No, that’s okay.” Yunho slouched in the chair, head on the back, long legs in front of him. He stared at the ceiling. He listened to Yoochun type. He probably should have stayed in bed.
Part 7: Soft Hearts
Part 5: Doubting Thoughts
Part 4: Tight Jeans
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 2: Innocent Playground
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu, ninja Jaejoong/MC)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine so I could make them question their sexuality by inventing games so they had to kiss each other (and me).
Summary: Yunho is having fun studying abroad in America. He has a lot of friends, some Korean, most not. The girls love him because he's tall and exotic. When one of his best friends decides to play matchmaker, Yunho isn't sure if he should let him, because well, even if he is a damn good kisser, Yoochun is a guy. And Yunho is straight.
A/N: this fic is for all you 2U lovers out there, and the only warning it needs is "massive amounts of kissing, and massive amounts of fluff".
Poster credit goes to dami_ah! Thank you darling, I love it! ♥♥♥
Part 6:
A couple hours later, Yunho was at the library, struggling with his ESL homework. He knew he should have waited for Yoochun to help, but damn, what the hell was wrong with English? The language was truly fucked up.
Someone nudged his shoulder and he looked up and smiled. He popped an earbud from his ear and didn’t stop Yoochun when he leaned down for a brief kiss.
“If I were, not If I am,” Yoochun said, pointing to one of Yunho’s problems as he sat down.
“This language sucks,” Yunho said as he erased the wrong answer and put the right one.
“It has some good points,” Yoochun said and continued in English. “You know, you remind of an overdue library book, because you have fine written all over you.”
Yunho stared at him for a beat and then laughed quietly. “Corny.”
“You remind me of a good book, because nothing is going to stop me from opening you up all night long.”
Yunho clutched his sides and fake-gagged. “Stop. Stop. You’re killing me.”
Yoochun smiled.
“How was your practice?”
“Fine. Jaejoong is worried about you.”
“Yeah, I know. He’s a good friend.”
“He said you invited him here, but he told me to tell you that he trusts us together, and now that we are together that he has no reason to interfere anymore.”
Yunho snorted. “I give that half a day.”
“Yeah.”
“And are we together?” Yunho met his eyes.
Yoochun stared at him for a long time. Yunho turned back to his homework, a little flash of disappointment in him. It was quiet as Yoochun pulled out a heavy book called International Relations.
“Looks fun,” Yunho muttered.
“Looks required.”
They worked in silence, and Yunho suffered through a few more ESL problems, and wrote a short one page essay on American history. The next thing Yunho said to him was asking him to look through it, and Yoochun pointed out his mistakes.
“Since we’re in an English mode,” Yoochun said, “we can go over yesterday’s lecture.”
Yunho nodded. “Sure.” He took out his recorder and his earphones. Yoochun had to slide closer to him so they could share. Yunho hit play and then for the next two hours, he listened, asked questions and Yoochun translated the more crazy English phrases.
They weren’t through until almost ten.
“Sorry to waste your time,” Yunho said.
“Spending time with you is not a waste.”
Yunho didn’t know how to reply to that. “Late dinner?”
“Should go to sleep. Early class, but yeah. Let’s go. I need food.”
They left the library, and Yunho noticed the distance between them. They’d spent two days walking shoulder to shoulder, and now there was at least six inches between them. Yoochun stopped for a moment and lit a cigarette.
Just off campus, there was an all night diner. They walked in silence. It sort of felt like Sunday night, but with an extra level of tension. Yunho tried not to think about it, but the question, “Are we boyfriends?” continued to pop into his head. They were seated and Yoochun ordered coffee.
“I thought you had to sleep,” Yunho said.
“I do, but I have to finish a paper more than I have to sleep.”
“Oh.” Yunho felt guilty again for taking up so much of Yoochun’s time.
Yoochun reached over the table the poked Yunho’s lower lip. “Don’t. It’s okay. I liked helping you.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
They ordered food: Yunho a sandwich and French fries, Yoochun a plate of American breakfast classics. They ate in silence. Yunho stared at his plate, trying not to let his mind wander nor his heart break as the minutes extended.
When the waitress came back with their bill, Yoochun said, “Bring us some ice cream. Two spoons?”
She smiled. “Sure thing, loves.” She was an older lady, and Yunho had her as a waitress before, but usually when he brought a girlfriend here.
“We okay?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho shrugged. “I … I don’t know. I …”
“You’re still confusing me.”
“Sorry.”
“I really like you, Yunho. I don’t want you to think I’m playing with you or stringing you along. I sort of want the same from you. Neither of us has the best track record for longevity or monogamy.”
Yunho could not argue with that.
Their ice cream came, and the waitress had covered it in chocolate and strawberries and bananas.
“Oh, Janet. Fabulous. Marry me.”
The woman laughed and said in a stage whisper, “With the way you’ve been looking him,” she jerked her head in Yunho’s direction, “you may want to ask him that.”
Yoochun smiled. Yunho blushed as the woman laughed and left them alone.
To Yunho, the ice cream tasted like sand.
“This sort of feels like comfort food,” Yoochun said, pushing a banana slice around the bottom of the bowl, “except comfort food is usually eaten alone.”
“I know you’ll wave it off again, but I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Yoochun paid for their dinner. He had another cigarette as soon as they left the restaurant. Silence seemed to be the theme of the night, but Yunho didn’t know what to say.
“I … I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Yoochun said as they neared the dorms.
Yunho nodded. “Y-yeah. See you later.”
Yoochun turned up a path and Yunho kept walking, quickening his pace, and trying to blink away the sting behind his eyes. He was a little surprised when he came into his room and found Jaejoong and Adam sitting on Adam’s bed reading a book in English.
“Hey Yunnie! Adam’s helping me read in English.”
“That’s nice.”
“Fuck. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Yunnie.”
“Drop it, Jaejoong, okay?”
“Ah, shit, that means I’m going to go to my room and Yoochun’s going to be in a bad mood too.”
“Probably.”
Jaejoong made a face.
“What’s up?” Adam asked.
“He and Yoochun broke up.”
“We didn’t break up,” Yunho said, and then tried to find the words in English. “Not even together.”
“Now they’re going to be mel-melan-”
“Melancholy,” Adam said with a smile.
“Melancholy,” Jaejoong repeated. “Do you like that word, Yunnie? It means sad. Adam taught me.” Jaejoong threw his arms around Adam’s neck and Yunho had a sudden epiphany.
He went back to Korean and said, “So that’s who you have a crush on. You know he’s straight right?”
Jaejoong turned pink and let go of Adam quickly. “Yah, ungrateful brat. Shut up.”
“Get him drunk. That’s what you did to me.”
“I don’t want him to want me just because he’s drunk.”
“He’s straight.”
“Yunnniieeee, shut up,” he said in English.
“Why? Are you teaching him Korean words?”
“No.”
“Save me from his teasing,” Jaejoong said and actually buried his face in Adam’s neck.
“Damsel in distress,” Adam said. “I’ve been at the end of your wicked tongue, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong looked up and licked his lips. “No you haven’t.”
“That is not what I meant,” Adam said and smiled. “You can hold your own against Yunho.”
“Jaejoong, please go away.”
Jaejoong pouted. “I’m not here to see you. I’m here to see Adam.”
“Yoochun might need you,” Adam said.
“You want me to leave?”
“No, but Yoochun’s your best friend. He might need you.”
“I know. Thanks for helping me read.” He kissed Adam’s cheek.
“He’s straight,” Yunho said.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong muttered as he put on his coat. He struggled with a sleeve and Yunho knew he was faking it. Adam stood up and helped him.
“You’re such a good little actor.”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out, blew Adam a kiss and then swayed out of the door.
“He knows I’m straight, right?” Adam said as soon as the door shut.
Yunho laughed. “Yeah. He does. But he will try anyway.”
“He’s pretty, but yeah … no thanks. What about you? What happened?”
“Nothing,” Yunho said. He pulled his shirt off and chucked it toward his laundry basket. It was getting full. “Absolutely nothing.”
“That’s not a good nothing. Jaejoong said you and Yoochun were getting along really well.”
“We … were. We are, it’s …”
“Complicated.”
“Yeah. I … I forgot where … we were at the café, and …” Yunho had issues finding the English words to explain it, but Adam saved him.
“Jaejoong told me. You shouldn’t listen to people like that, Yunho. Their opinions don’t matter. They shouldn’t matter.”
“I know. It’s hard. My father …”
“No father deals well with their son being gay.”
Yunho did know that. Jaejoong’s father didn’t talk to him. He only talked to his sisters.
“If you like Yoochun, then let yourself like him. You’ll regret it if you don’t. You’ll regret not taking a chance if you end up losing him.”
“I know.”
Yunho looked at his backpack and the homework waiting inside. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on it. He curled up in bed, facing the wall. He stared at the picture on his background.
He liked Yoochun, so much, and god, he loved to kiss him. Being honest with himself, he had to admit that he was worried about what other people would think, other girlfriends, other friends. Adam was cool with it, but they all wouldn’t be. And his parents definitely wouldn’t be. And what would happen when he went back to Korea? He only had one more semester in the United States, and Yoochun was finishing his degree, three more semesters. They’d be separated and then who knew what would happen.
It made sense to Yunho to stop things now, just because of that. They were still friends. Or they could be friends. After a few days, the awkwardness would go away and they could go back to how they used to be, and only have Jaejoong as a connection.
But Yunho really didn’t want that. Yoochun was funny and smart and talented. He made jokes and liked soccer and baseball and music and cars. They had so much in common that Yunho knew he would never be able to just go back to how things used to be.
Yunho watched the clock flip through the hours. Near one am, his phone flashed and vibrated.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Text him. He won’t go to sleep.
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
I’m sleeping.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Liar. Text him. Please.
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
Hey. Jaejoong’s being Mom again and meddling.
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
God, don’t I know it. I keep telling him I’m writing a paper.
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
How’s that going?
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
Decent. Should be done by seven or eight am.
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
That’s not good.
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
Yeah, my own fault for putting it off. I need a smoke break.
He-da-Ho to fun_in_the_chun
You need to relax.
fun_in_the_chun to He-da-Ho
Hard when there’s a paper due.
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
Help him with his paper.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Like I can help write in English, god.
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
I’m sure he needs research done or something.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Why don’t you come over and help him?
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
Yeah, no.
Jae_is_Gae to He-da-Ho
Too late. I already told him you were coming over.
He-da-Ho to Jae_is_Gae
I hate you.
Yunho got up and dressed slowly, but Adam still woke up.
“Where you going?”
“Help Yoochun with a paper.”
“Wear a condom.”
Yunho looked at him.
“Oh, I thought that was a way of saying you were having sex.”
“Um, no.”
“Oh. Well. I’m sure there are condoms in that room just in case.”
“Yeah, probably.” Yunho pulled on a sweater and bundled up in a coat. “But we won’t need them.”
Adam chuckled. “Have fun.”
Yunho made sure he had his phone and his keys and headed out into the early morning. He headed toward Jaejoong’s dorm, eyes on his feet. A few minutes later, he lifted his head and immediately noted an orange flare next to a building. As he grew closer, the burning ember gave way to a shadowed form and then gray smoke rose into the night.
“Hey,” Yoochun whispered, low voice carrying in the dark.
“Hey.”
Yoochun took one more drag, tossed the cigarette and then turned to the door. Silently, Yunho followed him into the building and to his and Jaejoong’s dorm room. Jaejoong was slipping a jacket on.
“Give me your room key,” Jaejoong said.
“He’s straight.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “You two aren’t going to bed soon and I need my beauty rest.”
Yunho handed over his keys.
Jaejoong kissed Yunho’s cheek, whispered, “He thinks you hate him,” and then without another word left the room.
“So what is your paper about?”
“Comparing and contrasting international relation theories and how they apply to the tensions between North and South Korea.”
“I most definitely will not be able to help you with that.”
Yoochun smiled. “I know. That’s what I told Jaejoong. Sorry.”
“It’s alright. I can’t sleep anyway.” Yunho sat down in Jaejoong’s desk chair. Yoochun sat and sipped at a cup.
“More coffee?”
“No. Tea. You want some?”
“No, that’s okay.” Yunho slouched in the chair, head on the back, long legs in front of him. He stared at the ceiling. He listened to Yoochun type. He probably should have stayed in bed.
Part 7: Soft Hearts
Part 5: Doubting Thoughts
Part 4: Tight Jeans
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 2: Innocent Playground
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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