Meddling Spirits
Title: Meddling Spirits
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: PG-13 (for sexual implications at the end)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would spy on them all the time. As it is, I'll probably haunt them if I die soon.
Summary: Yoochun sees ghosts. He doesn't mind, except when they interfere with his life.
A/N: This fic is threefold. A: It's a b-day fic for Yoochun. B: It's for Hong_Kei because she's the coolest person ever. C: And it's a nod to my new favorite show Ghost Adventures
Yoochun sighed and wound his way through the crowded café to a table near the back. There was already a man there, but it was the only empty seat Yoochun could see.
“Excuse me,” Yoochun said.
The man looked up and Yoochun lost the ability to speak for a moment. He had dark eyes framed by dark hair. Pale skin. Pink lips. He was beautiful in a way that Yoochun had only seen on females before, but his jaw was sharp, neck line long. He wore a hoody and jeans.
“Um … do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”
The man’s eyes widened and he looked around the café. “Good one. But I’m not interested.”
Yoochun’s brow furrowed. “N-no, I …” He broke off when the sounds around him suddenly died.
The café was empty.
“Well, hell,” Yoochun said to the room in general. He heard someone giggle. “Sorry. They’re always so meddling.” More laughter “Never mind.”
Yoochun turned around and the man said, “Sit. It’s all right.”
He turned back and met the man’s dark eyes.
“Just sit. I doubt that has ever worked for you before.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’ve never tried it before,” he said, sitting down across from him.
“Who’s they?” Jaejoong said. “You said they’re always meddling.”
Yoochun shook his head.
“You should tell him.”
Yoochun felt the presence next to him, but whoever it was, was staying invisible.
“Yeah, tell him. He’s not going to think you’re crazy.”
“Well, he might, but he’ll at least listen to you.”
Yoochun made a face.
“What?” the man said.
“Nothing, they …” The canopy of voices increased.
The man looked amused. “What’s your name, slightly crazy stranger?”
“Yoochun. Park Yoochun.”
“My name is Jaejoong. I think I’ve seen you here before.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure, but he nodded. “Maybe. I come here a lot.”
“So, who’s they?”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
“I already do. But it’s kind of cute. Are you schizo or something?”
“Some people think so.”
His eyebrows rose as he sipped on his coffee. Yoochun had forgotten about his and drank slowly.
Yoochun sighed, and then said, “Do you believe in ghosts, Jaejoong-shi?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes. Do you?”
“It’s a little hard not to when you can see them.”
His eyes went very wide. “You-you can see them?”
“Yeah. They’re drawn to me. They talk to me. Sometimes I go around and help them with some unfinished business. Things like that.”
“You’re right. I think you might be crazy.”
A little girl appeared at Jaejoong’s elbow and she reached for his pen where it lay on the table.
“Jenna!” Yoochun said just as her fingers curled around it.
The pen clattered to the floor. The girl disappeared.
Jaejoong swallowed, looking at it on the floor.
“Sorry. That was Jenna. She’s only six, but she likes pens. Jenna, pick it up and give it back.”
Soft laughter filled the room, and Jaejoong had heard it, eyes going impossibly wider. His fingers shook as the pen moved across the floor.
“S-she can keep it,” Jaejoong stammered.
“Not all of them can touch things like that. And not all of them can talk. Jenna only laughs.”
“A-are any of them … can … will they hurt you?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun smiled. “No. The ones that follow me keep the bad ones away. Most of the time. Some are pretty strong.”
“That’s … crazy …” Jaejoong looked at the table top. “God, I’m suddenly … like … nervous and scared and …”
“I’ve gotten used to it. They wanted me to sit by you for some reason, so they filled up all the tables, and … I see so many of them that I don’t really question who is alive and who isn’t.”
A woman appeared next to Jaejoong’s shoulder. “I don’t like him.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “He’s attracted to men.”
Yoochun tried not to laugh. “Ahjuma, come on. So am I, remember?”
“Who are you talking to? That’s freaky,” Jaejoong said.
The woman huffed and crossed her arms. “I told them not to. You need to find a good girl to settle down with. Not an abomination.”
This time Yoochun did laugh. To Jaejoong, he said, “Ahjuma is telling me to go find a pretty girl instead of you. She’s very traditional. She died in nineteen ten.”
“Nineteen eleven, Yoochun-ah,” she corrected.
“My apologies,” Yoochun said. “Nineteen-eleven is when she died.”
Jaejoong shivered. “How … how are you still sane?”
Yoochun laughed. “Most people who find out call me crazy.” A slight buzzing filled his head as the ghosts that had disappeared reappeared. He shook his head. “And they give me privacy when I need it or when I ask for it.”
“That’s … nice of them.”
“You’re totally freaked out,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong shrugged and made a face. “Maybe a little.”
“They’re all around you all the time, Jaejoong. Some are stuck here for unknown reasons. Some just need closure.”
“So is there a heaven then?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. They don’t know, since all they’ve known is Earth. But sometimes, spirits I’m familiar with are suddenly gone. Or they say they’re going somewhere new. A few of them are stuck in places where they died, unable to leave. Others are like Jenna and the Ahjuma, who follow me around just because I’m familiar and they can.”
“Do you use this to help the police or anything?”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. But very anonymously. I went to them once to offer my services and … well, they didn’t believe me, no matter how many times I proved it, and in one case a few years ago, they thought I did it, because I knew so much about the murder.”
“That would suck.”
“Yeah. I just make anonymous phone calls now.”
“I … uh, have to get to work, but …” He reached for his pen, eyes darting to where it lay on the floor.
Yoochun rose and went over and picked it up. He felt little fingers trying to pull it back.
Jaejoong shook his head at the offered pen. Yoochun sat down, frowning.
Jaejoong pushed the napkin to him. “This … well, I like you. You seem fun, but … this … this is a little weird. So, I … I want your number, and if I can come to terms with this, then I’ll call you.”
“That’s fair,” Yoochun said, and scribbled down his name and number.
“You should add a heart,” a female voice said in his ear. “That’s what I would do.”
Yoochun smiled. “Jessica says I should add a heart, too.” Yoochun drew a heart and then another one.
“Jessica?”
Yoochun nodded. “She was here in Korea with family in the eighties and she died when a building collapsed. Her family survived. But she’s still here, hoping they’ll come back for her.”
Jaejoong frowned. “That’s really sad.”
“Yeah. A lot of their stories are sad.”
“I like him,” Jessica said, suddenly appearing behind Jaejoong. “He’s gorgeous.”
“She says you’re gorgeous.”
Jaejoong shivered and stood up quickly. “That’s … um … well.”
“I understand,” Yoochun said. “I’ve had my heart broken a lot because of this. At least you know right away, before my heart is in this.”
“I … well, if anything, I’ll see you around here.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. It was nice to meet you.”
“You, too. And Jenna.”
The girl laughed, excited.
Jaejoong jumped, looking around, and then he left. Yoochun sighed and put his head on the table. “I hate you all,” he muttered. Hands rubbed his shoulders, and he ignored their crooning and whispers of forgiveness.
---
Two weeks later, Yoochun hadn’t heard from Jaejoong, and therefore, decided that Jaejoong wanted nothing to do with him. The last three times Yoochun had been at the café, he’d been in a rush, and hadn’t done more than glance for Jaejoong.
But now it was Sunday and he could sit with his laptop and write out his ghost adventures. He wrote about his own life, turning his autobiography and the stories of his ghost friends into novels of suspense and crime and greed. He’d almost been on the best seller list twice. He wondered if Jaejoong had read any of his books. Or if he’d gone online after they met and searched his name.
It didn’t matter too much. Men left him for a lot less than finding out he could talk to ghosts.
He lost himself in his latte and in his laptop, fingers flying over the keys as he let his character get emotionally involved in a case surrounding the death of a little boy. It was a story he had been postponing writing, because he hadn’t known the little boy, just the mother. She had left Yoochun years ago. He didn’t know where. Maybe she had found her son. Maybe she had moved on without him. Yoochun wasn’t sure. It was going to be his first book where the mystery wasn’t solved. His agent wasn’t too thrilled about that, but Hyunjoong said to write it and then they’d talk.
A throat cleared next to him, and he looked up, into Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked. “Everywhere else is full.”
Yoochun smiled widely, because the café was almost empty. “Sure.”
Jaejoong sat down. “You didn’t tell me you were famous.”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Are your books true stories?”
“Mostly.”
“Wow. I read three of them this week. They’re good.”
Yoochun grinned. “Thank you. What do you do?”
“Nothing so glamorous. My day job is a lackey in a cubicle for a financial company. But on the weekends, I’m a singer at Shelter down the street.”
“I’ve always meant to go in there,” Yoochun said. “Now I wish I had. I love music.”
“I performed last night, so you’ll excuse the tiredness and hang over-ness.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah.”
“Are you working on something new?”
“Yeah. I can’t talk about it.”
“I understand. I was going to call you, but … yeah.”
“It’s all right. I get it.”
“How many friends are with you right now?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t always see them, and even if I do, I can’t always tell they aren’t alive.”
Jaejoong cleared his throat and looked down. “I … uh … “ He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pink pen with fluffy feathers at the end of it.
Childish, happy laughter echoed in Yoochun’s head and the feathers blew in unseen wind.
Yoochun smiled widely. “She likes it.”
Jaejoong nodded. A moment later, he froze and then Jenna appeared in his lap. She clapped her hands, face full of joy as she played with the pink feathers.
“She’s …”
Yoochun nodded. “Yep.”
“I can … feel her. I guess that’s what that pressure on my lap is, right?”
“Yeah. She loves that pen.”
Jaejoong gasped and dropped it as Jenna put her hand around his. The pen clattered on the table and then Jenna squealed and rolled it back and forth. She flickered in and out of Yoochun’s vision as she played.
“God, that is freaky,” Jaejoong said, but he was smiling.
“You get used to it, I guess.” Yoochun saved his writing and then closed his laptop. “Wanna get out of here? Go get some lunch?”
“Sure.” He picked up the pen and then winced as it was tugged back.
“Jenna,” Yoochun said. “It’s time to put it away. But Jaejoong will have it again.”
The girl pouted and then smiled and was suddenly gone. Jaejoong stared at the pen. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”
Yoochun laughed.
--
They went out almost every day, dinner, lunch and sometimes breakfast at the café. Jaejoong had a lot of questions about being a medium that Yoochun didn’t mind answering. Yoochun went to Jaejoong’s apartment and declared it free of spirits. For now, but with Yoochun there, the place filled up pretty quickly, even if the spirits stayed invisible so they wouldn’t intrude.
Yoochun was used to the feeling of always being in a crowded place.
He learned that Jaejoong wanted to be a chef, and then ended up going to business school. They sang together and played music together and when Jaejoong first kissed him, Yoochun was sure his heart was going to explode.
A few weeks after that, they lay in the middle of Jaejoong’s living room, heads next to each other, but the rest of their bodies spread out. Jenna’s pink pen stilled on the floor, and then for the first time in a long time, Yoochun felt utterly alone.
Jaejoong took his hand.
So not completely alone.
Their heads turned and they kissed sideways and upside down.
Yoochun smiled into the kiss and then whispered, “We are utterly alone.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. “Really?”
“Yep.”
“Are you just saying that so I’ll let you undress me?”
Yoochun laughed. “Maybe. Did it work?”
Jaejoong sat up and then kneeled. Yoochun propped up on an elbow and watched him unbutton his shirt.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Okay.” Jaejoong leaned over him and their lips met. Yoochun slipped his hands into Jaejoong’s open shirt and around his back, pulling him down on top of him. Jaejoong grunted and then moaned as Yoochun rocked his hips up.
“I still feel like I’m being watched,” Jaejoong said.
“That is probably Jessica, but-”
Jaejoong shivered. “Damn it.”
Yoochun laughed. “Why do you think I don’t jerk off unless I’m in the shower? They know not to bother me in the bathroom.”
“Should we take this to the bathroom then?”
Yoochun grinned. “Might be a good idea.”
Jaejoong groaned and rocked against Yoochun. “Yeah … let’s … not an ideal spot for a first time, but … yeah. Easy access to the shower afterwards.”
---
The bathroom door shut behind the two lovers and a girl appeared in the living room.
“That is so not fair,” she said and flicked her long hair.
“It’s your fault, Jess,” a guy said. “We had prime seats to some boy loving and as always, you just can’t help but let Yoochun know you’re there.”
“Shut up, Seunghyung.”
Seunghyung sniffed at her and went back to looking at his nails. “One day Jaejoong will be used to us and they’ll be so fucking horny they won’t care and then we can watch.”
Jessica sighed and picked up Jaejoong’s discarded shirt. “He’s so pretty.”
“God, no kidding. Did you see his abs? His body is gorgeous.”
A moan echoed through the room, startling them both.
“Let’s get out of here,” Seunghyung said. “I cannot listen to them fuck. It’s so not fair.”
They both flew up, through the ceiling. The white shirt caught in the ceiling fan and floated in the light breeze coming in from the open window.
Companion fic (not a sequel, just in the same verse): The Newbie Spirit
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: PG-13 (for sexual implications at the end)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would spy on them all the time. As it is, I'll probably haunt them if I die soon.
Summary: Yoochun sees ghosts. He doesn't mind, except when they interfere with his life.
A/N: This fic is threefold. A: It's a b-day fic for Yoochun. B: It's for Hong_Kei because she's the coolest person ever. C: And it's a nod to my new favorite show Ghost Adventures
Yoochun sighed and wound his way through the crowded café to a table near the back. There was already a man there, but it was the only empty seat Yoochun could see.
“Excuse me,” Yoochun said.
The man looked up and Yoochun lost the ability to speak for a moment. He had dark eyes framed by dark hair. Pale skin. Pink lips. He was beautiful in a way that Yoochun had only seen on females before, but his jaw was sharp, neck line long. He wore a hoody and jeans.
“Um … do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”
The man’s eyes widened and he looked around the café. “Good one. But I’m not interested.”
Yoochun’s brow furrowed. “N-no, I …” He broke off when the sounds around him suddenly died.
The café was empty.
“Well, hell,” Yoochun said to the room in general. He heard someone giggle. “Sorry. They’re always so meddling.” More laughter “Never mind.”
Yoochun turned around and the man said, “Sit. It’s all right.”
He turned back and met the man’s dark eyes.
“Just sit. I doubt that has ever worked for you before.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’ve never tried it before,” he said, sitting down across from him.
“Who’s they?” Jaejoong said. “You said they’re always meddling.”
Yoochun shook his head.
“You should tell him.”
Yoochun felt the presence next to him, but whoever it was, was staying invisible.
“Yeah, tell him. He’s not going to think you’re crazy.”
“Well, he might, but he’ll at least listen to you.”
Yoochun made a face.
“What?” the man said.
“Nothing, they …” The canopy of voices increased.
The man looked amused. “What’s your name, slightly crazy stranger?”
“Yoochun. Park Yoochun.”
“My name is Jaejoong. I think I’ve seen you here before.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure, but he nodded. “Maybe. I come here a lot.”
“So, who’s they?”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
“I already do. But it’s kind of cute. Are you schizo or something?”
“Some people think so.”
His eyebrows rose as he sipped on his coffee. Yoochun had forgotten about his and drank slowly.
Yoochun sighed, and then said, “Do you believe in ghosts, Jaejoong-shi?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes. Do you?”
“It’s a little hard not to when you can see them.”
His eyes went very wide. “You-you can see them?”
“Yeah. They’re drawn to me. They talk to me. Sometimes I go around and help them with some unfinished business. Things like that.”
“You’re right. I think you might be crazy.”
A little girl appeared at Jaejoong’s elbow and she reached for his pen where it lay on the table.
“Jenna!” Yoochun said just as her fingers curled around it.
The pen clattered to the floor. The girl disappeared.
Jaejoong swallowed, looking at it on the floor.
“Sorry. That was Jenna. She’s only six, but she likes pens. Jenna, pick it up and give it back.”
Soft laughter filled the room, and Jaejoong had heard it, eyes going impossibly wider. His fingers shook as the pen moved across the floor.
“S-she can keep it,” Jaejoong stammered.
“Not all of them can touch things like that. And not all of them can talk. Jenna only laughs.”
“A-are any of them … can … will they hurt you?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun smiled. “No. The ones that follow me keep the bad ones away. Most of the time. Some are pretty strong.”
“That’s … crazy …” Jaejoong looked at the table top. “God, I’m suddenly … like … nervous and scared and …”
“I’ve gotten used to it. They wanted me to sit by you for some reason, so they filled up all the tables, and … I see so many of them that I don’t really question who is alive and who isn’t.”
A woman appeared next to Jaejoong’s shoulder. “I don’t like him.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “He’s attracted to men.”
Yoochun tried not to laugh. “Ahjuma, come on. So am I, remember?”
“Who are you talking to? That’s freaky,” Jaejoong said.
The woman huffed and crossed her arms. “I told them not to. You need to find a good girl to settle down with. Not an abomination.”
This time Yoochun did laugh. To Jaejoong, he said, “Ahjuma is telling me to go find a pretty girl instead of you. She’s very traditional. She died in nineteen ten.”
“Nineteen eleven, Yoochun-ah,” she corrected.
“My apologies,” Yoochun said. “Nineteen-eleven is when she died.”
Jaejoong shivered. “How … how are you still sane?”
Yoochun laughed. “Most people who find out call me crazy.” A slight buzzing filled his head as the ghosts that had disappeared reappeared. He shook his head. “And they give me privacy when I need it or when I ask for it.”
“That’s … nice of them.”
“You’re totally freaked out,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong shrugged and made a face. “Maybe a little.”
“They’re all around you all the time, Jaejoong. Some are stuck here for unknown reasons. Some just need closure.”
“So is there a heaven then?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. They don’t know, since all they’ve known is Earth. But sometimes, spirits I’m familiar with are suddenly gone. Or they say they’re going somewhere new. A few of them are stuck in places where they died, unable to leave. Others are like Jenna and the Ahjuma, who follow me around just because I’m familiar and they can.”
“Do you use this to help the police or anything?”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. But very anonymously. I went to them once to offer my services and … well, they didn’t believe me, no matter how many times I proved it, and in one case a few years ago, they thought I did it, because I knew so much about the murder.”
“That would suck.”
“Yeah. I just make anonymous phone calls now.”
“I … uh, have to get to work, but …” He reached for his pen, eyes darting to where it lay on the floor.
Yoochun rose and went over and picked it up. He felt little fingers trying to pull it back.
Jaejoong shook his head at the offered pen. Yoochun sat down, frowning.
Jaejoong pushed the napkin to him. “This … well, I like you. You seem fun, but … this … this is a little weird. So, I … I want your number, and if I can come to terms with this, then I’ll call you.”
“That’s fair,” Yoochun said, and scribbled down his name and number.
“You should add a heart,” a female voice said in his ear. “That’s what I would do.”
Yoochun smiled. “Jessica says I should add a heart, too.” Yoochun drew a heart and then another one.
“Jessica?”
Yoochun nodded. “She was here in Korea with family in the eighties and she died when a building collapsed. Her family survived. But she’s still here, hoping they’ll come back for her.”
Jaejoong frowned. “That’s really sad.”
“Yeah. A lot of their stories are sad.”
“I like him,” Jessica said, suddenly appearing behind Jaejoong. “He’s gorgeous.”
“She says you’re gorgeous.”
Jaejoong shivered and stood up quickly. “That’s … um … well.”
“I understand,” Yoochun said. “I’ve had my heart broken a lot because of this. At least you know right away, before my heart is in this.”
“I … well, if anything, I’ll see you around here.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. It was nice to meet you.”
“You, too. And Jenna.”
The girl laughed, excited.
Jaejoong jumped, looking around, and then he left. Yoochun sighed and put his head on the table. “I hate you all,” he muttered. Hands rubbed his shoulders, and he ignored their crooning and whispers of forgiveness.
---
Two weeks later, Yoochun hadn’t heard from Jaejoong, and therefore, decided that Jaejoong wanted nothing to do with him. The last three times Yoochun had been at the café, he’d been in a rush, and hadn’t done more than glance for Jaejoong.
But now it was Sunday and he could sit with his laptop and write out his ghost adventures. He wrote about his own life, turning his autobiography and the stories of his ghost friends into novels of suspense and crime and greed. He’d almost been on the best seller list twice. He wondered if Jaejoong had read any of his books. Or if he’d gone online after they met and searched his name.
It didn’t matter too much. Men left him for a lot less than finding out he could talk to ghosts.
He lost himself in his latte and in his laptop, fingers flying over the keys as he let his character get emotionally involved in a case surrounding the death of a little boy. It was a story he had been postponing writing, because he hadn’t known the little boy, just the mother. She had left Yoochun years ago. He didn’t know where. Maybe she had found her son. Maybe she had moved on without him. Yoochun wasn’t sure. It was going to be his first book where the mystery wasn’t solved. His agent wasn’t too thrilled about that, but Hyunjoong said to write it and then they’d talk.
A throat cleared next to him, and he looked up, into Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked. “Everywhere else is full.”
Yoochun smiled widely, because the café was almost empty. “Sure.”
Jaejoong sat down. “You didn’t tell me you were famous.”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Are your books true stories?”
“Mostly.”
“Wow. I read three of them this week. They’re good.”
Yoochun grinned. “Thank you. What do you do?”
“Nothing so glamorous. My day job is a lackey in a cubicle for a financial company. But on the weekends, I’m a singer at Shelter down the street.”
“I’ve always meant to go in there,” Yoochun said. “Now I wish I had. I love music.”
“I performed last night, so you’ll excuse the tiredness and hang over-ness.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah.”
“Are you working on something new?”
“Yeah. I can’t talk about it.”
“I understand. I was going to call you, but … yeah.”
“It’s all right. I get it.”
“How many friends are with you right now?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t always see them, and even if I do, I can’t always tell they aren’t alive.”
Jaejoong cleared his throat and looked down. “I … uh … “ He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pink pen with fluffy feathers at the end of it.
Childish, happy laughter echoed in Yoochun’s head and the feathers blew in unseen wind.
Yoochun smiled widely. “She likes it.”
Jaejoong nodded. A moment later, he froze and then Jenna appeared in his lap. She clapped her hands, face full of joy as she played with the pink feathers.
“She’s …”
Yoochun nodded. “Yep.”
“I can … feel her. I guess that’s what that pressure on my lap is, right?”
“Yeah. She loves that pen.”
Jaejoong gasped and dropped it as Jenna put her hand around his. The pen clattered on the table and then Jenna squealed and rolled it back and forth. She flickered in and out of Yoochun’s vision as she played.
“God, that is freaky,” Jaejoong said, but he was smiling.
“You get used to it, I guess.” Yoochun saved his writing and then closed his laptop. “Wanna get out of here? Go get some lunch?”
“Sure.” He picked up the pen and then winced as it was tugged back.
“Jenna,” Yoochun said. “It’s time to put it away. But Jaejoong will have it again.”
The girl pouted and then smiled and was suddenly gone. Jaejoong stared at the pen. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”
Yoochun laughed.
--
They went out almost every day, dinner, lunch and sometimes breakfast at the café. Jaejoong had a lot of questions about being a medium that Yoochun didn’t mind answering. Yoochun went to Jaejoong’s apartment and declared it free of spirits. For now, but with Yoochun there, the place filled up pretty quickly, even if the spirits stayed invisible so they wouldn’t intrude.
Yoochun was used to the feeling of always being in a crowded place.
He learned that Jaejoong wanted to be a chef, and then ended up going to business school. They sang together and played music together and when Jaejoong first kissed him, Yoochun was sure his heart was going to explode.
A few weeks after that, they lay in the middle of Jaejoong’s living room, heads next to each other, but the rest of their bodies spread out. Jenna’s pink pen stilled on the floor, and then for the first time in a long time, Yoochun felt utterly alone.
Jaejoong took his hand.
So not completely alone.
Their heads turned and they kissed sideways and upside down.
Yoochun smiled into the kiss and then whispered, “We are utterly alone.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. “Really?”
“Yep.”
“Are you just saying that so I’ll let you undress me?”
Yoochun laughed. “Maybe. Did it work?”
Jaejoong sat up and then kneeled. Yoochun propped up on an elbow and watched him unbutton his shirt.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Okay.” Jaejoong leaned over him and their lips met. Yoochun slipped his hands into Jaejoong’s open shirt and around his back, pulling him down on top of him. Jaejoong grunted and then moaned as Yoochun rocked his hips up.
“I still feel like I’m being watched,” Jaejoong said.
“That is probably Jessica, but-”
Jaejoong shivered. “Damn it.”
Yoochun laughed. “Why do you think I don’t jerk off unless I’m in the shower? They know not to bother me in the bathroom.”
“Should we take this to the bathroom then?”
Yoochun grinned. “Might be a good idea.”
Jaejoong groaned and rocked against Yoochun. “Yeah … let’s … not an ideal spot for a first time, but … yeah. Easy access to the shower afterwards.”
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The bathroom door shut behind the two lovers and a girl appeared in the living room.
“That is so not fair,” she said and flicked her long hair.
“It’s your fault, Jess,” a guy said. “We had prime seats to some boy loving and as always, you just can’t help but let Yoochun know you’re there.”
“Shut up, Seunghyung.”
Seunghyung sniffed at her and went back to looking at his nails. “One day Jaejoong will be used to us and they’ll be so fucking horny they won’t care and then we can watch.”
Jessica sighed and picked up Jaejoong’s discarded shirt. “He’s so pretty.”
“God, no kidding. Did you see his abs? His body is gorgeous.”
A moan echoed through the room, startling them both.
“Let’s get out of here,” Seunghyung said. “I cannot listen to them fuck. It’s so not fair.”
They both flew up, through the ceiling. The white shirt caught in the ceiling fan and floated in the light breeze coming in from the open window.
Companion fic (not a sequel, just in the same verse): The Newbie Spirit
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