Fashion Disaster 2/2
Title: Fashion Disaster 2/2
Pairing: Yoochun/Yunho, (with a side of Changmin/Jaejoong)
Rating: R (for now)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, none of them would wear clothes no matter how hot they look in them.
Summary: At a routine fashion show, Yoochun sees something he wants. But Yunho has his doubts.
A/N: This fic is for dokssuri who sent me the gif that inspired it.
Part 2:
“You’re an idiot.”
Yunho rolls his eyes at his best friend. He’s heard the same thing for almost three weeks now. “I’m not going to sleep with someone just because they are rich.”
“You would have if it meant he would buy my designs.”
“Yes, but that’s different. It’s for you. I love you.”
This time Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know. And I totally appreciate that. I would appreciate it more if you would get that stick out of your ass and get something else up your ass so you won’t be such a grumpy best friend.”
Yunho sticks his tongue out at him.
“Come with me.”
“No.”
“Please? He wants sole rights, Yunnie. Sole rights. Do you have any idea what this means?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Please come with me.”
“Your boytoy will be there. You don’t need me.”
“Changmin will be there in a very official capacity, and he takes his duties seriously, and I doubt I’ll get a smile from him. I need your support so I can squeeze your leg under the table so Yoochun won’t know how nervous I am.”
Yunho shuts his eyes in defeat. He wonders why he bothered protesting anyway. Jaejoong always gets what he wants. “Fine. But I’m not going to sleep with him.”
Jaejoong kisses his cheek. “This is why you’re my best friend and not Junsu.”
“Junsu can say no to you, and Junsu would sleep with him.”
“Exactly. Which is why he's always happy. Sex does that. Now, hurry up and get snazzy. I’m leaving in fifteen minutes.”
Yunho grumbles but drags himself off his comfortable couch and into the bathroom to do his hair and some not-so-subtle makeup. He goes for stylishly chaotic, he is a designer’s main model after all. He decides to wear the knitted sweater that Yoochun admired. It’s not exactly cold enough for it or appropriate for the classy restaurant they are going to, but he wants to show Jaejoong’s abilities off to anyone that wants to look. Remembering the conversation he had with Yoochun about jeans, Yunho encases his legs into tight, black, skinny jeans. Also designed by Jaejoong, just for him.
When he comes out of the bedroom, Jaejoong’s eyes widen and he dramatically fans himself. “Yoochun is going to pitch a tent when he sees you.”
“Not dressing up for him.”
Jaejoong smirks. “Consider it a perk.”
Yunho smiles. He bends down to slip on some boots and Jaejoong runs his hand up the back of his thigh.
“Definitely perky,” he mutters and squeezes Yunho’s ass.
Yunho laughs and bats his hands away to finish getting ready.
Five minutes later, they leave the building and see a blue Porsche Panamera sitting at the curb. A well dressed man stands next to it with a sign that has Jaejoong’s name on it.
“Oh wow,” Jaejoong says and whistles.
Yunho rolls his eyes.
The driver smiles at them and moves quickly to open the back door. Jaejoong slides in all the way, and Yunho follows.
Jaejoong is more impressed with the luxury, mainly because his family is poor, and Yunho is from a line of lawyers. He was driving a Porsche Carrera before he was fourteen, though Jaejoong does not know that.
“This car is sex on wheels,” Jaejoong says.
“It’s gorgeous,” Yunho agrees. “Not as beautiful as you, though.”
Jaejoong flushes and slaps his arm. “Stop that.”
“It’s very true, and you’re dressed to kill.”
Jaejoong is in one of his own suits, navy blue with a lighter blue shirt underneath and a dark, patterned tie. His hair is short, spiked up around the middle. It’s a reminder of why Yunho used to tumble around in a bed with him when they were younger. He trails his fingers over Jaejoong’s thigh.
“And you’re trying to distract me from my nerves.”
“Yes, I am.”
Jaejoong smiles at him gratefully and grips his hand tightly. They stare at the city coming to life as the sun falls behind buildings. Nothing in Seoul ever sleeps. The driver winds the car through Gangnam. By the time he stops in front of Mui Mui, Yunho has nail marks on his fleshy part of his hand and Jaejoong has almost gasped his way to a panic attack.
Yunho pulls Jaejoong’s face to him, kisses him shortly and smiles at the shocked expression on his face. “You are amazing. Your designs are amazing. Everything is already in place. Why are you so nervous?”
“This is it, Yunnie. I mean ... I just ...”
“It’s your break, I know. Come on. He’s already buying, he’s already offering you a contract. Lucrative.”
“Oh god, I’m going to throw up.”
The door next to Jaejoong opens and Yunho pushes him a bit. “Later. We need to go impress.”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong mutters, but climbs from the car.
The driver escorts them into the restaurant, tells the hostess that they are with Park Yoochun, and the hostess smiles and escorts them to a table.
Yunho looks past her, to Yoochun, and has the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen. He keeps his model face on, but on the inside, he’s smirking. Take that Mister Rich Successful Businessman. Yunho is suddenly very glad he decided to come.
Yoochun and Changmin both stand. Changmin is in an Armani suit, very polished, very tailored. Yunho is sure that Jaejoong can loosen the man up a bit. Yoochun is wearing a tight, black turtleneck with black slacks and a black suit jacket.
They exchange bows and Jaejoong tries not to flail giddily when Changmin actually takes his hand and kisses the back of it before pulling out his chair. Yunho pulls out his own chair.
Yoochun smiles at him. “You both look great.”
“You too,” Jaejoong says, though his eyes are on Changmin’s.
Yunho pinches Jaejoong’s side and darts his eyes to Yoochun and Jaejoong splutters a bit and nods and tries to get himself to relax.
“Relax,” Yoochun says. “This is only formal because you’re signing papers. Nothing has changed. I still love your talent. I still want everything you produce exclusively in my stores and I’m still willing to pay what we agreed upon. And I’m still very attracted to your main model.”
Yunho fights the urge to roll his eyes. Again.
They eat dinner first and talk of future designs and accessories. Yoochun tries to draw Yunho into the conversation, but he only answers Jaejoong’s questions. It’s almost cute how frustrated Yoochun grows as the conversation continues.
After dinner, Yoochun orders them all a shot and bottles of soju. Changmin talks Jaejoong through the details of the contract, pointing out specifics. As Jaejoong drinks, he slides his chair closer to Changmin, hands on his knee as he signs all the places of the contract.
“Well, looks like they’re going home together,” Yoochun says.
Yunho does roll his eyes this time.
“And you still don’t think I’m attractive.”
“I never said you weren’t attractive. I’m just not going to fall into bed with you because of it or your money.”
“That’s fair. But you aren’t giving me a chance to prove myself beyond my money. That isn’t fair.”
Yunho thinks about that, crosses his arms, and then he nods. “Okay. That is true.”
“I really do like you,” Yoochun says. “Maybe at first I saw you as a challenge, but I do like you. You’re determined, but cautious and smart. You’re loyal to your friends and considerate to strangers. You look amazing in those jeans.”
“Skinny jeans,” Yunho says with a smirk.
“More like fuck-me jeans.”
“Jaejoong just says that’s a perk of the design.”
“I will agree. Let me take you out, please.”
Yunho takes a deep breath. “I could use some dessert, to contrast the cloying sweet nauseating mess next to us.”
Yoochun laughs and spares the other two a look. Jaejoong is practically in Changmin’s chair and they’re sharing shots from a single glass.
“Do you think they’ll notice if we leave?” Yunho asks.
“Yes. Changmin notices everything.”
Changmin smirks and says, “Yes, I will and please go away now.” Their lips touch and then mold together and Jaejoong visibly melts into his arms.
Yoochun chuckles and stands up. “Shall we go?”
Yunho nods and follows him up. “Call me later,” he says to Jaejoong and kisses his cheek.
Changmin growls and moves, but Jaejoong’s hand wraps around Changmin’s tie and keeps him in place.
Yoochun holds out his hand. Yunho looks at it for a moment and then takes it. Yunho walks next to him with his head up, model face on. The hostess smiles and says she’ll charge the account information they have for the dinner. Yoochun nods in understanding and slips her a very large bill. She blushes and bows and thanks him.
The Porsche is waiting for them, but Yoochun waves it away. “We’re going to walk down the road, but wait here. We’ll be back.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ah, the joys of money,” Yunho sings sarcastically.
Yoochun frowns at him, and once again, Yunho realizes he isn’t being fair. He squeezes Yoochun’s hand and tries to formulate the best way to explain.
“I’m sorry,” he starts, voice soft. “Both of my parents are prosecutors and family dinner was less of a conversation and more of a cross examination. I was raised to believe that things were given to me because of who I was, and I decided that I hated that. I actually ran away to be a trainee. I lived on the streets and learned really fast what it felt like to be hungry. I’m not going to ask you to apologize for being rich, just know that I am not impressed by it.”
“I already knew that,” Yoochun says. He steers Yunho down a smaller alley. Nestled between bricks is a small shop. The only sign is one that is flipped to read “OPEN”. Yoochun opens the door and allows Yunho in front of him.
“Well, hello stranger,” a girl about their age says. In English.
Yoochun smiles. “Hello, Hyolyn. How’s business?”
“The usual. And who is this handsome piece of meat behind you?”
Yunho feels himself blushing, but he keeps his head up, model face on.
“Oh god, is he your boyfriend? Is he off limits already? Why don’t you ever bring men in that will marry me?”
Yoochun chuckles. “No, he’s not my boyfriend, and you’ll have to ask him if he’s off limits.”
Yunho swallows and nods. “Sorry. You’re beautiful, but ...”
Hyolyn smiles. “Most of the men that come in with Micky are off limits for some reason or another. Coffee?”
“Yes, please, and some of your mother’s cake and gelato.”
“Yes, sir, Mister Fancy Suit.”
Yunho lets out a noise that is partially a snort and partially a laugh.
“I knew you’d like her,” Yoochun says and gestures to a small seating area beside a front window. There is a settee and two chairs. Yoochun sits on the small couch, and Yunho ponders for a moment before sitting next to him.
Yoochun glances at him in surprise, but doesn’t protest. He crosses his legs and turns toward Yunho. Knowing they’ll be practically on top of each other, Yunho does the same, and lets their legs shift together.
“She calls you Micky?” Yunho says.
Yoochun laughs. “Childhood nickname.”
“I always wondered about the name of your stores.”
“I always said I’d make a name for myself, out of my father’s limelight, and my brother would laugh and say that sure, everyone would know Micky, so it’s what I named my first store.”
“Well, don’t you two look cosy,” Hyolyn said as she sat a tray down on a nearby table.
“It’s the sweater,” Yoochun says.
“I like it. It looks very comfortable.”
“It is,” Yunho says and clears his throat. “My friend is the designer.”
“Oh, so you’re a fashion snob. That’s how you know Micky.” She serves them their coffee and dessert.
Yunho glances at Yoochun.
Yoochun smiles. “I’m trying to convince him to model for me.”
“A private show?” she says with a wink.
“Eventually.”
She laughs and turns to leave. “Just not on my favorite couch, please,” she calls over her shoulder.
“You want me to model?”
Yoochun smiles at him. “Consider it my ulterior motive to getting you into bed. Jaejoong designs clothes with you in mind. He may change that to Changmin, but you’re both tall and muscular. You look great on a runway.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Here is the part when I tell you that I’ll pay you a lot, but I guess that doesn’t interest you.”
“I model for Jaejoong because he’s my friend, not because he pays me.”
“Model for me because you’re my lover?” Yoochun says and leans into Yunho’s space.
Yunho doesn’t lean away but he does bring up his coffee cup for a sip.
“Guess not,” Yoochun muses. “But, you won’t sleep with me because I’m rich, and my charming personality isn’t working. I guess the only thing left to do is kiss you and see how that works out for me.”
“Maybe I’ll let you kiss me goodnight.”
“If you let me kiss you goodnight, you’ll be kissing me good morning a few hours later.”
“So you’re rich, kind of a jerk, and a slut. Nice.”
Yoochun chuckles. “I didn’t know a person could strike out so often and still be up at the plate.”
“Your attempts are amusing. I’m laughing at how hard you’re trying to swing at the ball.”
“As long as I have your attention.”
Yunho smiles. The man is disarmingly charming in all the right ways, and despite his earlier determination to not fall for the tricks, he is surprisingly pleased at the attention. He leans back in the chair with a bowl of pear gelato. It’s sweet without losing the flavor of the fruit. He takes a bite and then holds out a spoonful for Yoochun. The smile he gets before Yoochun takes the offered treat is beautiful. Yunho clears his throat and asks about his brother, and then talks of his own younger sister. They shift to music and movies, sharing the cake and gelato between them. The first bite is the only one Yunho takes himself. By the time they are arguing South Korea’s chances in the world cup, Yoochun is laying against the arm of the couch, and Yunho is practically leaning over him. He has one hand entwined with Yoochun’s and their legs are twisted together.
“Park Juyoung is the best striker in Korea,” Yunho says again. “South Korea definitely has a chance.”
“He’s been injured and inconsistent. I think we’re better putting our money on Japan.”
“You’re just trying to make me mad now, aren’t you?”
“Maybe. You’re pretty sexy when you’re passionate about something.”
Yunho playfully rolls his eyes. He’s gotten used to the random compliments thrown into their conversation.
“So,” Hyolyn says suddenly. “Are you guys going to make out so I can watch, or are you going to leave so I can close the store?”
Yunho blushes and pulls away from Yoochun.
Yoochun stretches. “Is it midnight already?”
“Yes, half past, actually. I’ve been perving. You two look very good together.”
“I’m trying to convince him of that.”
Hyolyn smiles at Yunho. “Considering he’s been about two inches from kissing you for the last hour, I’m pretty sure he already knows that.”
“If he was so close, why did you interrupt?”
“Because unlike some people, Micky Yoochun, he seems to have manners and is aware of the fact that he is in a public shop.”
Yoochun laughs. “Then I guess I better get him some place private.” He holds out his hand and Yunho doesn’t hesitate to take it.
“It was nice meeting you,” Yunho says to Hyolyn.
“You, too, handsome.”
Yoochun leads them out of the store and back down the alley. The streets in the area are crawling with young people out clubbing, drinking and dancing.
“Do you have anywhere you need to be?” Yoochun asks, “Or should we go get a drink?”
“I have a really early class,” Yunho says.
“Okay.”
Yunho picks up their debate on football as they head back to the restaurant. The driver brings Yoochun his blue Panamera and opens the back door. Yoochun thanks him and tells him to return Yunho to his apartment.
Inside the car, Yoochun gives Yunho very little personal space in the spacious back seat. Yunho tries to care, but wraps his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders instead.
When the car stops, Yunho sighs. The ride home felt much shorter than the ride to the restaurant.
Yoochun tilts his head up and smiles at him, and Yunho succumbs to the inevitable. Yoochun is very handsome and very charming.
Their lips brush for a moment, and Yoochun sits up for a better angle, a better kiss. Yunho follows his lead and their tongues brush for a moment. A soft moan from Yoochun has Yunho’s head spinning. He curls his hands up Yoochun’s neck and tangles fingers in his hair.
Yunho meant for it to be a soft kiss. That was all.
If there wasn’t a third person in the car, Yunho is sure their clothes would be flying off.
He breaks the kiss slowly and chuckles at Yoochun’s pout.
“Invite me upstairs,” Yoochun says.
Yunho smiles and presses another kiss to his plump lower lip. “No. I have class, remember?”
“Fine, but let me take you out to dinner.”
“Let me take you out to dinner,” Yunho counters. “I’ll call you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come upstairs?”
Yunho looks at him for a moment and then drags him into another deep kiss. “Want, yes, but will you? Not tonight.”
“Okay.”
They kiss again, and Yunho thinks each time their lips part that one more kiss and he’ll leave, just one more. And one more again. Yoochun attempts to climb into his lap, and Yunho laughs, this time pulling away from that addicting mouth.
Yoochun’s pout is lethal.
“If your money doesn’t get you what you want, I bet that pout does,” Yunho says and tugs at his lower lip.
“You caught me.”
“I’ll call you.”
“Okay.” With a sigh, Yoochun huffs and moves far enough away that Yunho can untangle himself to climb out of the car.
Yunho opens the door, leans across the seat, and steals one more kiss. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
With a smile, Yunho climbs out of the car and shuts the door. He turns around and waves as the car drives off. Energized, he bounds up the stairs, two at a time. He fights the urge to whistle and twirl down the hall, because really, it was just a kiss. A really really good kiss with someone more handsome than his last few boyfriends.
He opens the door of his apartment and it takes just a moment for the moaning to register, and Yunho rolls his eyes and pauses to take off his boots. He picks out Jaejoong’s begging whimpers and a deeper voice that he doesn’t recognize but he’s sure it’s Changmin.
Yep. Changmin.
They’re both very naked and very sweaty and very lucky they are on Jaejoong’s arm chair and not Yunho’s couch. Jaejoong is straddling his knees, riding Changmin’s cock, head thrown back. His lower lip his bright red, his hair a mess. There are red scratches covering his tattooed-back and shoulder blades. He gasps and begs, “Let me come, fuck, please let me come,” as he lifts himself up and down.
Yunho scoffs. “Demanding bitch.”
Jaejoong’s eyes fly open for a moment and then they close with a whimper. “Yoochun?” he manages.
“I’m not a slut,” Yunho says.
“I am, fuck, I am such a slut.”
Changmin tangles his hands in his hair and yanks his head down. “Such a bad slut. Pay attention to me. I thought you wanted to come.”
Jaejoong whimpers again.
“I have class in about seven hours,” Yunho says. “Please don’t fuck him so hard that his bed is banging against the wall.”
“Oh god, fuck me that hard, please, please.”
“I’ll fuck you that hard here. Get on your hands and knees.”
Yunho shuts his bedroom door, cutting off Jaejoong’s eager whimpers. He’s definitely going to be listening to music to go to sleep.
Epilogue: Brunch
Part 1: Lunch
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Pairing: Yoochun/Yunho, (with a side of Changmin/Jaejoong)
Rating: R (for now)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, none of them would wear clothes no matter how hot they look in them.
Summary: At a routine fashion show, Yoochun sees something he wants. But Yunho has his doubts.
A/N: This fic is for dokssuri who sent me the gif that inspired it.
Part 2:
“You’re an idiot.”
Yunho rolls his eyes at his best friend. He’s heard the same thing for almost three weeks now. “I’m not going to sleep with someone just because they are rich.”
“You would have if it meant he would buy my designs.”
“Yes, but that’s different. It’s for you. I love you.”
This time Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know. And I totally appreciate that. I would appreciate it more if you would get that stick out of your ass and get something else up your ass so you won’t be such a grumpy best friend.”
Yunho sticks his tongue out at him.
“Come with me.”
“No.”
“Please? He wants sole rights, Yunnie. Sole rights. Do you have any idea what this means?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Please come with me.”
“Your boytoy will be there. You don’t need me.”
“Changmin will be there in a very official capacity, and he takes his duties seriously, and I doubt I’ll get a smile from him. I need your support so I can squeeze your leg under the table so Yoochun won’t know how nervous I am.”
Yunho shuts his eyes in defeat. He wonders why he bothered protesting anyway. Jaejoong always gets what he wants. “Fine. But I’m not going to sleep with him.”
Jaejoong kisses his cheek. “This is why you’re my best friend and not Junsu.”
“Junsu can say no to you, and Junsu would sleep with him.”
“Exactly. Which is why he's always happy. Sex does that. Now, hurry up and get snazzy. I’m leaving in fifteen minutes.”
Yunho grumbles but drags himself off his comfortable couch and into the bathroom to do his hair and some not-so-subtle makeup. He goes for stylishly chaotic, he is a designer’s main model after all. He decides to wear the knitted sweater that Yoochun admired. It’s not exactly cold enough for it or appropriate for the classy restaurant they are going to, but he wants to show Jaejoong’s abilities off to anyone that wants to look. Remembering the conversation he had with Yoochun about jeans, Yunho encases his legs into tight, black, skinny jeans. Also designed by Jaejoong, just for him.
When he comes out of the bedroom, Jaejoong’s eyes widen and he dramatically fans himself. “Yoochun is going to pitch a tent when he sees you.”
“Not dressing up for him.”
Jaejoong smirks. “Consider it a perk.”
Yunho smiles. He bends down to slip on some boots and Jaejoong runs his hand up the back of his thigh.
“Definitely perky,” he mutters and squeezes Yunho’s ass.
Yunho laughs and bats his hands away to finish getting ready.
Five minutes later, they leave the building and see a blue Porsche Panamera sitting at the curb. A well dressed man stands next to it with a sign that has Jaejoong’s name on it.
“Oh wow,” Jaejoong says and whistles.
Yunho rolls his eyes.
The driver smiles at them and moves quickly to open the back door. Jaejoong slides in all the way, and Yunho follows.
Jaejoong is more impressed with the luxury, mainly because his family is poor, and Yunho is from a line of lawyers. He was driving a Porsche Carrera before he was fourteen, though Jaejoong does not know that.
“This car is sex on wheels,” Jaejoong says.
“It’s gorgeous,” Yunho agrees. “Not as beautiful as you, though.”
Jaejoong flushes and slaps his arm. “Stop that.”
“It’s very true, and you’re dressed to kill.”
Jaejoong is in one of his own suits, navy blue with a lighter blue shirt underneath and a dark, patterned tie. His hair is short, spiked up around the middle. It’s a reminder of why Yunho used to tumble around in a bed with him when they were younger. He trails his fingers over Jaejoong’s thigh.
“And you’re trying to distract me from my nerves.”
“Yes, I am.”
Jaejoong smiles at him gratefully and grips his hand tightly. They stare at the city coming to life as the sun falls behind buildings. Nothing in Seoul ever sleeps. The driver winds the car through Gangnam. By the time he stops in front of Mui Mui, Yunho has nail marks on his fleshy part of his hand and Jaejoong has almost gasped his way to a panic attack.
Yunho pulls Jaejoong’s face to him, kisses him shortly and smiles at the shocked expression on his face. “You are amazing. Your designs are amazing. Everything is already in place. Why are you so nervous?”
“This is it, Yunnie. I mean ... I just ...”
“It’s your break, I know. Come on. He’s already buying, he’s already offering you a contract. Lucrative.”
“Oh god, I’m going to throw up.”
The door next to Jaejoong opens and Yunho pushes him a bit. “Later. We need to go impress.”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong mutters, but climbs from the car.
The driver escorts them into the restaurant, tells the hostess that they are with Park Yoochun, and the hostess smiles and escorts them to a table.
Yunho looks past her, to Yoochun, and has the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen. He keeps his model face on, but on the inside, he’s smirking. Take that Mister Rich Successful Businessman. Yunho is suddenly very glad he decided to come.
Yoochun and Changmin both stand. Changmin is in an Armani suit, very polished, very tailored. Yunho is sure that Jaejoong can loosen the man up a bit. Yoochun is wearing a tight, black turtleneck with black slacks and a black suit jacket.
They exchange bows and Jaejoong tries not to flail giddily when Changmin actually takes his hand and kisses the back of it before pulling out his chair. Yunho pulls out his own chair.
Yoochun smiles at him. “You both look great.”
“You too,” Jaejoong says, though his eyes are on Changmin’s.
Yunho pinches Jaejoong’s side and darts his eyes to Yoochun and Jaejoong splutters a bit and nods and tries to get himself to relax.
“Relax,” Yoochun says. “This is only formal because you’re signing papers. Nothing has changed. I still love your talent. I still want everything you produce exclusively in my stores and I’m still willing to pay what we agreed upon. And I’m still very attracted to your main model.”
Yunho fights the urge to roll his eyes. Again.
They eat dinner first and talk of future designs and accessories. Yoochun tries to draw Yunho into the conversation, but he only answers Jaejoong’s questions. It’s almost cute how frustrated Yoochun grows as the conversation continues.
After dinner, Yoochun orders them all a shot and bottles of soju. Changmin talks Jaejoong through the details of the contract, pointing out specifics. As Jaejoong drinks, he slides his chair closer to Changmin, hands on his knee as he signs all the places of the contract.
“Well, looks like they’re going home together,” Yoochun says.
Yunho does roll his eyes this time.
“And you still don’t think I’m attractive.”
“I never said you weren’t attractive. I’m just not going to fall into bed with you because of it or your money.”
“That’s fair. But you aren’t giving me a chance to prove myself beyond my money. That isn’t fair.”
Yunho thinks about that, crosses his arms, and then he nods. “Okay. That is true.”
“I really do like you,” Yoochun says. “Maybe at first I saw you as a challenge, but I do like you. You’re determined, but cautious and smart. You’re loyal to your friends and considerate to strangers. You look amazing in those jeans.”
“Skinny jeans,” Yunho says with a smirk.
“More like fuck-me jeans.”
“Jaejoong just says that’s a perk of the design.”
“I will agree. Let me take you out, please.”
Yunho takes a deep breath. “I could use some dessert, to contrast the cloying sweet nauseating mess next to us.”
Yoochun laughs and spares the other two a look. Jaejoong is practically in Changmin’s chair and they’re sharing shots from a single glass.
“Do you think they’ll notice if we leave?” Yunho asks.
“Yes. Changmin notices everything.”
Changmin smirks and says, “Yes, I will and please go away now.” Their lips touch and then mold together and Jaejoong visibly melts into his arms.
Yoochun chuckles and stands up. “Shall we go?”
Yunho nods and follows him up. “Call me later,” he says to Jaejoong and kisses his cheek.
Changmin growls and moves, but Jaejoong’s hand wraps around Changmin’s tie and keeps him in place.
Yoochun holds out his hand. Yunho looks at it for a moment and then takes it. Yunho walks next to him with his head up, model face on. The hostess smiles and says she’ll charge the account information they have for the dinner. Yoochun nods in understanding and slips her a very large bill. She blushes and bows and thanks him.
The Porsche is waiting for them, but Yoochun waves it away. “We’re going to walk down the road, but wait here. We’ll be back.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ah, the joys of money,” Yunho sings sarcastically.
Yoochun frowns at him, and once again, Yunho realizes he isn’t being fair. He squeezes Yoochun’s hand and tries to formulate the best way to explain.
“I’m sorry,” he starts, voice soft. “Both of my parents are prosecutors and family dinner was less of a conversation and more of a cross examination. I was raised to believe that things were given to me because of who I was, and I decided that I hated that. I actually ran away to be a trainee. I lived on the streets and learned really fast what it felt like to be hungry. I’m not going to ask you to apologize for being rich, just know that I am not impressed by it.”
“I already knew that,” Yoochun says. He steers Yunho down a smaller alley. Nestled between bricks is a small shop. The only sign is one that is flipped to read “OPEN”. Yoochun opens the door and allows Yunho in front of him.
“Well, hello stranger,” a girl about their age says. In English.
Yoochun smiles. “Hello, Hyolyn. How’s business?”
“The usual. And who is this handsome piece of meat behind you?”
Yunho feels himself blushing, but he keeps his head up, model face on.
“Oh god, is he your boyfriend? Is he off limits already? Why don’t you ever bring men in that will marry me?”
Yoochun chuckles. “No, he’s not my boyfriend, and you’ll have to ask him if he’s off limits.”
Yunho swallows and nods. “Sorry. You’re beautiful, but ...”
Hyolyn smiles. “Most of the men that come in with Micky are off limits for some reason or another. Coffee?”
“Yes, please, and some of your mother’s cake and gelato.”
“Yes, sir, Mister Fancy Suit.”
Yunho lets out a noise that is partially a snort and partially a laugh.
“I knew you’d like her,” Yoochun says and gestures to a small seating area beside a front window. There is a settee and two chairs. Yoochun sits on the small couch, and Yunho ponders for a moment before sitting next to him.
Yoochun glances at him in surprise, but doesn’t protest. He crosses his legs and turns toward Yunho. Knowing they’ll be practically on top of each other, Yunho does the same, and lets their legs shift together.
“She calls you Micky?” Yunho says.
Yoochun laughs. “Childhood nickname.”
“I always wondered about the name of your stores.”
“I always said I’d make a name for myself, out of my father’s limelight, and my brother would laugh and say that sure, everyone would know Micky, so it’s what I named my first store.”
“Well, don’t you two look cosy,” Hyolyn said as she sat a tray down on a nearby table.
“It’s the sweater,” Yoochun says.
“I like it. It looks very comfortable.”
“It is,” Yunho says and clears his throat. “My friend is the designer.”
“Oh, so you’re a fashion snob. That’s how you know Micky.” She serves them their coffee and dessert.
Yunho glances at Yoochun.
Yoochun smiles. “I’m trying to convince him to model for me.”
“A private show?” she says with a wink.
“Eventually.”
She laughs and turns to leave. “Just not on my favorite couch, please,” she calls over her shoulder.
“You want me to model?”
Yoochun smiles at him. “Consider it my ulterior motive to getting you into bed. Jaejoong designs clothes with you in mind. He may change that to Changmin, but you’re both tall and muscular. You look great on a runway.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Here is the part when I tell you that I’ll pay you a lot, but I guess that doesn’t interest you.”
“I model for Jaejoong because he’s my friend, not because he pays me.”
“Model for me because you’re my lover?” Yoochun says and leans into Yunho’s space.
Yunho doesn’t lean away but he does bring up his coffee cup for a sip.
“Guess not,” Yoochun muses. “But, you won’t sleep with me because I’m rich, and my charming personality isn’t working. I guess the only thing left to do is kiss you and see how that works out for me.”
“Maybe I’ll let you kiss me goodnight.”
“If you let me kiss you goodnight, you’ll be kissing me good morning a few hours later.”
“So you’re rich, kind of a jerk, and a slut. Nice.”
Yoochun chuckles. “I didn’t know a person could strike out so often and still be up at the plate.”
“Your attempts are amusing. I’m laughing at how hard you’re trying to swing at the ball.”
“As long as I have your attention.”
Yunho smiles. The man is disarmingly charming in all the right ways, and despite his earlier determination to not fall for the tricks, he is surprisingly pleased at the attention. He leans back in the chair with a bowl of pear gelato. It’s sweet without losing the flavor of the fruit. He takes a bite and then holds out a spoonful for Yoochun. The smile he gets before Yoochun takes the offered treat is beautiful. Yunho clears his throat and asks about his brother, and then talks of his own younger sister. They shift to music and movies, sharing the cake and gelato between them. The first bite is the only one Yunho takes himself. By the time they are arguing South Korea’s chances in the world cup, Yoochun is laying against the arm of the couch, and Yunho is practically leaning over him. He has one hand entwined with Yoochun’s and their legs are twisted together.
“Park Juyoung is the best striker in Korea,” Yunho says again. “South Korea definitely has a chance.”
“He’s been injured and inconsistent. I think we’re better putting our money on Japan.”
“You’re just trying to make me mad now, aren’t you?”
“Maybe. You’re pretty sexy when you’re passionate about something.”
Yunho playfully rolls his eyes. He’s gotten used to the random compliments thrown into their conversation.
“So,” Hyolyn says suddenly. “Are you guys going to make out so I can watch, or are you going to leave so I can close the store?”
Yunho blushes and pulls away from Yoochun.
Yoochun stretches. “Is it midnight already?”
“Yes, half past, actually. I’ve been perving. You two look very good together.”
“I’m trying to convince him of that.”
Hyolyn smiles at Yunho. “Considering he’s been about two inches from kissing you for the last hour, I’m pretty sure he already knows that.”
“If he was so close, why did you interrupt?”
“Because unlike some people, Micky Yoochun, he seems to have manners and is aware of the fact that he is in a public shop.”
Yoochun laughs. “Then I guess I better get him some place private.” He holds out his hand and Yunho doesn’t hesitate to take it.
“It was nice meeting you,” Yunho says to Hyolyn.
“You, too, handsome.”
Yoochun leads them out of the store and back down the alley. The streets in the area are crawling with young people out clubbing, drinking and dancing.
“Do you have anywhere you need to be?” Yoochun asks, “Or should we go get a drink?”
“I have a really early class,” Yunho says.
“Okay.”
Yunho picks up their debate on football as they head back to the restaurant. The driver brings Yoochun his blue Panamera and opens the back door. Yoochun thanks him and tells him to return Yunho to his apartment.
Inside the car, Yoochun gives Yunho very little personal space in the spacious back seat. Yunho tries to care, but wraps his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders instead.
When the car stops, Yunho sighs. The ride home felt much shorter than the ride to the restaurant.
Yoochun tilts his head up and smiles at him, and Yunho succumbs to the inevitable. Yoochun is very handsome and very charming.
Their lips brush for a moment, and Yoochun sits up for a better angle, a better kiss. Yunho follows his lead and their tongues brush for a moment. A soft moan from Yoochun has Yunho’s head spinning. He curls his hands up Yoochun’s neck and tangles fingers in his hair.
Yunho meant for it to be a soft kiss. That was all.
If there wasn’t a third person in the car, Yunho is sure their clothes would be flying off.
He breaks the kiss slowly and chuckles at Yoochun’s pout.
“Invite me upstairs,” Yoochun says.
Yunho smiles and presses another kiss to his plump lower lip. “No. I have class, remember?”
“Fine, but let me take you out to dinner.”
“Let me take you out to dinner,” Yunho counters. “I’ll call you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come upstairs?”
Yunho looks at him for a moment and then drags him into another deep kiss. “Want, yes, but will you? Not tonight.”
“Okay.”
They kiss again, and Yunho thinks each time their lips part that one more kiss and he’ll leave, just one more. And one more again. Yoochun attempts to climb into his lap, and Yunho laughs, this time pulling away from that addicting mouth.
Yoochun’s pout is lethal.
“If your money doesn’t get you what you want, I bet that pout does,” Yunho says and tugs at his lower lip.
“You caught me.”
“I’ll call you.”
“Okay.” With a sigh, Yoochun huffs and moves far enough away that Yunho can untangle himself to climb out of the car.
Yunho opens the door, leans across the seat, and steals one more kiss. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
With a smile, Yunho climbs out of the car and shuts the door. He turns around and waves as the car drives off. Energized, he bounds up the stairs, two at a time. He fights the urge to whistle and twirl down the hall, because really, it was just a kiss. A really really good kiss with someone more handsome than his last few boyfriends.
He opens the door of his apartment and it takes just a moment for the moaning to register, and Yunho rolls his eyes and pauses to take off his boots. He picks out Jaejoong’s begging whimpers and a deeper voice that he doesn’t recognize but he’s sure it’s Changmin.
Yep. Changmin.
They’re both very naked and very sweaty and very lucky they are on Jaejoong’s arm chair and not Yunho’s couch. Jaejoong is straddling his knees, riding Changmin’s cock, head thrown back. His lower lip his bright red, his hair a mess. There are red scratches covering his tattooed-back and shoulder blades. He gasps and begs, “Let me come, fuck, please let me come,” as he lifts himself up and down.
Yunho scoffs. “Demanding bitch.”
Jaejoong’s eyes fly open for a moment and then they close with a whimper. “Yoochun?” he manages.
“I’m not a slut,” Yunho says.
“I am, fuck, I am such a slut.”
Changmin tangles his hands in his hair and yanks his head down. “Such a bad slut. Pay attention to me. I thought you wanted to come.”
Jaejoong whimpers again.
“I have class in about seven hours,” Yunho says. “Please don’t fuck him so hard that his bed is banging against the wall.”
“Oh god, fuck me that hard, please, please.”
“I’ll fuck you that hard here. Get on your hands and knees.”
Yunho shuts his bedroom door, cutting off Jaejoong’s eager whimpers. He’s definitely going to be listening to music to go to sleep.
Epilogue: Brunch
Part 1: Lunch
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