Host with the Most 9/10
Title: Host with the Most 9/10
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, (others/Yoochun)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Man, if only I owned a host club ... these boys would make me so much money. But I don't. So I can't. And I'm still poor.
Summary: Yoochun works at a "karaoke" bar called The Music Box. He needs the money, as most hosts do. He's a seasoned veteran, knows how to play the game, and never lets himself get too close to his clients.
A/N: I am not allowed to start new fics. In my defense, this was supposed to be an angsty one-shot.
Part 9: The Game Changes
“So this is Yoochun,” Kim Junsu said, looking Yoochun up and down. The younger of the two twins wore a pair of tight blue jeans and a standard t-shirt. Normal compared to the bright green hair and the look of glee on his face.
Yoochun did his best not to squirm under his gaze, and then Junho was there, arm around his brother. Junho was the normal twin. He never dyed his hair bright colors or caused a scene for anything. A calm to Junsu’s storm. He was a little taller than Junsu, but they both had the same beautiful eyes and body. God, their asses were insane. There were websites and blogs dedicated to their asses.
“Seems like too much hype and not enough--”
Jaejoong put his arm around Yoochun’s shoulder. “You keep talking and I’m going to kick you in the balls, Junsu.”
Junsu laughed, the sound loud and happy.
Jaejoong handed Yoochun a drink. “Here. Let him have a drink before you start interrogating him.” With lips against Yoochun’s ear, he said in a loud, fake whisper, “It’s easier to deal with them when you’re mostly drunk.”
Jaejoong steered him away from the twins despite Junsu’s loud protest. “Let me introduce you to everyone else. Except maybe Heechul, but Changmin, you’ve met.” He waved toward a couch where Heechul was straddling Changmin’s lap, sucking at his mouth with hands disappearing under clothes. Changmin’s hands were on the back of Heechul’s thighs, squeezing tightly.
“I thought Changmin was straight,” Yoochun said to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong laughed. “Everyone is straight until they meet Heechul.”
“He’s pretty enough to be a girl,” Kangin added. “And weak enough.”
They all heard Heechul growl, but Changmin’s hands kept him close with a grip to his ass.
Jaejoong smiled and introduced him to Kangin, one of the other members of Four Seasons, and then around the living room to introduce him to No Minwoo, Kang Jungwoo, Jay Kim, and Kim Jungmo (the other four members of Hero). Yoochun bowed a lot. Yunho had to work, so he was not at the party, and no one knew where Hyunjoong was.
“Which is fine by me,” Jaejoong said. “I’m tired of hearing him brag about having your mouth on his dick.”
It was a bit intimidating surrounded by so many entertainers, but after only a few drinks and maybe an hour, Yoochun realized how normal Jaejoong’s friends were, despite them all being famous. They talked about music and girls and relationships and politics and sports. They drank, and Jaejoong was bullied into going into the Kim Twins’ kitchen and cooking. Yoochun followed him, content to watch him move about while making kimchi jjigae. The others stayed in the main room, laughing, singing, drinking.
“They like you,” Jaejoong suddenly said.
Yoochun smiled. “I like them.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Here taste.” Jaejoong held out a spoon covered in sauce. Yoochun leaned against the island and opened his mouth for the spoon. Flavor hit his mouth first and was followed almost immediately by spice. He coughed.
“Too much?” Jaejoong said, worried.
“Probably,” Yoochun muttered and downed some soju. “It’s good, I promise. I just wasn’t expecting the spicy.”
“And you call yourself a fan,” Jaejoong said and shook a finger at him.
Yoochun laughed and caught his hand, brought it up to his mouth to kiss his knuckles. “I guess it’s because Jaejoong is sweeter than Hero.”
“Such a line.”
“Such a truth.”
“Are you two fucking in my kitchen?” Junsu shouted.
Jaejoong smiled at Yoochun and shouted back. “Not yet, but give us a few minutes.”
Junsu cursed at them, and Junho’s softer voice calmed him down and Yoochun smiled and Jaejoong smiled, and their lips met over the island for a kiss and then Jaejoong went back to cooking and Yoochun went back to staring.
Staring, and falling in love.
---
After dinner, Junho pulled out a bottle of something much stronger than than soju.
“Guys, come on,” Jaejoong protested. “Don’t do this.”
“You know the rule,” Junsu said and motioned all of them,
“What’s the rule?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu leered at him. “We get to know you.”
“Don’t worry too much,” Heechul said. “Last boyfriend Jaejoong had, we kicked him out before dinner. We didn’t want to get to know all about him and his ugly body. But your body.” He licked his lips.
“Fuck you guys,” Jaejoong muttered, but like a good sport sat on the floor with Yoochun next to him. The others joined the circle. A small round table was put in the middle by Kangin, and Junho sat the bottle of whiskey on it. A circle of eleven shot glasses were lined up along the edge.
“We play I never,” Jungwoo explained.
“We already know everything about each other,” Minwoo continued. “So it’s really all about figuring out things about you.”
Yoochun smiled. “The game stops when someone has alcohol poisoning.”
They laughed, and Jaejoong leaned against his shoulder, hand on his knee.
“You are the guest of honor,” Junsu declared. “You go first.”
Yoochun smirked. “One of the joys of being a fan, I know a lot about you all already, so it will be easy to get you all to drink more than me.”
Changmin snorted. “Not me.”
Yoochun glanced at him, and then said, “We’ll see. I never served military time.”
More than one of them groaned, but all of them reached out and took a shot.
“That was a good one,” Jaejoong said and kissed his cheek.
“Why not?” Junho asked as he refilled the glasses.
Yoochun glanced at Jaejoong and then said, “After my mom died, I was given legal custody over my younger brother Yoohwan. Combined with my asthma, I was granted an exemption.”
“Lucky,” Kangin said and whistled.
“His fucking mother died and you say lucky?” Heechul screeched. “You are such an ass!”
Yoochun chuckled. “It’s okay. My brother will probably have to go, but he’s in college for the next four years.”
“Come on. Around the circle,” Junsu said and waved at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled at Yoochun and said, “I never lived in America.”
“You lived in America?” Changmin said as both Yoochun and Jay reached for shot glasses.
“Yeah, through junior high and high school.”
“What part?” Jay asked in English after downing his shot.
Yoochun followed suit and answered, “Virginia.”
“Across the country from me. I lived in California.”
“Okay, next,” Junsu said. “Stop speaking English.”
Jungwoo sat next to Jaejoong, and he glared at Minwoo as he said, “I’ve never been punched in the face by a bandmate for sleeping with his sister.”
Minwoo groaned. “God, that was six years ago. When are you going to let it go?”
“Fuck you. Drink, asshole.”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned a bit more against Jaejoong.
Junho was next and said, while smirking at Yoochun, “I’ve never worked in a host club.”
Yoochun laughed and was the only one that reached for a shot.
Jungmo grinned as he said, “Everyone here better have a shot, because I’ve never had sex with Jaejoong.”
“You fuck,” Jaejoong said, as most of them, including Yoochun, reached for a shot.
“Wait, what?” Junsu said. “You had sex with Yoochun and didn’t tell us?”
Jaejoong smirked and lifted his own shot. “Yes, I did, and no, I didn’t tell you. It’s none of your fucking business.”
“Considering how many of us took a shot just then, it is our fucking business,” Jay said. Only Kangin, Changmin and Jungmo did not drink.
Jaejoong chuckled, downed the shot, and licked his lips.
“And why are you drinking?” Minwoo asked.
“I masturbate.”
They laughed. But Heechul narrowed his eyes at Yoochun. “That doesn’t make you jealous?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Not really. I mean, have you looked at Jaejoong? Given the option, I don’t think anyone would say no to a fuck.”
“I think you just called me a slut,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun chuckled and kissed his cheek, but Heechul huffed in irritation, so Yoochun explained more. “Considering my current profession, it’d be a bit hypocritical of me to get mad because Jaejoong has had a lot of sex. I’ve probably had more than him, and with men I don’t like, men I won’t ever see again, men who were giving me money for it. And besides,” he waved his hand around the circle, “it’s not like any of you are unattractive. With options like this, I’d be more worried if Jaejoong had said no to all of you.”
They crowed in approval, and Jaejoong playfully rolled his eyes, refusing the sudden barrage of offers of a threesome.
“Shut up, it’s my turn,” Heechul said and waved at Junho who started to refill their glasses. Heechul pondered Yoochun, tapping his chin. “Well, since we were just hearing of threesomes. Consider this my own personal curiosity, but I’ve never been fucked by two dicks at once. Fake or real.”
“That is such a lie,” Jungmo shouted.
“Yeah,” Junsu added as he reached for a shot. “I’ve been in a foursome with you, you slut.”
Heechul stuck his tongue out at him. “Never said I wasn’t in an orgy. Just that I’ve never been fucked by two dicks.”
Junsu stopped with the glass by his lips. “Wait, are we talking double penetrated in the ass or one in the mouth and--”
“Fuck, shut up,” Kangin muttered. “Too many of my friends are fucking gay.”
Heechul rolled his eyes. “Two dicks, in your ass. At least two. Fake or real.”
Junsu nodded and knocked back the shot.
“Why did you even ask?” Junho asked. “It’s not like you haven’t been fucked in both ends.”
“I was clarifying for everyone else.”
Yoochun did not take a shot, but Jaejoong did. “Really?” he said with a grin at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled. “I’m a kinky pain junky.”
“Good to know.”
Changmin huffed as the glasses were filled again. “I have a good one. I’ve never been a trainee for an entertainment company.”
They groaned, but everyone, including Yoochun took a drink.
“You were a trainee?” Minwoo asked.
“Yeah, with JYP about five years ago. But I can’t dance well because of my asthma.”
“We’re learning so many things,” Heechul said. “Next time we’re playing this strip version so I can see him naked.”
“I haven’t seen Yoochun naked,” Jay said.
Jaejoong huffed and took a drink.
“You haven’t seen yourself naked?” Junsu said with a leer.
Yoochun rolled his eyes, but knocked back his shot.
Junsu hummed and said, “I need a good one.”
“And one that isn’t a lie, you fucking man slut,” Heechul said.
Junsu laughed. “Better keep it tame then.” He grinned at Jaejoong. “I do not have my dick pierced.”
“That’s tame?” Kangin shouted.
Jaejoong flipped Junsu off and took a shot, as did Heechul. “You’re supposed to be using this to get to know Yoochun.”
“I am,” Junsu said. “I now know that Yoochun does not have his cock pierced. Your turn, Kangin.”
Kangin shoved Minwoo with his shoulder. “I’ve never fucked Jungwoo’s sister.”
“Oh god, fuck you,” Minwoo said and took a shot. But everyone froze as Changmin leaned forward and did the same.
“Why you fucking--” Jungwoo lunged for Changmin and caught Heechul’s leg, and there was chaos until Junho was able to pull Jungwoo back and extract a promise that Changmin would allow Jungwoo to hit him without him ducking or hitting back when they were both sober for the maximum pain.
“It’s your turn, Minwoo.”
Minwoo turned and stared at Yoochun for a few long moments. “Jaejoong mentioned something, during one of his woe-is-me-Yoochun-is-so-awesome rants, that has me thinking.”
“Should I be worried?” Yoochun asked, shifting a bit closer to Jaejoong.
“Probably,” Jaejoong murmured, drawing more laughter.
Minwoo rolled his eyes. “I’ve never written a song.”
Yoochun lifted an eyebrow and then looked over at Jaejoong. “What did he say that makes you ask that?”
“He called you a musical genius.”
“I don’t know about genius, but ...” Yoochun reached for his shot glass and knocked it back.
“He’s a genius,” Jaejoong said and took his own shot, as did Kangin, Jungmo, Jay and both Kim Twins.
“You didn’t tell them?”
Jaejoong smiled at him. “Of course not. Music is ... personal.”
“You like to write music?” Junsu asked, almost as excited as when they’d been talking sex.
Yoochun nodded. “It’s ... relaxing. Keeps me from going crazy.”
“It could make you rich if you sold me some songs,” Jaejoong said.
“They’re that good?” Junsu asked, eyes wide.
“Better. I want them almost as much as I want him.”
Yoochun smiled and leaned his head against Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Ulterior motive has been revealed.”
“Shut up, you are amazing.”
“Well, amazing boy, if you’re not going to share some music, then it’s your turn,” Junsu said.
Yoochun paused just long enough to kiss Jaejoong’s cheek. He smirked at them all and said, “I’ve never been to a fan meet.”
They all groaned and took their shots, even Changmin who had gone to a couple of fan meets with Jaejoong in the past.
Jaejoong turned and smiled at Yoochun. “Normally with a new person, they’ve had to drink a lot more than the rest of us. You’re doing really well, but you’re going to have to drink on this one.”
Yoochun lifted an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Yeah, because I’ve never left a game of ‘I never’ to go find a room to fuck my boyfriend in.”
Yoochun laughed, and the others protested, but Yoochun took the hint, and he stood up, held out his hand, and pulled Jaejoong to his feet. The others continued to shout at them to not leave, and Junsu crowed about his poor cleaning ladies that had to wash the come out of the blankets.
With a grin and a cocky salute, Yoochun grabbed his shot glass and knocked it back before letting Jaejoong pull him down the hall toward the bedrooms.
“Don’t you dare fuck on my bed,” Junsu shouted.
“We won’t,” Jaejoong shouted back. “I have no idea what I could catch.”
The laughter from the others died as Jaejoong pulled Yoochun into a room and shut the door. He was pressed against it a moment later and then kissed breathless.
“Boyfriend?” Yoochun whispered.
“Sure, want to be now that the Kim Twins have officially approved?”
Yoochun smiled and nodded. “Definitely.”
---
Yoochun spent every moment he could with Jaejoong over the next month.
He spent more time kissing and dancing with Jaejoong in his living room. They’d both forgotten for a moment that Jaejoong was famous and had been photographed together coming out of a restaurant.
It was a strange sort of feeling reading netizen comments about yourself.
But it also meant that Jaejoong was not nearly as cautious about inviting Yoochun places. He went to a movie premiere as Jaejoong’s friend. He went out drinking with Jaejoong and his friends, mostly at someone’s house though. He spent way too many nights more than drunk with his head on Jaejoong’s lap and his legs thrown up over Yunho’s thighs, head swimming with alcohol and music twisting through the smoky haze in the room. Almost like a host. But with friends instead of clients.
It was a very surreal experience.
Especially when the fangirls recognized him on the street or when he went shopping. Luckily, they had not discovered where Yoochun lived. Yet. So Jaejoong spent many nights at Yoochun’s. Dancing. Kissing. Cooking. Fucking.
But all of that was relatively normal compared to his new duties at The Music Box. He still schmoozed. He still smiled. He still catered to client’s wishes. Just no longer behind the closed doors. And with his clothes firmly on. His job was about half of what Jinki used to do. He wandered the halls, making sure the boys and the clients were happy. He fetched alcohol and snacks for them. He accepted tips from drunk girls who could not remember the names of their hosts.
Organization. A skill he learned at home. And one that Yoohwan laughed at him for constantly. But it helped with his new position. He was in charge of scheduling the boys and ordering supplies. Knowing where everyone was.
Jinki kept up with monitoring new clients, getting returning clients checked in. He was accepting applications for new hosts and interviewing them. There were only so many boys and still a line of girls out the door who waited to get in. Yoochun stepped outside every now and then and talked to them. Most just wondered if Jaejoong was going to show up, and some wanted selcas with the man who knew Jaejoong. He kind of enjoyed being famous.
With Jinki’s raise in pay and the tips he got even though he wasn’t hosting, he was making almost the same a week as he had before. Last week, he’d made more than usual. He always figured he’d have to take his clothes off more rather than less for more money.
Then again, he was fucking Jaejoong on an almost-daily basis, so technically, he was taking his clothes off more.
Jinki stuck his head out of the office. “Is room seven empty?”
Room seven no longer held the same distaste for Yoochun. Instead of a bed, there were couches, and they used that room for their largests groups.
“There are a few girls in there that have about fifteen minutes left on their paid hour.”
“Perfect. We have a group of eight coming in about a half hour.”
“Alcohol requests?”
Jinki smirked. “Just lots of it.”
Chuckling, Yoochun made his way through the halls to the staff room and beyond that to their kitchen and storage area. He’d rarely gone there as a host, and now he was slowly reorganizing the shelves so it made sense.
He readied a cart of beer, booze, and snacks, and then went back toward Room Seven. Key and Taemin were escorting the girls toward the front, and Yoochun slipped in to clean up the room before their next guests arrived.
“Do either of you need a break?” Yoochun asked when they both returned to gather their jackets. “We have a group of eight coming in.”
“Eight?” Taemin said and huffed. “I’m not sure just the two of us can handle eight.”
“I’m going to stick around,” Yoochun said, “while I can, and then have Minho here as soon as he’s through with his room.”
“Good,” Key said. “Jinki better hire some new blood.”
“He’s planning on it next week, don’t worry.”
“Yoochun-ah!” a very familiar voice called, and Yoochun turned in surprise to look at the group of men coming toward him down the narrow hall, led by Kim Junho with his brother right behind him.
It was silent in the hallway until ...
“Holy fucking shit,” Key said. Not quietly.
It broke the spell, and Yoochun laughed and said hello.
“Jinki said to find you and ask you where room seven is,” Junho said.
Yoochun motioned to the door right behind him. “Right through there, guys.”
“Your boyfriend and Yunho are coming later,” Junsu said, and then stopped in shock when he saw Key. “Wow, this one is pretty. Can I have him?”
Junho chuckled and tugged at Junsu’s arm. “It’s not that kind of club anymore.”
Junsu leered at Key. “Then I guess I’ll have to convince him to go home with me.”
“Holy fuck,” Key gasped.
“That’s the idea,” Junsu said, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him into the room.
A few guys Yoochun did not know followed the Kim Twins into room, smiling at him and saying hello.
“Backup dancers,” Taemin whispered. “Oh god, I’m so in love with Jongin. Fuck. I’m ... fuck.”
Yoochun laughed, and then tried his best not to scowl when Hyunjoong smirked at him. “Good to see you again, Micky. You going to suck on my--”
Heechul shoved him into the room and rolled his eyes toward Yoochun in apology. “We won’t let him get drunk.”
Taemin stared wide-eyed at Yoochun after all their guests had entered the room.
Yoochun laughed. “Go have fun. Show them some of your dance moves.”
“Fucking hell.”
Taemin went into the room, Yoochun stuck his head in just long enough to tell them that he was going to go get some alcohol. Junsu was already plastered to Key’s side, tugging at the colored strands of his hair, and Taemin was nervously bowing at everyone.
Yoochun went back toward the kitchen, stopping only long enough to shout, “Some warning would've been nice!” in Jinki’s general direction. Laughter echoed down the hall.
Part 10: The Game of Life
Part 8: Sexy Games
Part 7: The Game of Music
Part 6: The Confession Game
Part 5: The Dating Game
Part 4: The Telephone Game
Part 3: The Rules of the Game
Part 2: The Getting-To-Know-You Game
Part 1: The Drinking Game
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, (others/Yoochun)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Man, if only I owned a host club ... these boys would make me so much money. But I don't. So I can't. And I'm still poor.
Summary: Yoochun works at a "karaoke" bar called The Music Box. He needs the money, as most hosts do. He's a seasoned veteran, knows how to play the game, and never lets himself get too close to his clients.
A/N: I am not allowed to start new fics. In my defense, this was supposed to be an angsty one-shot.
Part 9: The Game Changes
“So this is Yoochun,” Kim Junsu said, looking Yoochun up and down. The younger of the two twins wore a pair of tight blue jeans and a standard t-shirt. Normal compared to the bright green hair and the look of glee on his face.
Yoochun did his best not to squirm under his gaze, and then Junho was there, arm around his brother. Junho was the normal twin. He never dyed his hair bright colors or caused a scene for anything. A calm to Junsu’s storm. He was a little taller than Junsu, but they both had the same beautiful eyes and body. God, their asses were insane. There were websites and blogs dedicated to their asses.
“Seems like too much hype and not enough--”
Jaejoong put his arm around Yoochun’s shoulder. “You keep talking and I’m going to kick you in the balls, Junsu.”
Junsu laughed, the sound loud and happy.
Jaejoong handed Yoochun a drink. “Here. Let him have a drink before you start interrogating him.” With lips against Yoochun’s ear, he said in a loud, fake whisper, “It’s easier to deal with them when you’re mostly drunk.”
Jaejoong steered him away from the twins despite Junsu’s loud protest. “Let me introduce you to everyone else. Except maybe Heechul, but Changmin, you’ve met.” He waved toward a couch where Heechul was straddling Changmin’s lap, sucking at his mouth with hands disappearing under clothes. Changmin’s hands were on the back of Heechul’s thighs, squeezing tightly.
“I thought Changmin was straight,” Yoochun said to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong laughed. “Everyone is straight until they meet Heechul.”
“He’s pretty enough to be a girl,” Kangin added. “And weak enough.”
They all heard Heechul growl, but Changmin’s hands kept him close with a grip to his ass.
Jaejoong smiled and introduced him to Kangin, one of the other members of Four Seasons, and then around the living room to introduce him to No Minwoo, Kang Jungwoo, Jay Kim, and Kim Jungmo (the other four members of Hero). Yoochun bowed a lot. Yunho had to work, so he was not at the party, and no one knew where Hyunjoong was.
“Which is fine by me,” Jaejoong said. “I’m tired of hearing him brag about having your mouth on his dick.”
It was a bit intimidating surrounded by so many entertainers, but after only a few drinks and maybe an hour, Yoochun realized how normal Jaejoong’s friends were, despite them all being famous. They talked about music and girls and relationships and politics and sports. They drank, and Jaejoong was bullied into going into the Kim Twins’ kitchen and cooking. Yoochun followed him, content to watch him move about while making kimchi jjigae. The others stayed in the main room, laughing, singing, drinking.
“They like you,” Jaejoong suddenly said.
Yoochun smiled. “I like them.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Here taste.” Jaejoong held out a spoon covered in sauce. Yoochun leaned against the island and opened his mouth for the spoon. Flavor hit his mouth first and was followed almost immediately by spice. He coughed.
“Too much?” Jaejoong said, worried.
“Probably,” Yoochun muttered and downed some soju. “It’s good, I promise. I just wasn’t expecting the spicy.”
“And you call yourself a fan,” Jaejoong said and shook a finger at him.
Yoochun laughed and caught his hand, brought it up to his mouth to kiss his knuckles. “I guess it’s because Jaejoong is sweeter than Hero.”
“Such a line.”
“Such a truth.”
“Are you two fucking in my kitchen?” Junsu shouted.
Jaejoong smiled at Yoochun and shouted back. “Not yet, but give us a few minutes.”
Junsu cursed at them, and Junho’s softer voice calmed him down and Yoochun smiled and Jaejoong smiled, and their lips met over the island for a kiss and then Jaejoong went back to cooking and Yoochun went back to staring.
Staring, and falling in love.
---
After dinner, Junho pulled out a bottle of something much stronger than than soju.
“Guys, come on,” Jaejoong protested. “Don’t do this.”
“You know the rule,” Junsu said and motioned all of them,
“What’s the rule?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu leered at him. “We get to know you.”
“Don’t worry too much,” Heechul said. “Last boyfriend Jaejoong had, we kicked him out before dinner. We didn’t want to get to know all about him and his ugly body. But your body.” He licked his lips.
“Fuck you guys,” Jaejoong muttered, but like a good sport sat on the floor with Yoochun next to him. The others joined the circle. A small round table was put in the middle by Kangin, and Junho sat the bottle of whiskey on it. A circle of eleven shot glasses were lined up along the edge.
“We play I never,” Jungwoo explained.
“We already know everything about each other,” Minwoo continued. “So it’s really all about figuring out things about you.”
Yoochun smiled. “The game stops when someone has alcohol poisoning.”
They laughed, and Jaejoong leaned against his shoulder, hand on his knee.
“You are the guest of honor,” Junsu declared. “You go first.”
Yoochun smirked. “One of the joys of being a fan, I know a lot about you all already, so it will be easy to get you all to drink more than me.”
Changmin snorted. “Not me.”
Yoochun glanced at him, and then said, “We’ll see. I never served military time.”
More than one of them groaned, but all of them reached out and took a shot.
“That was a good one,” Jaejoong said and kissed his cheek.
“Why not?” Junho asked as he refilled the glasses.
Yoochun glanced at Jaejoong and then said, “After my mom died, I was given legal custody over my younger brother Yoohwan. Combined with my asthma, I was granted an exemption.”
“Lucky,” Kangin said and whistled.
“His fucking mother died and you say lucky?” Heechul screeched. “You are such an ass!”
Yoochun chuckled. “It’s okay. My brother will probably have to go, but he’s in college for the next four years.”
“Come on. Around the circle,” Junsu said and waved at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled at Yoochun and said, “I never lived in America.”
“You lived in America?” Changmin said as both Yoochun and Jay reached for shot glasses.
“Yeah, through junior high and high school.”
“What part?” Jay asked in English after downing his shot.
Yoochun followed suit and answered, “Virginia.”
“Across the country from me. I lived in California.”
“Okay, next,” Junsu said. “Stop speaking English.”
Jungwoo sat next to Jaejoong, and he glared at Minwoo as he said, “I’ve never been punched in the face by a bandmate for sleeping with his sister.”
Minwoo groaned. “God, that was six years ago. When are you going to let it go?”
“Fuck you. Drink, asshole.”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned a bit more against Jaejoong.
Junho was next and said, while smirking at Yoochun, “I’ve never worked in a host club.”
Yoochun laughed and was the only one that reached for a shot.
Jungmo grinned as he said, “Everyone here better have a shot, because I’ve never had sex with Jaejoong.”
“You fuck,” Jaejoong said, as most of them, including Yoochun, reached for a shot.
“Wait, what?” Junsu said. “You had sex with Yoochun and didn’t tell us?”
Jaejoong smirked and lifted his own shot. “Yes, I did, and no, I didn’t tell you. It’s none of your fucking business.”
“Considering how many of us took a shot just then, it is our fucking business,” Jay said. Only Kangin, Changmin and Jungmo did not drink.
Jaejoong chuckled, downed the shot, and licked his lips.
“And why are you drinking?” Minwoo asked.
“I masturbate.”
They laughed. But Heechul narrowed his eyes at Yoochun. “That doesn’t make you jealous?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Not really. I mean, have you looked at Jaejoong? Given the option, I don’t think anyone would say no to a fuck.”
“I think you just called me a slut,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun chuckled and kissed his cheek, but Heechul huffed in irritation, so Yoochun explained more. “Considering my current profession, it’d be a bit hypocritical of me to get mad because Jaejoong has had a lot of sex. I’ve probably had more than him, and with men I don’t like, men I won’t ever see again, men who were giving me money for it. And besides,” he waved his hand around the circle, “it’s not like any of you are unattractive. With options like this, I’d be more worried if Jaejoong had said no to all of you.”
They crowed in approval, and Jaejoong playfully rolled his eyes, refusing the sudden barrage of offers of a threesome.
“Shut up, it’s my turn,” Heechul said and waved at Junho who started to refill their glasses. Heechul pondered Yoochun, tapping his chin. “Well, since we were just hearing of threesomes. Consider this my own personal curiosity, but I’ve never been fucked by two dicks at once. Fake or real.”
“That is such a lie,” Jungmo shouted.
“Yeah,” Junsu added as he reached for a shot. “I’ve been in a foursome with you, you slut.”
Heechul stuck his tongue out at him. “Never said I wasn’t in an orgy. Just that I’ve never been fucked by two dicks.”
Junsu stopped with the glass by his lips. “Wait, are we talking double penetrated in the ass or one in the mouth and--”
“Fuck, shut up,” Kangin muttered. “Too many of my friends are fucking gay.”
Heechul rolled his eyes. “Two dicks, in your ass. At least two. Fake or real.”
Junsu nodded and knocked back the shot.
“Why did you even ask?” Junho asked. “It’s not like you haven’t been fucked in both ends.”
“I was clarifying for everyone else.”
Yoochun did not take a shot, but Jaejoong did. “Really?” he said with a grin at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled. “I’m a kinky pain junky.”
“Good to know.”
Changmin huffed as the glasses were filled again. “I have a good one. I’ve never been a trainee for an entertainment company.”
They groaned, but everyone, including Yoochun took a drink.
“You were a trainee?” Minwoo asked.
“Yeah, with JYP about five years ago. But I can’t dance well because of my asthma.”
“We’re learning so many things,” Heechul said. “Next time we’re playing this strip version so I can see him naked.”
“I haven’t seen Yoochun naked,” Jay said.
Jaejoong huffed and took a drink.
“You haven’t seen yourself naked?” Junsu said with a leer.
Yoochun rolled his eyes, but knocked back his shot.
Junsu hummed and said, “I need a good one.”
“And one that isn’t a lie, you fucking man slut,” Heechul said.
Junsu laughed. “Better keep it tame then.” He grinned at Jaejoong. “I do not have my dick pierced.”
“That’s tame?” Kangin shouted.
Jaejoong flipped Junsu off and took a shot, as did Heechul. “You’re supposed to be using this to get to know Yoochun.”
“I am,” Junsu said. “I now know that Yoochun does not have his cock pierced. Your turn, Kangin.”
Kangin shoved Minwoo with his shoulder. “I’ve never fucked Jungwoo’s sister.”
“Oh god, fuck you,” Minwoo said and took a shot. But everyone froze as Changmin leaned forward and did the same.
“Why you fucking--” Jungwoo lunged for Changmin and caught Heechul’s leg, and there was chaos until Junho was able to pull Jungwoo back and extract a promise that Changmin would allow Jungwoo to hit him without him ducking or hitting back when they were both sober for the maximum pain.
“It’s your turn, Minwoo.”
Minwoo turned and stared at Yoochun for a few long moments. “Jaejoong mentioned something, during one of his woe-is-me-Yoochun-is-so-awesome rants, that has me thinking.”
“Should I be worried?” Yoochun asked, shifting a bit closer to Jaejoong.
“Probably,” Jaejoong murmured, drawing more laughter.
Minwoo rolled his eyes. “I’ve never written a song.”
Yoochun lifted an eyebrow and then looked over at Jaejoong. “What did he say that makes you ask that?”
“He called you a musical genius.”
“I don’t know about genius, but ...” Yoochun reached for his shot glass and knocked it back.
“He’s a genius,” Jaejoong said and took his own shot, as did Kangin, Jungmo, Jay and both Kim Twins.
“You didn’t tell them?”
Jaejoong smiled at him. “Of course not. Music is ... personal.”
“You like to write music?” Junsu asked, almost as excited as when they’d been talking sex.
Yoochun nodded. “It’s ... relaxing. Keeps me from going crazy.”
“It could make you rich if you sold me some songs,” Jaejoong said.
“They’re that good?” Junsu asked, eyes wide.
“Better. I want them almost as much as I want him.”
Yoochun smiled and leaned his head against Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Ulterior motive has been revealed.”
“Shut up, you are amazing.”
“Well, amazing boy, if you’re not going to share some music, then it’s your turn,” Junsu said.
Yoochun paused just long enough to kiss Jaejoong’s cheek. He smirked at them all and said, “I’ve never been to a fan meet.”
They all groaned and took their shots, even Changmin who had gone to a couple of fan meets with Jaejoong in the past.
Jaejoong turned and smiled at Yoochun. “Normally with a new person, they’ve had to drink a lot more than the rest of us. You’re doing really well, but you’re going to have to drink on this one.”
Yoochun lifted an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Yeah, because I’ve never left a game of ‘I never’ to go find a room to fuck my boyfriend in.”
Yoochun laughed, and the others protested, but Yoochun took the hint, and he stood up, held out his hand, and pulled Jaejoong to his feet. The others continued to shout at them to not leave, and Junsu crowed about his poor cleaning ladies that had to wash the come out of the blankets.
With a grin and a cocky salute, Yoochun grabbed his shot glass and knocked it back before letting Jaejoong pull him down the hall toward the bedrooms.
“Don’t you dare fuck on my bed,” Junsu shouted.
“We won’t,” Jaejoong shouted back. “I have no idea what I could catch.”
The laughter from the others died as Jaejoong pulled Yoochun into a room and shut the door. He was pressed against it a moment later and then kissed breathless.
“Boyfriend?” Yoochun whispered.
“Sure, want to be now that the Kim Twins have officially approved?”
Yoochun smiled and nodded. “Definitely.”
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Yoochun spent every moment he could with Jaejoong over the next month.
He spent more time kissing and dancing with Jaejoong in his living room. They’d both forgotten for a moment that Jaejoong was famous and had been photographed together coming out of a restaurant.
It was a strange sort of feeling reading netizen comments about yourself.
But it also meant that Jaejoong was not nearly as cautious about inviting Yoochun places. He went to a movie premiere as Jaejoong’s friend. He went out drinking with Jaejoong and his friends, mostly at someone’s house though. He spent way too many nights more than drunk with his head on Jaejoong’s lap and his legs thrown up over Yunho’s thighs, head swimming with alcohol and music twisting through the smoky haze in the room. Almost like a host. But with friends instead of clients.
It was a very surreal experience.
Especially when the fangirls recognized him on the street or when he went shopping. Luckily, they had not discovered where Yoochun lived. Yet. So Jaejoong spent many nights at Yoochun’s. Dancing. Kissing. Cooking. Fucking.
But all of that was relatively normal compared to his new duties at The Music Box. He still schmoozed. He still smiled. He still catered to client’s wishes. Just no longer behind the closed doors. And with his clothes firmly on. His job was about half of what Jinki used to do. He wandered the halls, making sure the boys and the clients were happy. He fetched alcohol and snacks for them. He accepted tips from drunk girls who could not remember the names of their hosts.
Organization. A skill he learned at home. And one that Yoohwan laughed at him for constantly. But it helped with his new position. He was in charge of scheduling the boys and ordering supplies. Knowing where everyone was.
Jinki kept up with monitoring new clients, getting returning clients checked in. He was accepting applications for new hosts and interviewing them. There were only so many boys and still a line of girls out the door who waited to get in. Yoochun stepped outside every now and then and talked to them. Most just wondered if Jaejoong was going to show up, and some wanted selcas with the man who knew Jaejoong. He kind of enjoyed being famous.
With Jinki’s raise in pay and the tips he got even though he wasn’t hosting, he was making almost the same a week as he had before. Last week, he’d made more than usual. He always figured he’d have to take his clothes off more rather than less for more money.
Then again, he was fucking Jaejoong on an almost-daily basis, so technically, he was taking his clothes off more.
Jinki stuck his head out of the office. “Is room seven empty?”
Room seven no longer held the same distaste for Yoochun. Instead of a bed, there were couches, and they used that room for their largests groups.
“There are a few girls in there that have about fifteen minutes left on their paid hour.”
“Perfect. We have a group of eight coming in about a half hour.”
“Alcohol requests?”
Jinki smirked. “Just lots of it.”
Chuckling, Yoochun made his way through the halls to the staff room and beyond that to their kitchen and storage area. He’d rarely gone there as a host, and now he was slowly reorganizing the shelves so it made sense.
He readied a cart of beer, booze, and snacks, and then went back toward Room Seven. Key and Taemin were escorting the girls toward the front, and Yoochun slipped in to clean up the room before their next guests arrived.
“Do either of you need a break?” Yoochun asked when they both returned to gather their jackets. “We have a group of eight coming in.”
“Eight?” Taemin said and huffed. “I’m not sure just the two of us can handle eight.”
“I’m going to stick around,” Yoochun said, “while I can, and then have Minho here as soon as he’s through with his room.”
“Good,” Key said. “Jinki better hire some new blood.”
“He’s planning on it next week, don’t worry.”
“Yoochun-ah!” a very familiar voice called, and Yoochun turned in surprise to look at the group of men coming toward him down the narrow hall, led by Kim Junho with his brother right behind him.
It was silent in the hallway until ...
“Holy fucking shit,” Key said. Not quietly.
It broke the spell, and Yoochun laughed and said hello.
“Jinki said to find you and ask you where room seven is,” Junho said.
Yoochun motioned to the door right behind him. “Right through there, guys.”
“Your boyfriend and Yunho are coming later,” Junsu said, and then stopped in shock when he saw Key. “Wow, this one is pretty. Can I have him?”
Junho chuckled and tugged at Junsu’s arm. “It’s not that kind of club anymore.”
Junsu leered at Key. “Then I guess I’ll have to convince him to go home with me.”
“Holy fuck,” Key gasped.
“That’s the idea,” Junsu said, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him into the room.
A few guys Yoochun did not know followed the Kim Twins into room, smiling at him and saying hello.
“Backup dancers,” Taemin whispered. “Oh god, I’m so in love with Jongin. Fuck. I’m ... fuck.”
Yoochun laughed, and then tried his best not to scowl when Hyunjoong smirked at him. “Good to see you again, Micky. You going to suck on my--”
Heechul shoved him into the room and rolled his eyes toward Yoochun in apology. “We won’t let him get drunk.”
Taemin stared wide-eyed at Yoochun after all their guests had entered the room.
Yoochun laughed. “Go have fun. Show them some of your dance moves.”
“Fucking hell.”
Taemin went into the room, Yoochun stuck his head in just long enough to tell them that he was going to go get some alcohol. Junsu was already plastered to Key’s side, tugging at the colored strands of his hair, and Taemin was nervously bowing at everyone.
Yoochun went back toward the kitchen, stopping only long enough to shout, “Some warning would've been nice!” in Jinki’s general direction. Laughter echoed down the hall.
Part 10: The Game of Life
Part 8: Sexy Games
Part 7: The Game of Music
Part 6: The Confession Game
Part 5: The Dating Game
Part 4: The Telephone Game
Part 3: The Rules of the Game
Part 2: The Getting-To-Know-You Game
Part 1: The Drinking Game
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