Falling Hard Over You [1/4]
Title: Falling Hard Over You
Summary: He didn’t mind his roommate’s friends, but out of all of them, it was Kim Jaejoong he hated the most, all because unlike the rest of them, Jaejoong was actually fuckable.
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance, Humor, Smut
Rating: NC17
Length: Chaptered
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Behind the kitchen counter with a bowl of dry cereals in his hand, Yunho stood with a scowl on his face as he watched them.
“Who the fuck colors their hair blond?” He grazed his tongue on the back of his teeth in irritation as he eyed their guest for the night; their guest who was heartily laughing with the back of his hand covering his mouth, his other hand holding onto a bowl of jiggae. Jiggae, which scent has been wafting across the flat.
Tsch.
He really couldn’t understand why his roommate had such a fondness for the golden haired man lounging on the couch. The couch he bought.
It was Friday night. He had planned on sitting back on his couch, relaxing while watching a football game and drinking some beers, but now he couldn’t, thanks to blondie. It wasn’t like he didn’t like sharing or anything; it’s just that when that guy was around, he felt almost obliged to get the hell out of the same room.
It was normal having people hang out in their flat, guests can be loud, drunk, and unreasonably sexually active, and it was fine. He didn’t mind his roommate’s friends, but out of all of them, it was Kim Jaejoong he hated the most. All because, unlike the rest of them, Jaejoong was actually fucking… fucking… fuck… fuckable. He did have delicious looking skin, his lips would probably taste like cherries and he had that naughty little tongue that would always just slip past his mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he turned away from the two other people in the room.
He headed towards the fridge to get the final, ingredient for his supper. He took a look only to find out there wasn’t any milk in the stash. “Shit,” he whispered another curse before he slammed the fridge door close.
“YOOCHUN!”
His roommate came long seconds after, with his fringe messy, his flimsy grey shirt hanging loosely on his shoulder blades. “What?” he asked with an irritated tone.
“Where’s the milk?”
“It’s in the fridge, idiot. You called me here to ask that?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Well, there’s none there”
“Then we probably don’t have some anymore,” Yoochun instantly broke into a smile and crossed his arms.
“Oh that’s fucking great.” His roommate amusedly watched him look around the pantry. “You know a bowl of milk and cereal is the only thing I can make.”
Yoochun gave a small laugh and slung his arm around him. “Yunho, Yunho, Yunho, Jaejoongie made some delicious jiggae and deokkbokki. You sure you don’t want to eat with us?” he badgered.
“No.”
“We both know you’re lying.” He gave out a dark, teasing grin and ran his hand across Yunho’s chest “You’ve always wanted a taste of Jae-”
“Stop it Chun!”
“Stop what?” A third voice interrupted them and Yunho could only swallow his own spit at the sight of the blond before them. His hair was ruffled, his doe eyes were looking curiously at them, his lips were curved into half a smile and his tongue, God, his tongue, had just peeked out of his mouth again.
“I was just telling Yunho to eat with us, Jae,” Yoochun smiled.
“Why don’t you? I made enough for everyone”
Jaejoong flashed a smile and Yoochun sneakily pinched Yunho’s nipple as a joke. Yunho pushed his roommate off him. “Fuck you,” he whispered low enough for only Yoochun to hear.
“I’m going to 7-Eleven for beef jerky and a smoke,” he said before he walked out, leaving a confused Jaejoong and a laughing Yoochun.
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“Yunho hyung, what happened last night? You look horrible!”
Yunho walked in the kitchen with a bad mood. He glared at Junsu, the third of their room pact trio. He sat on a stool with a plate of bacon and complained when Yunho went to him and took a piece.
Junsu groaned in annoyance. “But seriously, hyung, did you even sleep? You look exhausted.”
“He stayed up all night jerking off to Jae,” Yoochun, who was on the other side of the table, teased with a smirk, before he took a bite from his bagel.
“Shut up, forehead,” Yunho threw him a piece of half eaten bacon. Having a wet dream about Jaejoong wasn't necessarily equivalent to jerking off to him, right? It's as embarassing, considering he wasn't a hormonal teenager anymore, but he doesn't think it's his fault that his brain has images of Jaejoong moaning underneath him in his sleep..\
“Whoa whoa! That’s a waste of good food right there!” The three of them turned their heads to the tall man who’d just walked in. He was only wearing a towel and his hair was still wet.
Shim Changmin, the snarky tall boy who had the metabolism of a cheetah, was Junsu’s classmate from college. They were both in their senior year. He was supposedly the fourth in renter in their apartment, but the rich kid had his own loft. Instead, he'd spend most of his nights crashing in.
“You know Min, you might as well pay rent here” Yunho eyed Changmin as he took a seat and grabbed Junsu’s plate of bacon away from him.
“Nobody seems to mind,” he said, almost inaudibly between the bacon crunching in his mouth. He looked at Yoochun, who merely shrugs and Junsu who simply gives a thumbs up, “What? He does half of my homework.”
“Yea, okay. You eat our groceries away, you use our shower, and my towel, and you take up bandwidth for downloading porn. You’re lucky I don’t keep tabs”
“Jeez, hyung, did you wake up with a stick up your ass or something?” Changmin answered before he took another handful of bacon.
“It’s because he spent the night jerking off to Jae”
“I told you to shut up Yoochun!”
“What? Just admit you have the hots for my best friend. It’ll be good for you,” he pointed at him with his butter knife.
“Chun, the guy owns a coffee shop, he writes songs, he lived with eight sisters growing up, he sends texts with a bazillion emojis and he collects elephants. Last night, he came in here with blond hair. He has a cat. Named Jiji. Do you know what that means in Chinese?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes, “No, but I do know what being sexually frustrated means. And see, you already know tons about him...and you haven’t even slept with him yet”
“I’m not sleeping with him.”
“Obviously you’re not. But you want to.”
Yunho only flicked his tongue. “I wish you brought home girls instead, that way I could bed them after you're done.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Jung, I do bring home girls. And besides, even if Jaejoong was a girl, you still wouldn't have the balls to sleep with him...her...whatever.”
Junsu and Changmin snickered. “Hyung, there’s nothing wrong liking Jae. Watch out for competition though, half of his customers want to get in his pants.”
Yunho moaned in complaint and walked out of the kitchen. God, he hated his roommates.
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It was a lazy afternoon in the cafe. The influx of customers from the lunch rush had died down and the sun was at its highest point. It was a considerably hot and busy day, which was why people were either not up for a warm cup of coffee or too busy to grab one.
There were only a handful of regulars lounging around the shop, a few students reviewing for exams, a couple sharing Jaejoong’s famous Rum Cake, a middle aged man late on catching up to the morning paper.
On the farthest corner, Changmin and Yunho were sitting down, each with their own iced caramel macchiato. Changmin was busy reading on Machiavelli, while Yunho was fiddling around with his iPad.
“His boyfriend looks like he could be a stripper by night” Yunho said to Changmin as he watched the shop owner flirt with his lover by the counter.
“Yunho, the man is a doctor, he makes tons of cash and he’s actually incredibly intellectual and handsome. He looks anything but indecent.” Changmin replied without sparing a glance away from his book.
“Fine. He looks like a sugar daddy then.”
“Hyung, you’re just jealous because the guy is an MD and you’re only half way through your law degree and without security that a firm would actually want to hire a bum like you.”
“Hey, when I get my degree, I’ll be making more money than you, Junsu and Yoochun put together. And besides, I doubt he’s even a real doctor, I mean, what kind of doctor takes a break in the middle of the after noon just to go canoodling with his boyfriend? Ten bucks says he’s a faker. ”
When his companion didn’t reply, Yunho only continued, “Also, did you notice how that guy never even eats anything from here? He probably thinks the place is too cheap for his rich ass. And how old is he anyway? He looks too old for Jaejoong.”
Changmin finally put his book down and looked at Yunho with sardonic eyes. “Okay, just because he fucks your crush on his expensive duvet, doesn’t mean you can whine about him while I’m studying.”
“Seriously, Min? Did Yoochun plant a chip in your brain or something? You’re starting to speak like him.”
“We speak the truth.” Changmin went back to his book.
Yunho watched Jaejoong as he continued talking to the man by the counter. The blond’s thin red sweater slipped past his shoulders as he played around with the short hair along his ear. He occasionally laughed and bit his lips while he listened to the doctor.
Jaejoong spared a short glance to Yunho’s direction and let out a shy smile. “Boring,” he mouthed. Yunho could never understand how Jaejoong treated him so casually warm at times. He breathed in and leaned his head on the sofa.
“I can’t believe I spend most of my time here with you guys.”
“You love us hyung, plus, you’re too broke to pay for your own coffee elsewhere.”
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Jaejoong couldn’t hold in a smile as he watched Yunho tap his fingers distractedly on his iPad; he couldn’t stand ten seconds of keeping his concentration on the thing. The man was always amusing when bored, Jaejoong thought.
“Babe, are you even listening to me?”
The shop owner snapped out and looked at his boyfriend for four months. Jaejoong rolled his eyes playfully and smiled, “Yes I know, I know, it’s your third time telling me about that lady you saved from drowning in Jeju Island.”
He sighed and tucked Jaejoong’s hair. The shop owner felt a little guilty at the downcast look his boyfriend was giving him. “I’m sorry,” he said as he took his hand.
“Why don’t we go out for tonight, Jae? There’s this new place I’ve been wanting to try out.”
Jaejoong bit his lip and scratched the back of his head, “I…uhm…I kind of have this thing with Chunnie tonight. We’re writing this song and it’s almost done. You should listen to it. I really worked hard on the melody and he’s really good with writing lyr-“
His boyfriend cut him off with a kiss, “It’s okay Jae, we’ll have next time.” He wordlessly stepped out.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong whispered one more time before he spotted Yoochun standing just right behind the space where his boyfriend left.
“You know I never liked him, right?” the shop owner only shook his head.
“Cafe Latte?” Jaejoong asked. Yoochun just nodded before he left to move to Changmin and Yunho’s spot.
“Work sucks” Yoochun groaned just as he slumped down on the vacant lounge chair.
“At least you have a real job” Changmin briefly took his eyes off his book and glanced at Yunho.
“Shut up, Min. Cross checking legal documents is a real job”
“Well, yea, but you work on it online for like 3 hours a day”
“Hey, I’m finishing law school. At least I’m earning my own money. You get yours from mommy and daddy.”
Just before Changmin could make a comeback, Jaejoong came by and laid down the cup of coffee from his hands. He took a seat by Yunho, the only space available.
“You know Jae, if he really wants to spend the night with you, we can always just meet tomorrow or something,” Yoochun offered as he took a sip from his Café Latte.
“No. It’s fine. He said we’d do it some other time. I’m in the mood to hang out tonight. I’ll bring dinner again, that is, if Yunho doesn’t mind.”
“I don’t mind”
Yoochun opened his mouth half in amusement and half in shock. “You should finally eat with us; Jae makes wicked jiggae”
“Can’t. I’ll be out”
“Hanging out at 7-eleven again?”
“No. I have a date.” Yunho said. He looked at Yoochun.
Liar, he could hear his roommate’s thoughts in his own mind. Then he glanced at Jaejoong who suddenly wore a frown. Yunho wondered if maybe it was becuse he wouldn't be able to try out his food tonight. Then he decided he was probably imagining things.
He heard Jaejoong sigh, and the next thing he knew, the blond’s head was resting on his shoulder. They weren’t really friends, but the small acts of affection, it was a Jaejoong thing. It’s not like he never did it to the other three.
Yunho could feel Jaejoong’s steady breaths on his neck and smell the cinnamon he’d use on the tarts. It was actually snug. Now. if only he could fucking stop his pants from feeling so damn tight.
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Seven days of social suicide and brain torture were finally over. Final exams for the semester have come to an end.
Yunho thought he'd be able to celebrate and lift his spirits up after his last test for the term, but instead, he was still feeling like crap. He walked with his hands tucked in his coat pockets as he stalked away from the university. His mind kept cursing him for not bringing the car. Their apartment was still a few blocks away and all his body wanted was a cool swig from a beer bottle and a nice long bath.
He made his way along a few streets hoping that Junsu would miraculously show up with his ride and give him a lift home. Although he doubted it; the guy’s probably still playing some soccer with the college team.
He sighed and looked up the dark sky. Just when he thought his long walk couldn’t get any more miserable, a loud thunder came from the clouds and soon, rain started falling hard.
“Damn it” he muttered to himself, as he felt water fall on his skin. He pulled out an umbrella and just as he finally got some shade from the rain, two speedy cars driven by some frat kids passed him and even splattered a bit of water on his pants. By the looks of it they were car, happy hour drunk, junkies celebrating the end of exam week by having a street race. It wasn’t unusual from their university.
“Hope you crash,” he breathed out in irritation. He really couldn’t wait to get home now.
Yunho briefly wondered if Yoochun planned something out for tonight. His roommate loved celebrating the end of exams when they were still undergraduates. Now that Yunho was back studying in law school and Junsu and Changmin were on their final year, Yoochun said he’d want to resume their tradition. It usually involved going to a club, and occasionally some good unattached sex that he wouldn’t remember in the morning, no thanks to a hangover.
Then he thought of the blond and wondered if he would come along. Shit. He would probably look hot wearing a clubbing outfit. Yunho has never seen him dance either, except for his rare crack moves when he and Yoochun were drunk and singing some karaoke in the living room, but even then he knew Jaejoong’s hips could do wonders.
For a moment a mental image of the blond dancing under the dim lights, with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, crossed his head. His skin would glisten in sweat and that tongue would even be more sinful as he arched his neck to the music.
Yunho rubbed his thoughts away. And when he was about to take his mind completely off Jaejoong, he found himself in the curb of his café. He considered visiting for a second to see if Changmin or Yoochun was there, maybe he could get a ride home.
He never got to thank Jaejoong either, for the jiggaes (which he finally got to taste) he made over the nights he'd been too busy to actually remember eating.
When Yunho was about a few meters away from the shop the door opened, and from the moment he saw Jaejoong sulkily walking out the shop without an umbrella, he immediately knew something bad was going to happen.
He glanced by the intersection and saw the same two cars that just passed by him earlier.
His breath tensed as he watched the stop light timer. “No way”
7…6…
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Jae!” he screamed out but the other didn’t even lift his head from looking at the ground. The blond continued walking, completely unaware of the two cars waiting to go at full speed.
5...4…
“Fuck,” with a drop of adrenaline and panic, Yunho sprinted towards Jaejoong as fast as he could.
3…2…
Green.
The cars revved up their engines, and flew by, not even minding the man by the edge of the walkway. Yunho made it just in time to tackle Jaejoong off the street. They skidded down the sidewalk; the cars barely missed them. Jaejoong felt the swift breeze from the hurtling vehicles. The sound of the car engines faded fleetingly. He turned his head and stared down the road where the two figures swiftly disappeared.
He almost died.
Lying on the wet walkway, with his breath heavily, heaving from his chest, Jaejoong couldn’t even say a word. He felt his throat dry. His mind was hazy and all he could do was stare at Yunho who was straddling him and shaking his shoulders desperately. Yunho’s hair was drenched and his lips were bleeding. The blond could swear he’d never seen someone so worried in his life.
“What the fucking hell were you thinking Jae?!”
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A/N: This was very losely inspired from the song Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop.
I just couldn't get this out of my mind. It's a two shot, and I promise to update really soon. If I don't update within 5 days, you have permission to shoot me. Lol.
I hope you guys like it. :)