yamapea: Curves (1/2)
Title: Curves
Author: yamapea
Pairing(s): Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Junsu/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, the members are transformed into women, and Yoochun and Jaejoong can't keep their hands off of each other.
Warnings: genderswitch, lesbian sex, sex in public places
Word count: 11,092
Disclaimer: DBSK are their own people under the management of SM Entertainment. The portrayals here are fictional and no money is being made.
Author's Note: A million thanks to illuminations for the competitive spirit that helped me to finish this on time, to cmere for the encouragement, support, badgering and betaing, to spurious for the sweet last minute beta, and to reallycorking for reassuring me. :x
"Curve: The loveliest distance between two points." ~ Mae West
Yoochun wakes up to his cell phone ringing.
It's shoved under his pillow, squashed under his arm; stuck where he'd left it when he fell asleep talking to Yunho about touring dates the night before. It takes him a minute to realize that that's where the "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" is coming from, and he groans as he extracts it, presses it up against his face.
"Hello?" he mumbles, groggily.
"Yoochun?" a voice whispers, and Yoochun is too sleepy to be creeped out.
"What?" he says, and then: "Who is this?"
"Listen," a voice he now recognizes as Junsu's says, "have you… touched yourself… this morning?"
Jaejoong shifts in his bed across the room, pushing himself dangerously close to tumbling over the edge and onto the floor, and Yoochun blinks as he watches him with concern.
"Mm what?" he says into the phone. He must be still dreaming, he thinks. Jaejoong looks even more womanly than normal. There's something about the way his t-shirt is falling, the way he's stretched out on the bed, that makes him look like he has breasts.
"Changmin won't leave the bathroom," Junsu whispers. "I don't know what to do."
"Won't leave the…" Yoochun grumbles, still trying to piece together the strange parts of the morning so far, blinking and rubbing his eyes as he gives Jaejoong another glance. "Why are you calling me?"
"Yoochun, look in the mirror," Junsu says, a touch of irritation in his voice now.
Groaning a little, Yoochun reaches over, fumbling for the mirror in his bedside drawer. He can't imagine what this is about, why he has to look in the mirror first thing in the morning, what could be so-
He glances in the mirror; he looks every bit as groggy as he feels. There's nothing remarkable there, no horrible sudden disfigurement (though his new hairstyle is making his hair stand up in strange new ways), but he's just noticed something else. There's something… strange about the way his chest feels against the mattress, under the weight of his body, as he stretches across his bed.
Yoochun has breasts.
He feels a horrible, gut-wrenching fear as he drops his cell phone and slides his hand down, between his body and the mattress, slips his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and finds that his worst fears have come true. Yoochun starts to cry.
*
Yoochun has gone from groggy to frantic in a few minutes, and now he's sitting up, pressing his palms against his chest, feeling his breasts, the soft weight and swell of them heavy in his hands. He can hear Junsu's voice coming out of his phone still, tiny and anxious, but tears are rolling steadily down his face and he can't stop touching himself, feeling the tender curves and angles of his new body.
"Ehh… Yoochun?"
He hears Jaejoong stirring across the room, sleepily mumbling his name as he starts to wake up, starts to wonder why his roommate is sobbing in bed. And then there's a choked shriek of realization, and Yoochun cries harder, knows that Jaejoong thinks he looks like a freak, because he is one! He's grown breasts overnight, he's lost his penis, and he looks like some sort of weird manly girl, and now Jaejoong won't want to stay in his room anymore, and he'll get kicked out of the band, and-
"Oh my god," Jaejoong says, in a whispered, awestruck voice. "I'm… I'm a girl…"
Yoochun glances in his roommate's direction, hurriedly swiping the back of his hand across his face, and sees that Jaejoong is now shirtless and in a similar position-lying on his back, cupping his breasts as he experimentally lets them fall a little to the sides before pushing them together again. He doesn't look terribly upset, though. If anything, Jaejoong just looks curious.
"…Jaejoong?" Yoochun says, quietly, as he crosses his arms over his chest. It's awkward, trying to pretend that he doesn't suddenly have breasts, and he doesn't even know how noticeable they are.
"Yoochun!" Jaejoong says, looking up in surprise, his hands stilling on his breasts. He's blushing a little, and looks away again almost immediately. "What do you think?"
As Yoochun stares at his roommate, watches Jaejoong fondling himself, he can't help but admire how soft and full his breasts look. They're bigger than Yoochun's, larger and rounder somehow, and Yoochun finds it all strangely hot.
Jaejoong shifts his hands, pushing his breasts together to show off his cleavage and frowning a little. "How do you think this happened?"
Before Yoochun has a chance to respond, or even think about formulating a response to that question, the door bursts open with a hurried, useless knock.
Yunho is standing on the threshold, his fist still resting against the door, wearing a strangely bulky sweatshirt for the warmth of their apartment, a tight, uncomfortable look of disapproval on his face.
*
"We have to figure out what to do," Yunho says, nervously pacing.
The other members are all seated around the kitchen table. Changmin, having only recently come out of the bathroom after the members repeatedly assured him that they were all probably much uglier girls than he was, is hugging his knees to his chest, staring at the wall across from him. His eyes are a little red-rimmed, and Yoochun wonders if he should try to comfort him.
Jaejoong looks a little less phased than everyone else, and keeps trying to casually fondle his breasts when he thinks no one is looking. Yoochun thinks that's a little inappropriate, but is somehow unsurprised.
Junsu is staring dejectedly at a women's soccer magazine, as if he's considering a new career.
And that, that is what makes Yoochun's breath catch in his throat, the thought of this all coming to an end, the thought that suddenly all of their lives are over, that they'll no longer be DBSK, that they'll no longer be… like this, like a family.
"Yoochun?" Yunho says loudly, and Yoochun realizes he's been talking this whole time.
Hurriedly, he swipes a hand across his eyes and blinks up at him, as Yunho hunches his shoulders a little in the bulky sweatshirt, trying his hardest to hide the breasts. It's useless though-they're obvious, just like everyone's voices are so obviously girly, just like all of them have soft, slender legs and arms and fingers, just like everyone suddenly has rounder hips and smaller shoulders and other things that are impossible to hide.
"I'm sorry," Yoochun says quietly. "I wasn't listening."
Yunho's face falls a little and he sighs.
"I was just trying to figure out what we should do until our manager gets back. Thank god we don't have any performances or anything for the next few days, but then what? We don't even know if we can still sing, or dance, or-"
"Center of gravity is probably really different," Changmin says, quietly. Everyone glances at him in surprise. He's still staring at the wall, as if he's not talking to any of them.
"He's right," Yunho says, clearing his throat. He's watching Changmin thoughtfully. "I guess we'll just have to wait for our manager to get back and then-"
"Can we get some clothes?" Jaejoong says, and everyone turns a little to stare at him.
"Clothes?" Yunho says, looking a little incredulous.
Jaejoong flushes. "I just feel like there are certain… things we'll need, you know, for… you know, Yunho."
"What do you-oh… like bras?" Yunho says uncomfortably.
Junsu looks up from his magazine at that, a blush stealing across his face. "Are we going to have to go in one of those lingerie stores?"
"We're not getting lingerie," Changmin says, having finally looked away from the wall to stare at Junsu in horror. "Seriously, no."
"It might be a good idea," Yoochun says softly. "And clothes. We can't exactly wear our old clothes. We'll… stretch them out…"
There's a pause as the members consider this.
"Okay," Yunho says calmly. "We should probably get some clothes. We'll have to make sure no one recognizes us, though."
Changmin still looks unhappy as the members head for their rooms, but Junsu is chattering about disguises as Jaejoong whispers to Yoochun about bras, and it seems like DBSK is just going on an exciting adventure, and not preparing for a bizarre life as women.
*
Yoochun is a little skeptical about their disguises now that they're in public. When they'd been getting dressed, it had seemed like a good idea to put on bulky sweatshirts and jackets, to help hide their new bodies, but it's the middle of summer, and it's not exactly cold. Also, they're all wearing dark, oversized sunglasses, which isn't exactly normal behavior once they're actually inside the Women's Secret store. People are sort of staring.
Jaejoong had a little too much fun with his disguise, and can't seem to stop flipping the long blonde hair from the wig he'd dug out of their closet. Yoochun thinks maybe it was part of a skit or something, once. He's starting to wish they hadn't found it-Jaejoong has mentioned blondes having more fun about three times already.
"Um," a salesgirl says, approaching them nervously as they stand gawking at the store around them. "Can I help you?"
Junsu is so red he looks like he might either faint or burst into nervous laughter and Changmin is scowling at a rack of bras across from them like they're personally insulting. Jaejoong smiles and flips a strand of long blonde hair over his shoulder. Yunho offers the salesgirl a tight, apologetic smile.
"We need… some… um… well, I don't think we know what size…"
She's staring at him, her nervously polite smile faltering a little with every word. "What is it you're… looking for?"
"We want to try on bras!" Jaejoong volunteers, helpfully. Yunho shifts uncomfortably. The girl raises her eyebrows and lets her gaze sweep over the members. Yoochun notices her gaze dipping to each of their chests, and Junsu must too, because he nervously hugs himself.
Yoochun clears his throat. "We had an… accident," he says slowly. "Our things were lost…"
The salesgirl's expression instantly changes from suspicious to sympathetic, and Yoochun feels sort of horrific about the lie.
"Well," she says, clasping her hands together. "We'll just have to get you all into dressing rooms right away. We'll get you fitted and all taken care of."
"Fitted?" Junsu whispers, horrified, but the salesgirl takes no notice as she leads them to the curtained off rooms in the back of the store.
*
"I like the one with fringe," Jaejoong says, elbowing Yoochun a little as he picks up a bra from the sales rack. It's black, with quite a lot of feathers hanging off of it like fringe, as if it was meant to be strapped onto a boot instead of a pair of breasts.
Across the store, Junsu has his hand over his eyes as he tries to blindly pick out a lacy white bra. Yunho is laughing as he tries to help him, and Junsu keeps peeking through his fingers and gasping. Changmin is nowhere to be found-he had his fitting first, and Yoochun suspects that he's already fled the store. As soon as everyone finished their fittings, there had been a little comparative competition, and Changmin hadn't bothered to stick around to see who was the biggest.
"Come on," Jaejoong says. "Let's go try them on."
He thrusts a sheer, lacy pink thing in Yoochun's hand, and tugs on his other hand, leading him to the curtained rooms.
"Oh," the salesgirl says when they reach the back. She's paused outside of one of the curtains, eyeing them with some concern. "There's only one room open right now… You could share?"
Yoochun is about to say that he doesn't mind waiting, but Jaejoong doesn't ever drop his hand, just tugs him into the little curtained off space ahead of them, grinning at him once they're inside.
The dressing room is barely large enough for one person, and with the two of them in there, Yoochun isn't sure how they're supposed to move. This doesn't seem to bother Jaejoong though-he's already tugging his sweatshirt up over his head, elbows knocking against the walls of the dressing room as he pulls off his ridiculous wig along with his shirt.
Yoochun's standing very still, clutching the pink lace thing against his chest as he tries to look everywhere but at the now shirtless Jaejoong, tries to not stare at his breasts, tries to not watch the way they bounce and shift as he moves, tossing his sweatshirt and wig on the floor. He tries very hard.
"Yoochun," Jaejoong says, stepping forward, the cowgirl bra in his hand and a puzzled look on his face. There's really no room for him to step, though, and suddenly his breasts are brushing up against Yoochun's hands. Yoochun shifts uncomfortably and swallows.
"What?"
Jaejoong's mouth is open in a tiny circle of surprise, like maybe he hadn't realized what it would feel like to have his roommate's hands brush up against his breasts, or maybe it's something else and Yoochun is the only one who can't stop thinking about it. Whatever the case, the expression vanishes after a moment, and he gestures with the cowgirl bra, still on its hanger.
"I can't figure out this hanger, can you help?"
Yoochun lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and with shaky fingers he passes his bra to Jaejoong as he starts to examine the hanger. It's a normal hanger, and Yoochun doesn't quite get what Jaejoong was confused about, but he's glad to be able to focus on something other than Jaejoong's breasts. After a moment, he's passing the hanger and the bra back to Jaejoong, who is giving him a strange smile.
"Now you," Jaejoong says, smiling wider.
"Now I…" Yoochun starts, but then he realizes what Jaejoong means. Now he's supposed to strip, too. Now he's supposed to take off his sweatshirt so that Jaejoong can stare at his chest too, so that they can try on these ridiculous bras.
Yoochun shifts a little as he tugs on the hem of his sweatshirt, tries not to think about the fact that Jaejoong is watching him as he pulls it up and over the breasts that he hasn't let anyone else see, and over his head. When he drops his sweatshirt to the ground, he expects to see Jaejoong busily putting on his bra, but instead he finds him staring, that same strange little expression of wonder on his flushed face.
Yoochun moves to cover himself, but Jaejoong reaches out, stops him. "Don't," he whispers softly. "You're beautiful."
Something about that makes Yoochun's throat a little tight, like he might cry, and he can't figure out why, but he shrugs, blushing furiously. "We should try these on," he croaks, awkwardly gesturing to the bras in Jaejoong's hands and fighting the urge to cross his arms over his chest.
Jaejoong smiles, holding up the pink thing that he has somehow managed to pry off of its hanger. "You first!"
Yoochun holds out his hand for the bra, but Jaejoong hesitates, blushing. "Can I…?"
He nods, of course, because what can he say to that? Jaejoong wants to put his bra on for him, and it's a hard request to argue with. Yoochun has never exactly put on a bra before; it's not like he knows where any of those hooks and things in the back go, anyway.
Yoochun turns around, and Jaejoong steps up behind him, sliding his arms around Yoochun's waist to dangle the pink thing in front of him. He can feel Jaejoong's breasts pressing against his back, soft and warm, can feel Jaejoong's nipples hard against his skin, and he has to take a deep breath as Jaejoong drags the lace up, starts trying to wrap it around his breasts.
He feels like if he were still a guy he'd be hard by now, the way Jaejoong is rubbing the lace across his breasts, like he's cupping them through the material, fingers brushing over Yoochun's nipples until they're pert and hard against Jaejoong's palms through the lace. He feels weirdly like he needs to squeeze his thighs together. And suddenly he can feel Jaejoong's breath against his neck, in short little puffs of air that make him wonder if Jaejoong feels the same way.
Against his better judgment, he shifts, turning his head to ask him how it's going, and now Jaejoong's breathing against his ear as he gropes him, hands definitely squeezing his tits now, not trying to put anything on, and that is definitely not helping anything.
"Jaejoong-" he says, breathlessly, and then the bra is forgotten and Jaejoong is half-pulling, half-pushing on him to turn him around, not satisfied until he's pulled Yoochun up against him, their tits brushing as Jaejoong crushes his mouth against Yoochun's.
For a moment, Yoochun forgets all about the bras, and the dressing room, and the store, and everything except the way Jaejoong's mouth feels against his, how soft and warm and wet his lips are, the way Jaejoong's palms feel as they slide down his sides and around his waist, how soft and hard and safe and scary this is, all at once. And then there's a voice on the other side of the curtain.
"Are you two alright in there?" the salesgirl asks, and they break apart, flushed and embarrassed and awkward as they mumble that everything is fine, that they don't need any help.
They leave the store a few minutes later, after buying two plain white cotton bras that Yunho handed them as they left the dressing room. Yoochun buys the pink bra when no one is looking, and sneaks it into his bag.
Changmin is waiting for them just outside of the store, looking much less annoyed and clutching two department store bags full of clothing.
Yunho raises an eyebrow. "Find something you liked?"
Changmin blushes a little. "I just looked good in everything I tried on."
Junsu laughs at that, and as they make their way back out to the car, no one seems to notice the distance Yoochun and Jaejoong are putting between each other, how they won't talk to or look at one another. Yoochun starts to wonder if he's just lost a best friend.
*
Yoochun goes to bed early that night, pretending to have a headache as Yunho tries to track down their manager.
"Goodnight," he says, waving vaguely, and Junsu is the only one who really moves to say goodnight. He jumps up from his spot on the couch, slinging his arms around Yoochun in a silly, exaggerated hug, and Yoochun awkwardly pats his back.
"Goodnight, beautiful girl," Junsu says, laughing.
As he pulls away, Yoochun catches Jaejoong watching them, a little frown on his face. It's gone after a second though, and then his attention is back on the magazine in front of him. Yoochun wonders if he imagined the whole thing, and he shuffles back to their room alone.
"Hey," Yunho calls after him, his hand over the mouthpiece of his cell phone. "I'll call you if I find out anything."
Yoochun glances back at him and Yunho smiles. It's a weird little private joke between them lately, that Yunho will call him instead of walking the 30 feet to his and Jaejoong's room at night. Yoochun can't even really remember how it started anymore, but it doesn't really matter.
He turns again, willing himself not to look at Jaejoong this time, and lets himself into their room.
He doesn't know what to do when he gets there. He tries sleeping at first, but just ends up lying awake in bed, thinking about pink lace and a cramped dressing room, and it's too much, too hard. It leaves him feeling a weird mixture of horny and depressed, and he can't exactly go to sleep like that. He decides to take a shower.
It's awkward, walking down the hallway in his pajama pants and t-shirt, awkward to think about how exposed he feels, with his naked breasts under the thin cotton. He's clutching a towel to his chest as he passes the living room, but he still feels their eyes on him, still feels like everyone can see his breasts bouncing along through his shirt, and it's weirdly uncomfortable.
It takes the shower a minute to warm up, but it's nice and hot when he steps under the water. He closes his eyes as he lets it wash over him, feels it stream down over his new body. He thinks about the day, about watching Jaejoong in the morning, the way he was touching his breasts and feeling them in his hands, and suddenly he's thinking about Jaejoong's hands on his breasts, through pink lace. He thinks about the way his fingers felt, about how warm his palms were, about the feel of Jaejoong's body behind his, against his.
He starts touching himself without really thinking about it.
He's thinking about Jaejoong's hands when he slides his palms across his chest, feels how slick his breasts are under the hot water. He's thinking about Jaejoong's breath against his ear when he slides a hand between his legs, thinks about kissing his lips as he slides his fingers against his clit. He imagines that it's Jaejoong's fingers sliding up against him, dipping inside of him, wet from the water and himself. He thinks about fucking his best friend in the shower as he brings himself off under the water, becomes a shaking, gasping, weak-kneed wet mess.
His legs are shaky when he walks back down the hallway in slightly damp pajamas, hugging his wet towel to his chest and hoping that no one will guess that he just masturbated in the shower. When he passes the living room, though, it's just Changmin immersed in a boring-looking book and Yunho sitting in front of a phonebook, looking very stressed. Junsu must have already gone to bed. And Jaejoong must have gone to bed, too.
Yoochun's stomach does a weird flip-flop at that, and he can't tell if he's feeling excitement or dread at the thought of going back to their room.
Jaejoong is sitting on his bed when Yoochun opens the door, not even pretending to be sleepy.
"Hey," he says, eyes wide and nervous. He licks his lips and Yoochun's hand sort of shakes as he closes the door. He imagines Jaejoong saying all sorts of things, saying that this afternoon shouldn't have happened, that he's not sure why it did except that it's confusing for Yoochun to suddenly be a girl, and maybe that's all, that's it, that suddenly he was with a half-naked girl and what else was there to do?
"Hey," Yoochun says slowly, and he doesn't move from the door, doesn't even step towards his bed, just watches Jaejoong.
Jaejoong looks uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than Yoochun can ever remember seeing him when they're alone together. There's a long, silent pause before either of them speaks, and when they do it's at the same time.
"Yoochun, I-"
"I'm sorry about-"
They pause and laugh, and Yoochun ducks his head a little, running a hand through his wet hair as he hangs up his towel. "You go first," he says.
"I didn't mean to… Earlier, I didn't mean for things to…"
Yoochun's heart drops, but he doesn't know why. He should be glad that they're talking, that things will be normal again after all, but he just feels disappointed. He almost feels rejected, which seems ridiculous.
"Oh, I know," he says, even though he didn't. "Same here. It shouldn't have happened."
Yoochun crosses the room and crawls into bed without saying anything else. He can feel Jaejoong's eyes on him the whole time, watching him as he pulls the covers up around him, as he turns off his bedside lamp and stares up at the ceiling.
"Goodnight," Yoochun says, and he closes his eyes against the tears as he pretends to fall asleep.
"Goodnight," Jaejoong says quietly.
*
"No one knows where he is," Yunho says, pacing the kitchen at breakfast the next morning.
Yoochun is watching him thoughtfully over his coffee cup. Changmin and Jaejoong are still sleeping, and Junsu is rummaging in the refrigerator.
"Do you think he's okay?" Yoochun asks, thoughtfully.
Yunho shrugs. "I've called our production company. I've called his sister. I've called everyone I can think of, and no one knows where he is. His phone has been off for the last two days. I'm starting to get worried."
"Hey," Junsu says, from inside the fridge. "Wasn't he supposed to be in Tokyo, working out that Japanese record they want us to do?"
"Yeah," Yunho says, "but I can't reach him at the hotel. I'm starting to get really worried."
"Maybe his phone died and he forgot his charger or something," Yoochun says, trying to ignore the churning in his stomach. He's starting to worry now, too. What if something happened?
"Morning," Jaejoong says, shuffling into the kitchen with a yawn. He smiles and slumps against Yunho in a weird half-hug, and Yunho smiles a little in spite of himself, patting him awkwardly on the head.
Yoochun can't figure out why it makes him feel annoyed, but it does.
"Morning!" Junsu says, kicking the refrigerator door closed behind him. His arms are loaded with eggs and cheese and vegetables, and he's smiling, like he's excited about cooking. "Omelets today! Super healthy Western-style breakfast."
He sets all the ingredients out like he's preparing a small feast, and Yoochun smiles a little at the scene. He doesn't realize Changmin has stumbled into the kitchen until he hears his objection. "Is that really necessary?"
Junsu only grins at him, half-dancing his way across the kitchen to throw his arms around Changmin. "Good morning, sunshine," he says, still smiling.
Everyone laughs, except Changmin.
Jaejoong extracts himself from Yunho and makes his way to the breakfast table, taking the seat beside Yoochun as if nothing is different, nothing is wrong. Soon Changmin and Yunho join them, and it's only Junsu in the kitchen, slaving away over the stove.
"So it looks like this wasn't just a one day thing," Yunho says, cupping his breasts in explanation. "We should probably figure out what we're doing."
There's a pause, and everyone looks a little less cheerful at the reminder. It's not like they can really stay in the public eye like this-who would ever believe that they just woke up this way one day? It still didn't seem possible, even to them.
"I'm sure when our manager gets back, he'll know what to do," Yoochun says. "We'll figure it out."
"Hey!" Junsu calls from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!"
Yoochun jumps up from the table, never once meeting Jaejoong's gaze as he makes his way to the kitchen to help with carrying out the plates.
*
Yoochun is the first to excuse himself from breakfast, but Jaejoong is right behind him when he reaches their room.
"Oh," Yoochun says as he closes the door. "I didn't realize you were already done."
Jaejoong pauses, and gives Yoochun the sort of smile he tends to give fans. It makes Yoochun's chest hurt a little bit.
"I finished right after you."
That doesn't seem all that likely to Yoochun, seeing as Jaejoong still had half of his omelet leftover when Yoochun stood up, and he hates to think about how Junsu would feel about members not finishing the omelets he worked so hard on, but he doesn't say anything except "oh".
"We should get dressed, huh?" Jaejoong says, and Yoochun nods, watches dumbly as Jaejoong crosses the room to their closet. He pulls out two pairs of sweatpants and two t-shirts and tosses one set at Yoochun.
"Practice soon," Jaejoong says, like it needs an explanation, and Yoochun wonders if he had looked confused.
"Right," he says.
He pretends to be focused on getting changed, but just when he's taken his t-shirt off, he catches sight of Jaejoong, topless and fumbling with his new bra. It's one of the white cotton ones that Yunho picked out for them, and Jaejoong doesn't seem to know how to go about putting it on himself.
Yoochun swallows. "Do you need help?"
There's a pause where Jaejoong isn't looking at him and it makes Yoochun want to disappear, but then he's blushing over his shoulder at him, smiling and saying "yes," and Yoochun is beside him before he remembers crossing the room.
Jaejoong slides his arms through the straps, and Yoochun pointedly steps behind him so he won't have a chance to slip up and look at Jaejoong's breasts. It makes sense, though, he thinks. He's supposed to be helping with all of those hooks and things anyway.
"Is it… on and everything?" he asks nervously, almost afraid to touch the cotton, afraid of what he'll do when his fingers are sliding across Jaejoong's back. He doesn't trust himself.
"I… I think so," Jaejoong says, and his voice sounds weird, like he's breathing hard or something, and Yoochun doesn't quite understand why. "Can you… check?"
Yoochun is pretty sure the bottom of his stomach has fallen out. "Check?" he echoes, feeling very far away from all of this. "Do you want me to…?"
"Please," Jaejoong whispers, and just like that it's decided. It's ridiculous to think that Yoochun could ever say no to him.
He slides his arms around Jaejoong's stomach and moves his hands up, over his torso. He knows that he shouldn't, and when his fingers first slide across the soft cotton he knows he's made a mistake, but suddenly Jaejoong's soft, full, round breasts are in his hands, and Yoochun is breathless, hot and wet, and he can feel it all at once.
He can feel Jaejoong's nipples under his palms through the cotton, can feel the weight of his breasts and the warmth of them, and he knows he's made a terrible mistake when he squeezes his thighs together, when he brushes his thumbs across Jaejoong's nipples, when his breath comes out in little short bursts against Jaejoong's neck.
"No," he whispers, and Jaejoong tilts his head, so that he's breathing right up against his ear. "No, I think it's… perfect."
Jaejoong moves fast then, and suddenly, he has Yoochun pressed against the door of the closet, one knee shoved between his legs, and he's kissing him again, as his bra starts to fall off, straps sliding up his arms, the cotton trapped between them.
Yoochun can feel that he's wet, feels desperately like he needs Jaejoong to shove his thigh more firmly up against him, like nothing in the world would be better than Jaejoong's mouth and hands and body against his. Jaejoong shoves his tongue into Yoochun's mouth, and he almost loses it, rocking his hips forward hard, forcing Jaejoong's thigh more firmly up against his crotch. He wonders if it's possible to feel how wet he is through his pajama bottoms.
Jaejoong makes a small noise as Yoochun starts really kissing him back, as he threads his fingers in Jaejoong's hair, pulling him closer, fumbling with the stupid little cotton bra with his other hand. He doesn't know why they ever bothered trying to put it on in the first place, and Jaejoong's tits are so-so round and so-
"Hey," Yunho says, swinging the door open with a formal, useless knock, and just like that they pull apart, start pretending like nothing happened, but Yoochun can tell from his expression that Yunho saw something.
He's standing in the doorway, gaping at the both of them, one fist still raised against the door. "Um," he says. "I just… thought… It's almost time to… leave."
"Right," Jaejoong says, and Yoochun is glad, because he doesn't think he could talk right now if his life depended on it. "We'll be right there."
Yunho nods his head, still looking dazed, and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.
"You should probably lock it next time!" he yells through the wood.
Jaejoong manages to get his bra put on by himself then, and they finish dressing in silence. Yoochun thinks it's probably amazing, the way they can share such a small space and avoid even looking at each other.
*
Part 2
Author: yamapea
Pairing(s): Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Junsu/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, the members are transformed into women, and Yoochun and Jaejoong can't keep their hands off of each other.
Warnings: genderswitch, lesbian sex, sex in public places
Word count: 11,092
Disclaimer: DBSK are their own people under the management of SM Entertainment. The portrayals here are fictional and no money is being made.
Author's Note: A million thanks to illuminations for the competitive spirit that helped me to finish this on time, to cmere for the encouragement, support, badgering and betaing, to spurious for the sweet last minute beta, and to reallycorking for reassuring me. :x
"Curve: The loveliest distance between two points." ~ Mae West
Yoochun wakes up to his cell phone ringing.
It's shoved under his pillow, squashed under his arm; stuck where he'd left it when he fell asleep talking to Yunho about touring dates the night before. It takes him a minute to realize that that's where the "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" is coming from, and he groans as he extracts it, presses it up against his face.
"Hello?" he mumbles, groggily.
"Yoochun?" a voice whispers, and Yoochun is too sleepy to be creeped out.
"What?" he says, and then: "Who is this?"
"Listen," a voice he now recognizes as Junsu's says, "have you… touched yourself… this morning?"
Jaejoong shifts in his bed across the room, pushing himself dangerously close to tumbling over the edge and onto the floor, and Yoochun blinks as he watches him with concern.
"Mm what?" he says into the phone. He must be still dreaming, he thinks. Jaejoong looks even more womanly than normal. There's something about the way his t-shirt is falling, the way he's stretched out on the bed, that makes him look like he has breasts.
"Changmin won't leave the bathroom," Junsu whispers. "I don't know what to do."
"Won't leave the…" Yoochun grumbles, still trying to piece together the strange parts of the morning so far, blinking and rubbing his eyes as he gives Jaejoong another glance. "Why are you calling me?"
"Yoochun, look in the mirror," Junsu says, a touch of irritation in his voice now.
Groaning a little, Yoochun reaches over, fumbling for the mirror in his bedside drawer. He can't imagine what this is about, why he has to look in the mirror first thing in the morning, what could be so-
He glances in the mirror; he looks every bit as groggy as he feels. There's nothing remarkable there, no horrible sudden disfigurement (though his new hairstyle is making his hair stand up in strange new ways), but he's just noticed something else. There's something… strange about the way his chest feels against the mattress, under the weight of his body, as he stretches across his bed.
Yoochun has breasts.
He feels a horrible, gut-wrenching fear as he drops his cell phone and slides his hand down, between his body and the mattress, slips his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and finds that his worst fears have come true. Yoochun starts to cry.
*
Yoochun has gone from groggy to frantic in a few minutes, and now he's sitting up, pressing his palms against his chest, feeling his breasts, the soft weight and swell of them heavy in his hands. He can hear Junsu's voice coming out of his phone still, tiny and anxious, but tears are rolling steadily down his face and he can't stop touching himself, feeling the tender curves and angles of his new body.
"Ehh… Yoochun?"
He hears Jaejoong stirring across the room, sleepily mumbling his name as he starts to wake up, starts to wonder why his roommate is sobbing in bed. And then there's a choked shriek of realization, and Yoochun cries harder, knows that Jaejoong thinks he looks like a freak, because he is one! He's grown breasts overnight, he's lost his penis, and he looks like some sort of weird manly girl, and now Jaejoong won't want to stay in his room anymore, and he'll get kicked out of the band, and-
"Oh my god," Jaejoong says, in a whispered, awestruck voice. "I'm… I'm a girl…"
Yoochun glances in his roommate's direction, hurriedly swiping the back of his hand across his face, and sees that Jaejoong is now shirtless and in a similar position-lying on his back, cupping his breasts as he experimentally lets them fall a little to the sides before pushing them together again. He doesn't look terribly upset, though. If anything, Jaejoong just looks curious.
"…Jaejoong?" Yoochun says, quietly, as he crosses his arms over his chest. It's awkward, trying to pretend that he doesn't suddenly have breasts, and he doesn't even know how noticeable they are.
"Yoochun!" Jaejoong says, looking up in surprise, his hands stilling on his breasts. He's blushing a little, and looks away again almost immediately. "What do you think?"
As Yoochun stares at his roommate, watches Jaejoong fondling himself, he can't help but admire how soft and full his breasts look. They're bigger than Yoochun's, larger and rounder somehow, and Yoochun finds it all strangely hot.
Jaejoong shifts his hands, pushing his breasts together to show off his cleavage and frowning a little. "How do you think this happened?"
Before Yoochun has a chance to respond, or even think about formulating a response to that question, the door bursts open with a hurried, useless knock.
Yunho is standing on the threshold, his fist still resting against the door, wearing a strangely bulky sweatshirt for the warmth of their apartment, a tight, uncomfortable look of disapproval on his face.
*
"We have to figure out what to do," Yunho says, nervously pacing.
The other members are all seated around the kitchen table. Changmin, having only recently come out of the bathroom after the members repeatedly assured him that they were all probably much uglier girls than he was, is hugging his knees to his chest, staring at the wall across from him. His eyes are a little red-rimmed, and Yoochun wonders if he should try to comfort him.
Jaejoong looks a little less phased than everyone else, and keeps trying to casually fondle his breasts when he thinks no one is looking. Yoochun thinks that's a little inappropriate, but is somehow unsurprised.
Junsu is staring dejectedly at a women's soccer magazine, as if he's considering a new career.
And that, that is what makes Yoochun's breath catch in his throat, the thought of this all coming to an end, the thought that suddenly all of their lives are over, that they'll no longer be DBSK, that they'll no longer be… like this, like a family.
"Yoochun?" Yunho says loudly, and Yoochun realizes he's been talking this whole time.
Hurriedly, he swipes a hand across his eyes and blinks up at him, as Yunho hunches his shoulders a little in the bulky sweatshirt, trying his hardest to hide the breasts. It's useless though-they're obvious, just like everyone's voices are so obviously girly, just like all of them have soft, slender legs and arms and fingers, just like everyone suddenly has rounder hips and smaller shoulders and other things that are impossible to hide.
"I'm sorry," Yoochun says quietly. "I wasn't listening."
Yunho's face falls a little and he sighs.
"I was just trying to figure out what we should do until our manager gets back. Thank god we don't have any performances or anything for the next few days, but then what? We don't even know if we can still sing, or dance, or-"
"Center of gravity is probably really different," Changmin says, quietly. Everyone glances at him in surprise. He's still staring at the wall, as if he's not talking to any of them.
"He's right," Yunho says, clearing his throat. He's watching Changmin thoughtfully. "I guess we'll just have to wait for our manager to get back and then-"
"Can we get some clothes?" Jaejoong says, and everyone turns a little to stare at him.
"Clothes?" Yunho says, looking a little incredulous.
Jaejoong flushes. "I just feel like there are certain… things we'll need, you know, for… you know, Yunho."
"What do you-oh… like bras?" Yunho says uncomfortably.
Junsu looks up from his magazine at that, a blush stealing across his face. "Are we going to have to go in one of those lingerie stores?"
"We're not getting lingerie," Changmin says, having finally looked away from the wall to stare at Junsu in horror. "Seriously, no."
"It might be a good idea," Yoochun says softly. "And clothes. We can't exactly wear our old clothes. We'll… stretch them out…"
There's a pause as the members consider this.
"Okay," Yunho says calmly. "We should probably get some clothes. We'll have to make sure no one recognizes us, though."
Changmin still looks unhappy as the members head for their rooms, but Junsu is chattering about disguises as Jaejoong whispers to Yoochun about bras, and it seems like DBSK is just going on an exciting adventure, and not preparing for a bizarre life as women.
*
Yoochun is a little skeptical about their disguises now that they're in public. When they'd been getting dressed, it had seemed like a good idea to put on bulky sweatshirts and jackets, to help hide their new bodies, but it's the middle of summer, and it's not exactly cold. Also, they're all wearing dark, oversized sunglasses, which isn't exactly normal behavior once they're actually inside the Women's Secret store. People are sort of staring.
Jaejoong had a little too much fun with his disguise, and can't seem to stop flipping the long blonde hair from the wig he'd dug out of their closet. Yoochun thinks maybe it was part of a skit or something, once. He's starting to wish they hadn't found it-Jaejoong has mentioned blondes having more fun about three times already.
"Um," a salesgirl says, approaching them nervously as they stand gawking at the store around them. "Can I help you?"
Junsu is so red he looks like he might either faint or burst into nervous laughter and Changmin is scowling at a rack of bras across from them like they're personally insulting. Jaejoong smiles and flips a strand of long blonde hair over his shoulder. Yunho offers the salesgirl a tight, apologetic smile.
"We need… some… um… well, I don't think we know what size…"
She's staring at him, her nervously polite smile faltering a little with every word. "What is it you're… looking for?"
"We want to try on bras!" Jaejoong volunteers, helpfully. Yunho shifts uncomfortably. The girl raises her eyebrows and lets her gaze sweep over the members. Yoochun notices her gaze dipping to each of their chests, and Junsu must too, because he nervously hugs himself.
Yoochun clears his throat. "We had an… accident," he says slowly. "Our things were lost…"
The salesgirl's expression instantly changes from suspicious to sympathetic, and Yoochun feels sort of horrific about the lie.
"Well," she says, clasping her hands together. "We'll just have to get you all into dressing rooms right away. We'll get you fitted and all taken care of."
"Fitted?" Junsu whispers, horrified, but the salesgirl takes no notice as she leads them to the curtained off rooms in the back of the store.
*
"I like the one with fringe," Jaejoong says, elbowing Yoochun a little as he picks up a bra from the sales rack. It's black, with quite a lot of feathers hanging off of it like fringe, as if it was meant to be strapped onto a boot instead of a pair of breasts.
Across the store, Junsu has his hand over his eyes as he tries to blindly pick out a lacy white bra. Yunho is laughing as he tries to help him, and Junsu keeps peeking through his fingers and gasping. Changmin is nowhere to be found-he had his fitting first, and Yoochun suspects that he's already fled the store. As soon as everyone finished their fittings, there had been a little comparative competition, and Changmin hadn't bothered to stick around to see who was the biggest.
"Come on," Jaejoong says. "Let's go try them on."
He thrusts a sheer, lacy pink thing in Yoochun's hand, and tugs on his other hand, leading him to the curtained rooms.
"Oh," the salesgirl says when they reach the back. She's paused outside of one of the curtains, eyeing them with some concern. "There's only one room open right now… You could share?"
Yoochun is about to say that he doesn't mind waiting, but Jaejoong doesn't ever drop his hand, just tugs him into the little curtained off space ahead of them, grinning at him once they're inside.
The dressing room is barely large enough for one person, and with the two of them in there, Yoochun isn't sure how they're supposed to move. This doesn't seem to bother Jaejoong though-he's already tugging his sweatshirt up over his head, elbows knocking against the walls of the dressing room as he pulls off his ridiculous wig along with his shirt.
Yoochun's standing very still, clutching the pink lace thing against his chest as he tries to look everywhere but at the now shirtless Jaejoong, tries to not stare at his breasts, tries to not watch the way they bounce and shift as he moves, tossing his sweatshirt and wig on the floor. He tries very hard.
"Yoochun," Jaejoong says, stepping forward, the cowgirl bra in his hand and a puzzled look on his face. There's really no room for him to step, though, and suddenly his breasts are brushing up against Yoochun's hands. Yoochun shifts uncomfortably and swallows.
"What?"
Jaejoong's mouth is open in a tiny circle of surprise, like maybe he hadn't realized what it would feel like to have his roommate's hands brush up against his breasts, or maybe it's something else and Yoochun is the only one who can't stop thinking about it. Whatever the case, the expression vanishes after a moment, and he gestures with the cowgirl bra, still on its hanger.
"I can't figure out this hanger, can you help?"
Yoochun lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and with shaky fingers he passes his bra to Jaejoong as he starts to examine the hanger. It's a normal hanger, and Yoochun doesn't quite get what Jaejoong was confused about, but he's glad to be able to focus on something other than Jaejoong's breasts. After a moment, he's passing the hanger and the bra back to Jaejoong, who is giving him a strange smile.
"Now you," Jaejoong says, smiling wider.
"Now I…" Yoochun starts, but then he realizes what Jaejoong means. Now he's supposed to strip, too. Now he's supposed to take off his sweatshirt so that Jaejoong can stare at his chest too, so that they can try on these ridiculous bras.
Yoochun shifts a little as he tugs on the hem of his sweatshirt, tries not to think about the fact that Jaejoong is watching him as he pulls it up and over the breasts that he hasn't let anyone else see, and over his head. When he drops his sweatshirt to the ground, he expects to see Jaejoong busily putting on his bra, but instead he finds him staring, that same strange little expression of wonder on his flushed face.
Yoochun moves to cover himself, but Jaejoong reaches out, stops him. "Don't," he whispers softly. "You're beautiful."
Something about that makes Yoochun's throat a little tight, like he might cry, and he can't figure out why, but he shrugs, blushing furiously. "We should try these on," he croaks, awkwardly gesturing to the bras in Jaejoong's hands and fighting the urge to cross his arms over his chest.
Jaejoong smiles, holding up the pink thing that he has somehow managed to pry off of its hanger. "You first!"
Yoochun holds out his hand for the bra, but Jaejoong hesitates, blushing. "Can I…?"
He nods, of course, because what can he say to that? Jaejoong wants to put his bra on for him, and it's a hard request to argue with. Yoochun has never exactly put on a bra before; it's not like he knows where any of those hooks and things in the back go, anyway.
Yoochun turns around, and Jaejoong steps up behind him, sliding his arms around Yoochun's waist to dangle the pink thing in front of him. He can feel Jaejoong's breasts pressing against his back, soft and warm, can feel Jaejoong's nipples hard against his skin, and he has to take a deep breath as Jaejoong drags the lace up, starts trying to wrap it around his breasts.
He feels like if he were still a guy he'd be hard by now, the way Jaejoong is rubbing the lace across his breasts, like he's cupping them through the material, fingers brushing over Yoochun's nipples until they're pert and hard against Jaejoong's palms through the lace. He feels weirdly like he needs to squeeze his thighs together. And suddenly he can feel Jaejoong's breath against his neck, in short little puffs of air that make him wonder if Jaejoong feels the same way.
Against his better judgment, he shifts, turning his head to ask him how it's going, and now Jaejoong's breathing against his ear as he gropes him, hands definitely squeezing his tits now, not trying to put anything on, and that is definitely not helping anything.
"Jaejoong-" he says, breathlessly, and then the bra is forgotten and Jaejoong is half-pulling, half-pushing on him to turn him around, not satisfied until he's pulled Yoochun up against him, their tits brushing as Jaejoong crushes his mouth against Yoochun's.
For a moment, Yoochun forgets all about the bras, and the dressing room, and the store, and everything except the way Jaejoong's mouth feels against his, how soft and warm and wet his lips are, the way Jaejoong's palms feel as they slide down his sides and around his waist, how soft and hard and safe and scary this is, all at once. And then there's a voice on the other side of the curtain.
"Are you two alright in there?" the salesgirl asks, and they break apart, flushed and embarrassed and awkward as they mumble that everything is fine, that they don't need any help.
They leave the store a few minutes later, after buying two plain white cotton bras that Yunho handed them as they left the dressing room. Yoochun buys the pink bra when no one is looking, and sneaks it into his bag.
Changmin is waiting for them just outside of the store, looking much less annoyed and clutching two department store bags full of clothing.
Yunho raises an eyebrow. "Find something you liked?"
Changmin blushes a little. "I just looked good in everything I tried on."
Junsu laughs at that, and as they make their way back out to the car, no one seems to notice the distance Yoochun and Jaejoong are putting between each other, how they won't talk to or look at one another. Yoochun starts to wonder if he's just lost a best friend.
*
Yoochun goes to bed early that night, pretending to have a headache as Yunho tries to track down their manager.
"Goodnight," he says, waving vaguely, and Junsu is the only one who really moves to say goodnight. He jumps up from his spot on the couch, slinging his arms around Yoochun in a silly, exaggerated hug, and Yoochun awkwardly pats his back.
"Goodnight, beautiful girl," Junsu says, laughing.
As he pulls away, Yoochun catches Jaejoong watching them, a little frown on his face. It's gone after a second though, and then his attention is back on the magazine in front of him. Yoochun wonders if he imagined the whole thing, and he shuffles back to their room alone.
"Hey," Yunho calls after him, his hand over the mouthpiece of his cell phone. "I'll call you if I find out anything."
Yoochun glances back at him and Yunho smiles. It's a weird little private joke between them lately, that Yunho will call him instead of walking the 30 feet to his and Jaejoong's room at night. Yoochun can't even really remember how it started anymore, but it doesn't really matter.
He turns again, willing himself not to look at Jaejoong this time, and lets himself into their room.
He doesn't know what to do when he gets there. He tries sleeping at first, but just ends up lying awake in bed, thinking about pink lace and a cramped dressing room, and it's too much, too hard. It leaves him feeling a weird mixture of horny and depressed, and he can't exactly go to sleep like that. He decides to take a shower.
It's awkward, walking down the hallway in his pajama pants and t-shirt, awkward to think about how exposed he feels, with his naked breasts under the thin cotton. He's clutching a towel to his chest as he passes the living room, but he still feels their eyes on him, still feels like everyone can see his breasts bouncing along through his shirt, and it's weirdly uncomfortable.
It takes the shower a minute to warm up, but it's nice and hot when he steps under the water. He closes his eyes as he lets it wash over him, feels it stream down over his new body. He thinks about the day, about watching Jaejoong in the morning, the way he was touching his breasts and feeling them in his hands, and suddenly he's thinking about Jaejoong's hands on his breasts, through pink lace. He thinks about the way his fingers felt, about how warm his palms were, about the feel of Jaejoong's body behind his, against his.
He starts touching himself without really thinking about it.
He's thinking about Jaejoong's hands when he slides his palms across his chest, feels how slick his breasts are under the hot water. He's thinking about Jaejoong's breath against his ear when he slides a hand between his legs, thinks about kissing his lips as he slides his fingers against his clit. He imagines that it's Jaejoong's fingers sliding up against him, dipping inside of him, wet from the water and himself. He thinks about fucking his best friend in the shower as he brings himself off under the water, becomes a shaking, gasping, weak-kneed wet mess.
His legs are shaky when he walks back down the hallway in slightly damp pajamas, hugging his wet towel to his chest and hoping that no one will guess that he just masturbated in the shower. When he passes the living room, though, it's just Changmin immersed in a boring-looking book and Yunho sitting in front of a phonebook, looking very stressed. Junsu must have already gone to bed. And Jaejoong must have gone to bed, too.
Yoochun's stomach does a weird flip-flop at that, and he can't tell if he's feeling excitement or dread at the thought of going back to their room.
Jaejoong is sitting on his bed when Yoochun opens the door, not even pretending to be sleepy.
"Hey," he says, eyes wide and nervous. He licks his lips and Yoochun's hand sort of shakes as he closes the door. He imagines Jaejoong saying all sorts of things, saying that this afternoon shouldn't have happened, that he's not sure why it did except that it's confusing for Yoochun to suddenly be a girl, and maybe that's all, that's it, that suddenly he was with a half-naked girl and what else was there to do?
"Hey," Yoochun says slowly, and he doesn't move from the door, doesn't even step towards his bed, just watches Jaejoong.
Jaejoong looks uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than Yoochun can ever remember seeing him when they're alone together. There's a long, silent pause before either of them speaks, and when they do it's at the same time.
"Yoochun, I-"
"I'm sorry about-"
They pause and laugh, and Yoochun ducks his head a little, running a hand through his wet hair as he hangs up his towel. "You go first," he says.
"I didn't mean to… Earlier, I didn't mean for things to…"
Yoochun's heart drops, but he doesn't know why. He should be glad that they're talking, that things will be normal again after all, but he just feels disappointed. He almost feels rejected, which seems ridiculous.
"Oh, I know," he says, even though he didn't. "Same here. It shouldn't have happened."
Yoochun crosses the room and crawls into bed without saying anything else. He can feel Jaejoong's eyes on him the whole time, watching him as he pulls the covers up around him, as he turns off his bedside lamp and stares up at the ceiling.
"Goodnight," Yoochun says, and he closes his eyes against the tears as he pretends to fall asleep.
"Goodnight," Jaejoong says quietly.
*
"No one knows where he is," Yunho says, pacing the kitchen at breakfast the next morning.
Yoochun is watching him thoughtfully over his coffee cup. Changmin and Jaejoong are still sleeping, and Junsu is rummaging in the refrigerator.
"Do you think he's okay?" Yoochun asks, thoughtfully.
Yunho shrugs. "I've called our production company. I've called his sister. I've called everyone I can think of, and no one knows where he is. His phone has been off for the last two days. I'm starting to get worried."
"Hey," Junsu says, from inside the fridge. "Wasn't he supposed to be in Tokyo, working out that Japanese record they want us to do?"
"Yeah," Yunho says, "but I can't reach him at the hotel. I'm starting to get really worried."
"Maybe his phone died and he forgot his charger or something," Yoochun says, trying to ignore the churning in his stomach. He's starting to worry now, too. What if something happened?
"Morning," Jaejoong says, shuffling into the kitchen with a yawn. He smiles and slumps against Yunho in a weird half-hug, and Yunho smiles a little in spite of himself, patting him awkwardly on the head.
Yoochun can't figure out why it makes him feel annoyed, but it does.
"Morning!" Junsu says, kicking the refrigerator door closed behind him. His arms are loaded with eggs and cheese and vegetables, and he's smiling, like he's excited about cooking. "Omelets today! Super healthy Western-style breakfast."
He sets all the ingredients out like he's preparing a small feast, and Yoochun smiles a little at the scene. He doesn't realize Changmin has stumbled into the kitchen until he hears his objection. "Is that really necessary?"
Junsu only grins at him, half-dancing his way across the kitchen to throw his arms around Changmin. "Good morning, sunshine," he says, still smiling.
Everyone laughs, except Changmin.
Jaejoong extracts himself from Yunho and makes his way to the breakfast table, taking the seat beside Yoochun as if nothing is different, nothing is wrong. Soon Changmin and Yunho join them, and it's only Junsu in the kitchen, slaving away over the stove.
"So it looks like this wasn't just a one day thing," Yunho says, cupping his breasts in explanation. "We should probably figure out what we're doing."
There's a pause, and everyone looks a little less cheerful at the reminder. It's not like they can really stay in the public eye like this-who would ever believe that they just woke up this way one day? It still didn't seem possible, even to them.
"I'm sure when our manager gets back, he'll know what to do," Yoochun says. "We'll figure it out."
"Hey!" Junsu calls from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!"
Yoochun jumps up from the table, never once meeting Jaejoong's gaze as he makes his way to the kitchen to help with carrying out the plates.
*
Yoochun is the first to excuse himself from breakfast, but Jaejoong is right behind him when he reaches their room.
"Oh," Yoochun says as he closes the door. "I didn't realize you were already done."
Jaejoong pauses, and gives Yoochun the sort of smile he tends to give fans. It makes Yoochun's chest hurt a little bit.
"I finished right after you."
That doesn't seem all that likely to Yoochun, seeing as Jaejoong still had half of his omelet leftover when Yoochun stood up, and he hates to think about how Junsu would feel about members not finishing the omelets he worked so hard on, but he doesn't say anything except "oh".
"We should get dressed, huh?" Jaejoong says, and Yoochun nods, watches dumbly as Jaejoong crosses the room to their closet. He pulls out two pairs of sweatpants and two t-shirts and tosses one set at Yoochun.
"Practice soon," Jaejoong says, like it needs an explanation, and Yoochun wonders if he had looked confused.
"Right," he says.
He pretends to be focused on getting changed, but just when he's taken his t-shirt off, he catches sight of Jaejoong, topless and fumbling with his new bra. It's one of the white cotton ones that Yunho picked out for them, and Jaejoong doesn't seem to know how to go about putting it on himself.
Yoochun swallows. "Do you need help?"
There's a pause where Jaejoong isn't looking at him and it makes Yoochun want to disappear, but then he's blushing over his shoulder at him, smiling and saying "yes," and Yoochun is beside him before he remembers crossing the room.
Jaejoong slides his arms through the straps, and Yoochun pointedly steps behind him so he won't have a chance to slip up and look at Jaejoong's breasts. It makes sense, though, he thinks. He's supposed to be helping with all of those hooks and things anyway.
"Is it… on and everything?" he asks nervously, almost afraid to touch the cotton, afraid of what he'll do when his fingers are sliding across Jaejoong's back. He doesn't trust himself.
"I… I think so," Jaejoong says, and his voice sounds weird, like he's breathing hard or something, and Yoochun doesn't quite understand why. "Can you… check?"
Yoochun is pretty sure the bottom of his stomach has fallen out. "Check?" he echoes, feeling very far away from all of this. "Do you want me to…?"
"Please," Jaejoong whispers, and just like that it's decided. It's ridiculous to think that Yoochun could ever say no to him.
He slides his arms around Jaejoong's stomach and moves his hands up, over his torso. He knows that he shouldn't, and when his fingers first slide across the soft cotton he knows he's made a mistake, but suddenly Jaejoong's soft, full, round breasts are in his hands, and Yoochun is breathless, hot and wet, and he can feel it all at once.
He can feel Jaejoong's nipples under his palms through the cotton, can feel the weight of his breasts and the warmth of them, and he knows he's made a terrible mistake when he squeezes his thighs together, when he brushes his thumbs across Jaejoong's nipples, when his breath comes out in little short bursts against Jaejoong's neck.
"No," he whispers, and Jaejoong tilts his head, so that he's breathing right up against his ear. "No, I think it's… perfect."
Jaejoong moves fast then, and suddenly, he has Yoochun pressed against the door of the closet, one knee shoved between his legs, and he's kissing him again, as his bra starts to fall off, straps sliding up his arms, the cotton trapped between them.
Yoochun can feel that he's wet, feels desperately like he needs Jaejoong to shove his thigh more firmly up against him, like nothing in the world would be better than Jaejoong's mouth and hands and body against his. Jaejoong shoves his tongue into Yoochun's mouth, and he almost loses it, rocking his hips forward hard, forcing Jaejoong's thigh more firmly up against his crotch. He wonders if it's possible to feel how wet he is through his pajama bottoms.
Jaejoong makes a small noise as Yoochun starts really kissing him back, as he threads his fingers in Jaejoong's hair, pulling him closer, fumbling with the stupid little cotton bra with his other hand. He doesn't know why they ever bothered trying to put it on in the first place, and Jaejoong's tits are so-so round and so-
"Hey," Yunho says, swinging the door open with a formal, useless knock, and just like that they pull apart, start pretending like nothing happened, but Yoochun can tell from his expression that Yunho saw something.
He's standing in the doorway, gaping at the both of them, one fist still raised against the door. "Um," he says. "I just… thought… It's almost time to… leave."
"Right," Jaejoong says, and Yoochun is glad, because he doesn't think he could talk right now if his life depended on it. "We'll be right there."
Yunho nods his head, still looking dazed, and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.
"You should probably lock it next time!" he yells through the wood.
Jaejoong manages to get his bra put on by himself then, and they finish dressing in silence. Yoochun thinks it's probably amazing, the way they can share such a small space and avoid even looking at each other.
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Part 2