The Thin Line Between Love & Hate 5/?

[hydraheiress]

i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. character/pairing: yunjae, yoochun, junsu, heechul, siwon
iii. genre: romance, humor, drama, fluff, hurt/comfort, highschool
iv. length: chaptered|series
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: Yunho hated everything there was to Jaejoong's existence. Or did he really?
vii. chapters: [01] | [02] | [03] | [04] |



chapter five

"Oh fuck, dammit! Where are my keys?" Yunho cursed as he rummaged through his bag. They were standing in front of his house.

Jaejoong's arms were crossed against his chest as he continued to give Yunho a plaintive look. After knowing that the other man was the reason for the poor state that his car was in, Jaejoong had every right to be upset. Well, at least he tried to be upset.

But for some twisted, unfathomable reason, he felt almost giddy instead, as he thought about how Yunho would go through all lengths just to spend more time with him. Sure his tires were slashed but it resulted in Yunho taking him home, and to be honest, he kind of liked riding him - Jaejoong flushed, mentally kicking himself at how perverted he sounded. He meant riding with him, dammit!

"Argh! What the hell am I thinking again?" Clutching tiredly at his head, Jaejoong groaned. "This is not funny anymore."

He knew he should be pretty damn pissed off right now. Yunho had kissed him without permission after all, claimed him as his lover during his episode of colliding against a wall and passing out in the middle of lunch, had given their schoolmates the impression that they were together in a romantic level during their P.E class.

But then again, there was the fact that he gave him one damn awesome handjob in the school's parking lot. Not that he was ever going to tell Yunho that he more than liked whatever it was that happened between them of course.

It was a situation that by the way was confusing him like fuck. Growing up, he has had many admirers, boys and girls alike. It wasn't the first time that someone tried to make a move on him. The lustful stares, the meaningful smiles and touches from people that he considered friends, it always made his skin crawl. The feel of their hands always disgust him, causing for the bile to rise up his throat.

And yet now with Yunho; why did it feel so damn different?

Instead of hating it, he found himself wanting more of his touches and kisses. What was it about him that he just couldn't find the strength to say no to? Jaejoong already figured out that when it came to him, Yunho seemed to have a soft spot. If he was going to be practical, he knew that he could break this off with the other guy whenever he pleased and Yunho would just have to deal with it.

So why was he still sticking around? Acting like he hated every minute he spent time with Yunho when the truth was- he sighed. The more he was with him, the more he felt that he was slowly and surely loosing himself. But he guessed he didn't really have much of a choice. Because as much as he hated to accept it, he was gonna be stuck with this guy for two more days. He could just hope that he'd manage to not go bat shit crazy within the given time period.

"Damn it, I think I left it inside the house." Yunho groaned as he turned to Jaejoong. There was a possibility that his keys were indeed inside considering he had the tendency to be forgetful when it came to his things. "I'm going to get a spare. You wait here and stay-"

"You can't except me to wait outside your house alone in this time of night." Jaejoong cut him off with narrowed eyes.

"I'm only going to take a minute to get a spare key. Auntie's place is just at the opposite side of the street."

"Auntie?" Jaejoong curiously asked. From what he remembered in Yunho's background, he didn't have any relatives left.

"It's my friend's parents." Yunho replied, a surprised smile painting his lips at how suddenly natural it was to label Yoochun as his friend, when it had only been just a few weeks ago that he couldn't stand his stalkerish behavior. "You know, Park Yoochun."

Jaejoong's fingernails dug into his open palms at the mentioned name and Yunho's fond smile, his expression turning sour.

"Yoochun ah's parents are like my guardians in a way." Yunho shrugged then looked at Jaejoong with a sigh. "You wanna come?"

Jaejoong nodded with a fierce scowl. "Take me with you."

He refused to acknowledge that bitter feeling that was beginning to coil around his chest. It was uncomfortable and he just wanted to make it go away. They were just good friends! So why was he getting all effected and emotional again? He grunted. This sucks!

After fetching the spare key, with a lot of gushing from Yoochun's parents about how much of a beautiful boy he was, and throw in a few admiring looks that he was getting from Yoochun's sister who didn't seem intent to stop telling him "Oppa, you're so pretty!" as she practically clung to his arm like a squealing leech, they quickly left the place to go to Yunho's own house.

It didn't take less than five minutes into the kitchen where Jaejoong helped himself to a glass of water when Yunho flung him around and pinned him against the kitchen table, claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss, hands creeping under his shirt, seeking skin.

This was exactly the reason why he needed the time, to think alone, by himself! He felt like he was going to drown soon from Yunho's ministrations.

Jaejoong braced his arms on his shoulders and tried to push him off, but Yunho was relentless as he devoured his mouth, tongue grazing every inch of his warm cavern at the same time that his hand drifted to his exposed chest. Yunho rolled his left nipple with a thumb, pulling a harsh gasp from his lips. Jaejoong's body quivered in pleasure, flames igniting on his flesh. And just like that, he forgot the things he had been feeling confused about in a millisecond.

Because in that moment with their bodies pressed close and hot breaths mingling, it became painfully clear how much he wanted this.

"Y-Yun- agh!" His moans resounded in the silence of the room as Yunho pinched his erect nubs and ground their groins together. He was getting lightheaded, though he didn't know whether it was from the lack of oxygen or from Yunho's sinful hands and lips. His mind, heart and body was suddenly banding together against him in a desperate need to reciprocate Yunho's actions. Even if he tried, he knew he didn't have the needed strength to fight against what he knew deep inside his heart was what he wanted.

Temporarily leaving all logic behind, Jaejoong gave in to his desires. He might end up banging his head against a wall later for his stupidity again. But in that very spot, with Yunho against him, kissing him with so much intensity and passion as his hands wandered all over his body, like he was marking him, claiming him for his own, Jaejoong really couldn't fucking care less.

Because for the very first time, he felt like someone truthfully and genuinely wanted him. Not the child prodigy or the ever perfect student, the gentle council president who was not allowed to be angry or downhearted for the sake of the student body.

Jaejoong was aware that he had tons of admirers, but none of them was like Yunho.

He didn't look at him as someone to be paraded around like a trophy friend.

Yunho wanted him, simply as Kim Jaejoong. He didn't give a shit about Jaejoong's perfect facade, in fact Yunho seemed to take great pleasure in seeing sides to himself, no matter how rotten it was, that was anything but perfect and still accept him for it.

How long had he craved for someone to want him like this? Quite possibly too long.

Cupping Yunho's face, Jaejoong tilted his head to have better access as he began kissing back, the temptation of the beautiful mouth and the feel of the smooth skin against his own, effectively pushing all of the remaining logic he still had inside his mind.

Yunho's left hand curled around the back of his neck while the other one grabbed at his legs, spreading them open as he pressed himself further into Jaejoong's constricting jeans. Jaejoong moaned into their joined mouths upon feeling Yunho's hard on poke at his inner thigh. It was overwhelming and yet it wasn't enough. He hooked his legs firmly around Yunho's waist as the intensity of the bruising kiss took up a notch. Soon they were writhing against his each other, tongues and teeth battling in heated dominance.

Shortly after they broke apart for air, a mere inch separating their slicked lips.

Jaejoong searchingly looked into Yunho's hooded eyes. The need and desire in them as strong as his own. And there was something else in those almond orbs as well, an emotion that made his heart ache. Somehow, Yunho looked like a broken doll. "Yunho ah."

His words were cut short when Yunho swooped down and sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. "Ngh." Jaejoong whimpered, clutching at the cotton fabric of Yunho's shirt, feeling like his chest was going to burst with the myriad of emotions warring inside of him. He was running out of air. It was like his heart was swelling up, crushing his windpipe.

Why was it so easy to get lost in Yunho? He couldn't think of a reason. But maybe he did know the answer to his question. He just didn't have the courage to face the reality of his feeling as of yet; because the truth was, Jaejoong was afraid of giving his heart to anyone.

His parents had all of his unconditional love for so many years and yet, they never bothered to give him a second glance. And every time he was ignored, though Jaejoong kept telling himself that it was okay, it still cut deep. With this pain, he vowed to never get emotionally attached. In a way, the perfect facade was his defense mechanism. He could be friends with everyone, but he would be too perfect, unattainable, likened to the clouds in the sky. They would never reach Jaejoong, nor will they be able to hurt him.

But Yunho broke down his facade first with his glares, then came the insufferable smirk and before Jaejoong knew it, his kisses and touches suddenly became his drug. Yunho easily tore down the walls that he had painstakingly built all throughout the years.

"She shouldn't have touched you like that." Yunho murmured against his neck, hot breath ghosting over his flushed skin.

The misery in the other's voice caught him off guard. "W-what?"

The feelings of lust vanished and Jaejoong's world was put to a standstill. The desire was still there, making his heart pound but something in Yunho's voice was enough to clear his pleasure clouded mind.

Yunho wrapped his arms around him, nearly crushing him with his grip. Hearing the near-silent cry, Jaejoong's heart clenched. "I couldn't stand watching her touching you." Yunho admitted, voice breaking as his hold on Jaejoong tightened.

In the past, he had been good in convincing himself that it didn't matter. He would keep chanting in his head that he hated Jaejoong with all that there was to his existence. But the truth was, it was plain torture to see him being surrounded by people that wasn't him.

He would always be angry yes, punching a wall until his hands bled, but Jaejoong would never even know his name; would never be able to comprehend how much he was needed, loved, in Yunho's own way. And try as he might in wanting to tear off the arms that were slung around Jaejoong's shoulders or the eyes that kept staring at him with something more than just admiration, or the smiles that had another meaning, he was but an observer from afar, always reduced to watching at a distance, dealing with his pain.

But not now. Not when he finally had Jaejoong within his reach. Not when he had tasted what heaven felt like. He wasn't about to let some girl or boy have the smallest inkling of a chance in taking him away.

"I couldn't stand it." He knew he sounded pathetic. But there was nothing he could do stop the misery in his heart. Seeing Yoochun's sister cling to Jaejoong, it was already choking him.

Jaejoong's gaze softened. It didn't take a genius to know the reason why Yunho was suddenly burying his face on his neck, sounding anything but the tough Jung Yunho resident bad boy and former gang leader that he was. He developed the urge to smack himself in the head.

"Yunho-yah, it's okay." he cooed as he began to rub gentle soothing circles on Yunho's back. It had only been several minutes ago that he had thought of leaving Yunho, abandoning this stupid project and the feelings the other man obviously had for him. But how could he possibly do that now? It was painfully apparent how much Yunho felt for him, that the sight of him being smothered even by Yoochun's sister, had him exploding in jealousy then breaking down in despair.

Yunho's feelings for Jaejoong were crystal clear, while Jaejoong- he wasn't quite ready yet to face his own. But at this point he was already certain of one thing. He was going to try and be nicer to the other man.

Judging from his background, he never had friends. Yoochun was already a friend by default because they were neighbors but other than him, there had been no one. And in school, as Jaejoong thought about the harsh words that his fellow students had said about Yunho, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Nobody ever wondered why he became the way he was. Everyone had been so easy to judge.

Then again, no one ever went out of their way to try and understand. But he was different. He had been given a chance to see a side of Yunho that no one has ever been able to see. And he wanted to know him better. He could start that by being friends.

As he continued to give Yunho's back soothing circles, the other man suddenly tensed in his embrace. Yunho pulled his face and body from Jaejoong's frame, his eyes wide, startled. Jaejoong had a notion that Yunho might be feeling embarrassed beyond belief.

A smile flitted Jaejoong's lips.

Yunho's eyebrows knitted into a frown. Rubbing his misting eyes with the back of his hand, he sneered. "What are you smiling at?"

That sneer wasn't really that intimidating anymore. Jaejoong wanted to laugh at the cute failed scowl that Yunho was wearing. But he held himself back. It wouldn't do them any good if he were to tease Yunho and he was a very considerate person after all.

"Nothing Yunho-yah." He pulled his shirt down to his waist and hopped off the table, pretending that they haven't made out for the fourth time that day. Oh why was he bothering to keep tabs anyway? "Pack your stuff. I want to go home."

Perched on the motorbike as they drove towards Jaejoong's place, the sky chose to be unreasonable as rain started to pour down, thick droplets of water threatening to soak the two young men. Groaning in annoyance, Yunho quickly parked his vehicle to the sidewalk. With one swift motion, he pulled his black leather jacket off his body and handed it to Jaejoong along with his back pack.

"Here, put this over your head and make sure my things aren't gonna get soaked." Yunho instructed, stepping again on the pedal.

Jaejoong hugged the bag against his chest and placed Yunho's jacket over his head. "But what about you?" he asked, eyes trailing from the back of Yunho's head down to his already damp red shirt. The rain was getting stronger. "You're going to catch a cold!"

"I'll be fine." Yunho replied, swerving his motorbike once more onto the main road. "Jaejoong where do I turn?"

Squinting through the thick fog of steam-like rain, Jaejoong did his best to accommodate Yunho's driving with directions as they sped along the highway. When they arrived at their destination, Jaejoong was about to haul himself off the bike to press the intercom when Yunho told him to stay put. He was already soaked anyway, and he'd really prefer it that Jaejoong didn't get drenched.

Once Yunho was able to talk to the person inside the house through the high-tech device, the huge gates opened and in a distance, at the front porch of the mansion, two to three maids were waiting for them with umbrellas in their hands.

Yunho went back to his seat and revved up the engine.

Where Jaejoong was only partially soaked, thanks to Yunho's jacket, Yunho however was already shivering.

The mad worry that Jaejoong felt was like a sledgehammer to the chest. He desperately wanted to get Yunho out of those clothes.

When they were inside, Jaejoong quickly pulled Yunho towards the bathroom. Maids had initially been all over them but Jaejoong had barked at them to not bother him and his friend and that he could take care of himself. Naturally, the maids stayed put.

Amidst his shivers, Yunho couldn't help but admire the structure of the house as they walked. Everything was just so spacious and the rooftop was pretty high up. Chandeliers adorned the ceiling and the walls were made of impressive build. The entire mansion seemed spotless, expensive looking furnitures placed in strategic places. The floor was so shiny he could make a mirror out of it.

His house was a rat's hole compared to Jaejoong's.

Opening the bathroom door, Jaejoong went in before him and pulled him inside. "Wait here, I'll get the water ready."

With those words, Yunho was left alone, shivering. His teeth were chattering and his skin felt like ice. Quickly, Yunho peeled his drenched clothes off his body. He started from his shirt, to his pants then to his boxers and soon enough he was stark naked.

"Yunho, the water's-" Jaejoong froze in his tracks, eyes darting from Yunho's flushed, panting face, then straight southwards, feeling his mouth run dry. Clearing his throat as he resolutely tried to keep his facial color to normal, he kept his eyes on the wall. But it was hard to not peek, because yes, Jaejoong wasn't blind. Yunho had one gorgeous, amazing body.

Jaejoong mentally smacked himself, cheeks flaming red. Shut up you!

Yunho walked up to him, still shivering when he asked, oblivious to the perverted state Jaejoong's mind was in. "You're soaked too."

"Not much. You're the one that's shivering." Before Jaejoong could control himself, his thumb was already on Yunho's lips. "Cold."

Realizing what he was doing, Jaejoong pulled his arm back as if burned, eyes wide, but Yunho was quick to catch him. He grasped Jaejoong's hand and entwined his fingers with his own, before planting soft kisses on each digit, grinning. "You can keep me warm."

Flushing, Jaejoong jerked his hand away and held it against his chest. His heart was hammering again, ears pounding. He needed to get out of that room as soon as possible. "Yah! Stop playing around Yunho." he said as he gulped. "Go and take a hot bath. Now."

"Awww, you're no fun." Yunho said as he pouted and he was indeed fast because Jaejoong was suddenly gasping as strong arms circled his waist, attaching him to Yunho's body, almost quite literally. Yunho bent down and whispered in his ear. "You're hot enough to warm me up."

Gathering all his strength and forcing the energy back to his melting legs, Jaejoong slowly pushed at Yunho's chest, mustering up his most intimidating glare, which he was having a hard time executing what with Yunho's length pressed against his own.

"Yunho ah, I said stop playing around. You need to go have a hot bath now or you might catch a cold. I don't want you getting sick."

The obvious concern in Jaejoong's voice and gaze, somewhat startled him, but it was secondary to the warmth creeping inside his chest. Yunho smiled and let him go. "Alright. You win."

"Good boy." Jaejoong reciprocated the smile, more than relieved that they weren't touching anymore. He feared his own self control.

"But you're also wet." Yunho still refused to stop being a dork as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "We could take a bath together."

Jaejoong snorted as he rolled his eyes, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. He was doing a pretty good job of not looking at the other man's package. "I have one on my bedroom. I'll take a shower there. Now go in and clean yourself before the water turns cold."

Yunho pouted again. He didn't seem to notice that he was doing it, or of how incredibly cute that made him in Jaejoong's eyes.

With a slight push and a chuckle escaping Jaejoong's lips, Yunho was finally inside the tub, immersing himself on the warm water. Jaejoong stayed for a few minutes to make sure he was comfortable. And maybe, just maybe, one more time he wanted to...

"Ummm, Yunho-yah."

Yunho seemed to have the ability to read minds because before Jaejoong could finish his words, Yunho already reached out and pulled his face down for a kiss. The kiss they shared this time was chaste, simple and gentle, warming Jaejoong's heart more than it did his body, which was usually the kind of effect Yunho's kisses caused for him. But this kiss was different. It wasn't hurried or bruising.

Jaejoong's eyes fluttered close, a smile painting his lips. The kiss was simply the two of them relishing in the other's presence and warmth. He decided that he was going to rack his brains out and berate at himself later why he nearly asked Yunho to kiss him.

Because right now, this was perfect.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not going to wear that." Yunho grumbled, giving Jaejoong a 'do-you-have-a-death-wish' kind of look as the other man handed him a pair of blue pajamas with bunnies printed on it. The stuff that he packed was wet and wasn't fit to be worn and was currently being dried. It will only be avaible to wear the next day. So for now, he had to settle with what Jaejoong gave him.

"But it's a cold night and you're still shivering. Come on. It's not gonna kill you to wear this." Jaejoong pleaded with the cutest pout.

Yunho ruffled his hair, disgruntled. "Aish!" he exclaimed, torn between giving in to Jaejoong's curved lower lip or freeze to death.

He was just clad in a towel after all. "You just wanted to get back at me for the fluffy pink short remark aren't you?"

Jaejoong feigned innocence, hiding the grin behind a lost expression. "Now Yunho, what ever are you talking about?"

"You know perfectly well I'm talking about." Jaejoong faltered in his act and Yunho caught his amused grin. "Aish, I knew it."

"So what if I am?" Jaejoong sat beside him and cheekily smiled. "You're always so gangsta, I just wanted to see you in something cute."

Yunho scowled. "You have a very weird fetish."

"I don't consider seeing you in a fluffy outfit a fetish." Jaejoong replied with a straight face. Then laughed. "But maybe close enough."

Yunho stared at him for a moment as if weighing his options. Slowly, a leer spread across his face. "What do I get in return?"

Quick realization dawned on Jaejoong. "Yah! You're such a pervert. Could you stop thinking about that for one second?

"Okay... hmmm... done. Now what do I get in return if I do wear your hideous pajama?" Yunho asked with the most angelic smile.

Jaejoong's mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish. "What the hell Yunho."

"What? You said one second. And for once second I didn't think..." He looked Jaejoong over, grinning. "...impure thoughts about you."

Jaejoong blushed bright red. "Fine, have it your way!" He turned around and stormed out of the guestroom. "Freeze to death."

A hand caught his wrist before he could make it to the middle of the room. Yunho whirled him around, lips crashing on his own, left hand palming the side of his face as the other snaked it's way around his waist. An insistent tongue nudged at his lips, demanding entrance. The gesture caught Jaejoong by surprise and he gasped. Yunho took the chance and eagerly sucked at the tempting petal.

"Mhhmppphh..." Jaejoong whimpered, mouth opening willingly to welcome Yunho's stroking tongue. Lips sucked on lips as tongues sucked on tongues. Hands cupped each other's faces, wanting more of the contact they shared. The kiss went from gentle to passionate which quickly escalated to bruising and possessive and when it was the time to part, both were panting breathlessly, gasping for air.

Yunho and Jaejoong's foreheads rested against each other as they tried to let the oxygen back into their lungs.

Slowly, Jaejoong smiled. He didn't know whatever it was that was happening between them. But he definitely liked it.

"Yunho-yah?"

Yunho licked his lips before answering. "Hmmmm?"

"Will you be my friend?"

Pulling back, Yunho settled on wrapping his arms around Jaejoong's waist. "Friends?"

"Yeah." Jaejoong replied with the slightest nod, eyes fixed on Yunho's moist lips. "I just realized, we weren't really friends right?"

Jaejoong was right, Yunho agreed. But he had to be honest. He thought they were already more than friends at this point. But he wasn't one to complain. If Jaejoong was offering him friendship, then it was better than having a forced "cameraman-subject" kind of relationship that Heechulnim had practically shoved up their guts. Sure he had the liberty to kiss Jaejoong, and he didn't seem to be that intent of snapping and glaring at him whenever he was given the chance, but friendship... yeah, he could live with that.

"I believe we started at the wrong foot." Jaejoong said and extended his hand to Yunho. "I'm Kim Jaejoong. A pleasure to meet you."

Yunho had to admit this was kind of cute. And Jaejoong's innocent expression had the effect of warming his heart. He let the hand resting on the small of Jaejoong's waist go and brought it to the other's extended hand. "I'm Jung Yunho. The pleasure is all mine."

"Wanna be friends?" Jaejoong asked in all seriousness and Yunho couldn't contain his chuckles at seeing such cuteness.

"Sure." He replied, shaking their hands up and down together. "I'd love that."

Jaejoong did a victory pose. "Lucky!" He exclaimed with the most breathtaking happy smile that Yunho's ever seen.

And Yunho indeed believed that he was the luckiest person on earth to finally have Jaejoong in his arms.

"Now, seeing as I am your friend and thus in extension love me." Jaejoong jogged towards the bed and picked up the blue pajama.

The declaration was innocent. But Jaejoong was right, Yunho did love him. So much, to the point that he could barely breathe.

Sighing, Yunho could just shake his head and smile as Jaejoong stood in front of him again. "Do I really need to wear this?"

"Yep." Jaejoong nodded with a vigorous nod.

"Do I have a choice?"

Jaejoong shook his head. "Nope."

Somehow, Yunho and Jaejoong felt like they were experiencing childhood memories all over again. The less tragic version anyway. Yunho couldn't stop his idiotic grin. The innocent smile and the childlike way they answered each other, it was very endearing.

"I'll wear it." Yunho declared as he took the material, pressing a soft kiss on Jaejoong's lips. "Just because my Jaejoongie asked."

"Yah!" Jaejoong lightly punched him on the shoulder, embarrassed at the silly nickname, but he was smiling.

When Yunho pulled the towel around his waist, Jaejoong reflexively turned around, flushing. "I ummm, good night Yunho-yah."

"Good night." The rustling sound of fabric was what he heard next. Jaejoong deemed it best to go to his room to sleep.

But just when he was about to take a step, Yunho's voice stopped him. "Where are you going?"

"In my room."

"Why?" Yunho walked to his front, already fully clothed.

"It's been a long day. I need to sleep." Jaejoong replied, then grinned. Yunho definitely looked cute in his pajamas. "You should too."

"The bed's pretty big for one person." Yunho reasoned then looked down at himself. "Yah, wipe that grin off your face."

"Cute!"

"Ei?" Yunho looked closer at Jaejoong's own pink pajama, blinking several times. "Hey, is this a couple pajama?"

"What? Of course it's not why would I even..." Jaejoong trailed off, eyes widening in sinking realization that Yunho was right.

But wait, he was quite sure he was wearing the hamtaro printed one.

"Wow, it is." Yunho smirked. "Ahh, so that's the reason why you badly wanted to let me wear this huh? Oh Jaejoong, you're sneaky."

It wasn't like he deliberately wanted to make Yunho wear the other pair of the couple pajamas, nor did he intentionally bought them because he was dreaming of sharing one with his girl err boyfriend? in the future. He just liked buying stuff that he thinks are cute.

And now Yunho was grinning that perverted grin again. "Oh my god. I have to change." he exclaimed, stalking towards the door.

"Ah-ah-ah, what do you think you're doing?" Yunho playfully asked, wrapping his arms around his shoulders from behind.

"I need to go get changed."

"No, you're not. Leave it on."

"But..."

"Jaejoongie, leave it on." Yunho said in a gentle tone before kissing the side of his head. "I like it. Don't change okay?"

Biting at his bottom lip, Jaejoong sighed and slumped against Yunho's embrace. "Fine."

"And you're sleeping in this room, beside me. I'm still freezing because I lent you my jacket, so you have to keep me warm."

Jaejoong spluttered, eyes widening as saucers. "Yah! You pervert."

Yunho just smirked. "Pull your head out of the gutter. I just wanted to sleep together. Sleep being the keyword. Nothing else."

"You're sneaky." Jaejoong protested. "I can't let my guard down around you.

"I promise I won't do anything."

"You don't sound very convincing."

Yunho encased the smaller man deeper in his embrace, his voice barely a whisper. "Please Jaejoong."

Hearing the sincerity and desperation in Yunho's tone, Jaejoong sighed and turned around. He smiled. "Okay. I'm staying here."

Minutes later when they finally lied down on the bed, Yunho did kept his promise, and though it annoyed him how Jaejoong insisted that they slept with their backs facing each other, he just let the other man do whatever it was he felt most comfortable with.

The two drifted off to slumber sometime half past nine pm. They slept like babies, which may be due to the fact that they had someone's warmth beside them for the first time.

So really, it shouldn't have been that surprising when morning came and the first thing they saw was each other's face, arms and legs tangled, snuggling comfortably, while Jaejoong's butler stood by their bed side, an amused expression spreading across his face.

Choi Siwon, age 29, the resident butler of the Kim family dialed his lover's number. You sure are a schemer my darling Heechullie.

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A/N: Oh my god! It's so effing long again. *collapses in her desk* Why do I keep writing such long updates? T_T... Seriously man, I think I would have to extend the length of this fic again. I swear, this is the last time, the maximum limit is 10 chapters okay? So yea... Anyway, wait... do you think the story is dragging? T__T Are my updates making you think "Dang it, this woman is slow and writes a lot of unnecessary stuff."??? O_O Thanks so much to nrsjyj-bb for the awesome banner XDDD Comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated =) Thanks again in advance bbs!!! *huggles everyone*