Happy New Year, sashii09! Exchange fic: "Unprofessional Relations" / Part 1
Title: Unprofessional Relations
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Miserable after losing his dream job to another candidate, Jaejoong indulges in a wild night of binge drinking at a local bar where he meets handsome stranger Jung Yunho. Lucky for him, a night of wild, uninhibited sex with this man is just the thing to take his mind off his problems… until of course, their paths cross again the next day.
Genre: AU, Smut, Humor
Warning: Graphic sex.
A/N: I modified the prompt a bit but I hope I was able to capture what you were looking for ♥
“Honey, are you ok?”
Jaejoong felt her long manicured nails digging into the sleeve of his rumpled business suit but didn’t turn to look at the unfamiliar woman clutching at his arm.
He had attempted to sequester himself off to one side of the bar, in a dimly lit corner space where he could avoid the noisy corporate crowd chattering and milling about as they drank and unwound after a busy day at work.
Emboldened by alcohol, this woman had broken away from her group of giddy, overly tipsy office worker friends to approach him, first sidling over to where he sat slumped over in his seat, then pressing in closely to his side. Kim Jaejoong, a 26 year old businessman now found himself in the clutches of this 50 something year old ajumma, whose short shirt was showing a rather inappropriate amount of stocking-covered leg. She was leaning all over him, hand gripping tightly at his sleeve, her voice pitched seductively low and Jaejoong couldn’t tell if her intentions were to comfort him or perhaps seduce him. Neither was anything he desired at the moment.
“Are you ok, dear?” The middle-aged woman tried to get his attention again, her voice all honeyed with concern. Jaejoong felt her fingers clutch at him harder and her perfume washed over him in a cloying wave of floralness that had his stomach lurching unpleasantly.
Perhaps at another time he would have been grateful for her concern, even if uninterested by her attempts at seduction, but not now. Tonight the only thing he was interested in was numbing away the awfulness of his own workday with endless rounds of soju and beer. Here he had sat for close to three hours alone, shredding a bar napkin between his fingertips and staring down at his morose reflection in the glossy smooth finish of the bar countertop.
"Are you ok?"
She was going to continue to nag him until she got some sort of answer, he knew. After a few minutes Jaejoong managed to nod stiffly. “I’m fine,” he replied with a curtness that was only just barely polite. “Don’t concern yourself.”
Encouraged by his response, the lady's hand abandoned his arm and then began rubbing his back in slow and comforting motions. “You don’t look fine, dear, you're trembling," she observed. "The bathroom is back that way if you’re going to be sick.”
“I’m not going to be sick!” Jaejoong denied crossly, shifting slightly to get away from the subtle pressure of her hand between his shoulder blades. It didn’t work, she only pressed in closer and the light touch on his back kept moving, caressing.
“But you really don’t look well," the woman crooned in concern. "You're very pale."
On another occasion he would have endured this ajumma's attentions for the sake of politeness, but Jaejoong couldn't be bothered tonight. He spoke through gritted teeth, "I said I'm fine."
The lady moved in even closer, too close, until he could feel the warmth of her breath stirring the dark strands of hair at his cheek. “If you aren't sick then tell me what’s wrong, dear,” she cajoled again more sweetly. "Maybe I can help."
Jaejoong shook his head firmly, turning away from the woman’s overly concerned gaze.
How was he supposed to tell this lady that today had been one of the most disappointing days of his life? That everything he’d worked so hard for for the past five years had been denied to him only several hours ago, and that all his hopes and dreams had been crushed so badly that four rounds of beer and shots hadn't even begun to take the sting off the bad news he had received.
Jaejoong's gaze didn't lift from the countertop. "Really, I’m fine,” he announced forcefully, knowing he didn't sound it.
“I don’t think you’re fine. Tell noona what’s wrong, dear. Did you have a bad day? I can make it better..."
Jaejoong flinched at her inappropriate informal and excessively sweet tone. He let loose a tortured sigh, causing the woman to coo to him softly and stroke his back with greater enthusiasm.
“Didn’t get the job I wanted,” he revealed finally, annoyed that his voice sounded petulant and slightly tearful.
“And what do you do, dear?” Her voice was all saccharine sugar in his ear. “You’re very good looking. Are you a model?”
Jaejoong almost snorted. “No. I do services management for an IT company.”
“Oh I see. You must be a very clever boy then.” She continued caressing over the broad plane of his back and shifted closer, perhaps impressed with his employment.
Jaejoong tensed, but allowed her to continue soothing him. “I… wanted a management position and a raise but I didn’t get either,” he confessed unhappily. “They gave it to someone else. A new hire from outside of the company, when I was more than qualified and they told me they wanted to promote someone in-house.” His words came out slightly slurred and broken. "Apparently I wasn't good enough," he finished miserably, letting loose another mournful sigh. He then took a deep swig of his beer.
"Poor baby," the woman cooed regretfully and pressed closer to his side, her fingers never ceased smoothing over Jaejoong’s back. “Everything will be fine,” she assured meaninglessly, her eyes slightly glazed over as she stared him down with barely repressed interest. "You're here with noona now."
A moment of silence passed between them, her still stroking him, then something in Jaejoong recoiled slightly as he felt her pudgy thigh nudge up against his own.
Despite the morose drunken haze that dulled his senses, Jaejoong could only assume that this woman was far more interested in invading his personal space than listening to his workplace woes. He had hoped she'd eventually tire of petting him and turn him loose as he wasn’t exactly interested in women in the first place, but he wasn’t sure the best way to let this very persistent ajumma know.
He straightened up and shifted away from her clutches, then downed the remainder of his beer in one go. “Really, I’m fine,” Jaejoong stated once more, attempting to smooth the sleeve of his rumpled suit jacket where she had clutched at it persistently. “I should try to sober up a bit before I go home.”
"You’re leaving?” This stopped her roaming hand, the caressing fingers on his back froze. “But we were just getting to know each other." She pouted, her ostentatious gold earrings shimmying.
“You'll find someone else to talk to,” Jaejoong countered bluntly, now fed up with her unwelcome intimacy and the wave upon wave of floral, cloying perfume that continued to assault his senses when she rubbed up against him. There was obviously plenty of other good prey for her to stalk at the bar, including several tall men in suits idling at tables alone. Jaejoong had noticed them when he first cast a glance around the place. Why did she feel the need to bother him?
"Stay," she protested, whining and clutching at him once more. "Stay and noona will buy you another drink."
She obviously had no intention of turning him loose. Annoyed, Jaejoong scowled as he watched her gesture to the bartender for another round, then fumble within her purse for a tube of lipstick before attempting to reapply it clumsily. Jaejoong could foresee the distant future, she would ply him with more and more drinks, then attempt to follow him home.
"You're no fun," she sulked, smacking her lipstick-coated lips together before admiring herself in the reflection of her cell phone, then patted at her stiff perm.
"I'm leaving," Jaejoong announced crossly and stood, swaying briefly on his feet. He ignored her loud wail in protest and swiftly departed, making his way towards the back of the bar. The alcohol had gone to his head and he stumbled a bit as he navigated around several clusters of people before heading down the narrow hallway to the toilets.
Once alone in the mercifully empty men's bathroom, Jaejoong attempted to steady himself at the sink and breathed out sigh of relief. He lingered in front of the mirror, letting the water run a moment before ducking to cup the stream in his palms and splash it on his face. He then stood, briefly gripping at the counter to regain his balance before groping for a paper towel to blot water off his cheeks.
God dammit, this wasn’t how his night was supposed to end, he told himself, shivering as a wayward droplet of cool water trickled down into his collar. He had come to this local bar to drink away his sorrows, perhaps indulge himself in a good fuck with an attractive stranger if that opportunity presented itself to forget the shittiness of his day, not hide out in the men's lavatory, seeking refuge from a sexually frustrated ajumma. He had no desire to let some drunken cougar paw at him, grope him and wrinkle one of his more expensive suit jackets in her attempts to seduce him in his vulnerable state. Her unwelcome attentions were just an awful end to a very unfortunate day.
Jaejoong heaved a sigh, still swaying unsteadily over the sink. He dried his hands on the paper towel, then tossed the wadded up ball in the vague direction of the trashcan, missing it by a long shot. Perhaps all the beverages he’d consumed over the course of the evening had finally caught up with him, he acknowledged dimly.
But he didn't look that drunk, he assured himself, puffing out his cheeks once before drawing in a deep, steadying breath. Did he? Hazily, he observed himself in the mirror. First his untidy mess of dark hair caught his attention, then his eyes, too-wide and slightly unfocused, and lastly his skin, very pale and strangely luminous under the unflattering fluorescent light of the bathroom.
“A model,” he chuckled under his breath. “She thought I was a model.” Jaejoong laughed drily. “Crazy lady," he grumbled, swaying forward to study himself more critically in the dim lighting. Nothing about him looked modelesque right now as far as he could see. Usually Jaejoong took great care to keep his appearance tidy and neat, his suits were always neatly pressed and his hair styled immaculately into place. But now he looked strangely unfamiliar in his heavy state of drunkenness, with his suit rumpled, hair mussed, and his eyes a little wild.
Jaejoong swore quietly at his disheveled appearance. He attempted to smooth a few wayward pieces of hair back into place but eventually gave up. After a brief glance at his watch, he decided he'd allow himself one last drink before departing for the night, hopefully this would push him over the edge into a blissful state of indifference to all of the day's disappointments. As for the persistent woman at the bar, he assured himself that he'd find a way to avoid her, perhaps he'd lose her in the crowd.
With jaw set in determination, Jaejoong yanked the door to the men's bathroom open and took several uncoordinated, stumbling steps out into the darkened hallway.
He promptly collided with a tall, solid mass of person standing just off to one side.
Startled by the contact, Jaejoong let loose a surprised shout before losing his balance and staggering back ungracefully into the wall. His elbow made jarring contact and he swore loudly. “Watch where you’re going,” Jaejoong snarled at the stranger he'd just bumped into.
Firm hands steadied him, one on his shoulder and another at his waist. “Hey,” the man cautioned gently. “Be careful."
Jaejoong glanced up. The hands gripping him belonged to a stranger he'd never seen before, now gazing down on him in a mixture of concern and faint amusement. "Are you ok?" the man questioned.
For a moment Jaejoong didn't respond, only stared at the unfamiliar person. The sleek suit the man wore looked expensive but his sleeves were folded back carelessly and his tie had been loosened and pulled askew. The man’s hair was dark and soft looking, styled messy in the front, and his features delicate but his jaw line well-defined. Jaejoong continued to stare, taken aback by the stranger’s good looks. Then his elbow throbbed dully where he’d struck it and he scowled up at the man.
"Are you ok?" The stranger repeated, now anxious over Jaejoong's lack of a response. "You didn't hit your head or anything, did you?"
"Of course not," Jaejoong shook him off. "I'm fine." He grumbled, wincing as he rubbed at his sore elbow. “You should really watch where you’re going."
“I should watch where I’m going?” the stranger countered playfully, his lips twitched into a smile. “But you’re the one who ran into me. I bet you didn't even see me, did you."
“You shouldn't have been standing there like that," Jaejoong informed him reproachfully.
"I'm not allowed to make phone calls in the hallway?" The stranger chuckled. "I apologize." He then pointedly slid his cell phone back into the pocket of his suit jacket and cast Jaejoong another grin.
Jaejoong huffed in disapproval. “Forget it," he muttered, then attempted to step aside.
The stranger deliberately shifted to block his exit.
"Excuse me," Jaejoong tried again, venturing to slip by the man once more.
"Oh, am I in your way again?" The stranger's dark eyebrows lifted in mock surprise. "Maybe this time you'll ask me politely to move instead of running into me."
Jaejoong scowled. The man was attractive but equally annoying it seemed, and he felt himself losing patience. “Yes, of course you're in my way.” Jaejoong hardly sounded polite now but he didn't care. "Move."
Instead of moving, this man instead chose to stare Jaejoong down, still grinning openly. He first took a leisurely glance down at Jaejoong's rumpled suit jacket, then his gaze moved up to the unbuttoned collar of Jaejoong’s shirt displaying a lot of pale skin, then all the way up to peruse Jaejoong's face once over before stopping at Jaejoong’s lips, where his gaze lingered briefly. "You know, I think you should be more polite," he teased, finally lifting his gaze to meet Jaejoong's eyes. "And you should apologize for bumping into me. Don't I deserve an apology?" He folded his arms and stared down at Jaejoong expectantly.
Jaejoong frowned, feeling a sudden flush rise to his cheeks. "An apology?" he echoed uncertainly, taken aback by the man's teasing demeanor.
“Why are you in such a hurry to leave anyway? Eager to get back to your lady friend?" The man made no effort to hide his amusement over this.
"Who?" This comment surprised Jaejoong.
"The one I saw you with at the bar. The mature woman. You seemed... intimate." The man was obviously entertained by the idea of Jaejoong and the middle aged woman together, his eyes shone with barely repressed mirth.
"No,” Jaejoong denied vehemently. “And she’s not my girlfriend, I don't even know her.”
“Ahh, I thought so. Date then maybe?" The man chuckled. "Or perhaps blind date? Sometimes those don't work out."
"No, it's nothing like that." Jaejoong snapped.
"Just a guess." The man shrugged. "She’s a little old for you. Perhaps next time try someone your own age?"
What the hell was with this stranger's attitude? "Excuse me," Jaejoong retorted. "What I do is none of your business."
“You're right, I'm sorry." The man apologized swiftly. "Anyway, it's unfortunate you're leaving now, I was going to offer to buy you a drink." His lips quirked in amusement. "Just because you look like you've had a rough night." He then proceeded to wink cheekily at Jaejoong. "And don't worry, I'll forgive your lack of manners... just this once."
…
Why he agreed to let this strange man buy him a drink, Jaejoong didn't know. Possibly because the man was attractive, even if annoying, and possibly because this stranger's company would help ward off that predatory ajumma, should she return to claim him for the night. He'd intended to have one last drink before he departed anyway, and sharing it with this man wouldn't be a problem, Jaejoong told himself.
The man-he'd introduced himself as Jung Yunho-was a combination of friendly and assertive that Jaejoong found irritating. After he'd agreed to a drink, Yunho had taken hold of his arm, then steered them both to a vacant table where he pressed Jaejoong into a seat. He then effortlessly waved over a bartender and without asking Jaejoong what he wanted, he had proceeded to order them both a round of drinks.
Yunho was undoubtedly an executive type, Jaejoong guessed, obnoxious and self-assured, but easy going and friendly enough that he got away with it most of the time. He was wrapped up in a dark suit that Jaejoong found unusually fancy given their current location. It far surpassed business casual and he could only guess why Yunho had chosen this ensemble for a night out, perhaps he'd come from a meeting or some formal event where he had dressed to impress. Up close Jaejoong noticed that Yunho was undeniably good looking, his gaze perused the man's defined jaw and soft looking lips.
"And your name is?" Yunho had placed casual fingertips on Jaejoong's sleeve to get his attention.
"What?" Jaejoong flinched slightly at the contact.
"Your name?" Yunho's beaming smile didn't waver.
"Kim Jaejoong," he announced, hoping Yunho hadn't noticed him staring.
"Nice to meet you, Kim Jaejoong." Yunho's fingers lingered for a moment, then he pulled away and cheerfully clinked their glasses together. Unperturbed by Jaejoong's detached mood, he promptly downed half of his beverage and then launched into his impressive life story.
While Yunho talked, Jaejoong sipped at his own drink, uninterested in Yunho enthusiastic rambling about his Masters degree in Business Administration, the two years he'd spent abroad doing charity work in Ghana, and the meteoric rise to success he'd had in the first company he worked for despite his young age of 26. Yunho's narrative was no doubt meant to impress him, but tonight Jaejoong wasn't in the mood to listen to other people's accomplishments. Yunho's words brought his own failures back to the forefront of his mind and Jaejoong could only sit there numbly, half-heartedly listening while toying restlessly with his beer glass.
While Yunho continued to ramble on excitedly about his recent relocation to Seoul for a new work opportunity, Jaejoong instead occupied himself with quickly drinking down the remainder of his drink. He then shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
When he opened them, Yunho had fallen silent and was now staring at him curiously.
“What?” Jaejoong questioned, feeling unsettled under Yunho's gaze.
Yunho shrugged. “You seem distracted. Is something wrong? Am I boring you?”
Jaejoong watched Yunho’s long, elegant fingers toy with the rim of his glass. "No, it's just that I've had a shitty day," he muttered.
“That much is obvious. What’s got you down?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it."
"Tell me. I'm good at listening." Yunho shot him a disarming grin.
Jaejoong said nothing for a moment, then sighed gustily. “Well, I applied for a management position in my company.”
“Good for you.” Yunho sounded genuinely encouraging.
Jaejoong laughed bitterly. “Yeah, and to make a long story short I didn’t get the job. They told me I was the most qualified applicant too, but then they went and brought in some new jerk to manage us all. Probably some lazy son of a bitch whose daddy pulled strings to get him the spot,” Jaejoong sneered. “Makes me sick. And now I’m working under this new asshole, technically he'll be my boss."
"I see," Yunho's gaze had gone serious. "Sorry to hear that."
"It's fine," Jaejoong sighed.
Yunho said nothing, only frowned sympathetically.
“I’ve thought about it again and again. Why wouldn’t they give me the promotion? I’ve never lost a large account. I've never had a customer complaint filed against me." Jaejoong's grip trembled around his empty beer glass. “Probably because I'm cautious and I don't take risks. That was the main reason, they said. Because I'm not a risk taker." Jaejoong laughed hollowly. "What does that even mean?"
Yunho’s eyebrows raised slightly at this admission. "I'm not sure."
"Whatever. That's just management's excuse, of course. I think it's all just nepotism.” Jaejoong glowered down at the table. “They probably just gave the job to some CEO's son. They always do that, don't they."
"You think so?"
“Of course. Nobody else could be more qualified than me. Even my coworkers agreed that I deserved this as I'd worked there the longest."
"That does seem unfair. What are you going to do about it?"
"If management doesn't think I'm aggressive enough, I'll show them aggressive," Jaejoong's swayed tipsily in his chair, grimacing. "For starters I'll make this new guy's life a living hell."
Yunho chuckled quietly, then clinked his glass against Jaejoong's. "Good for you, stand up for yourself."
"This new guy probably doesn't know shit anyways. He'll be an idiot."
"I agree with you, executives shouldn't use influence to get their friends and family jobs. It's unfair to everyone else." Yunho nodded seriously. "You know, I could have worked for my uncle’s company but I decided to get a job elsewhere," he admitted quietly. "I felt like I had to prove myself."
"I admire that."
Yunho shrugged. "My family wasn't too happy about it but it was important to me."
A silence passed between them, Jaejoong still scowling into his empty beer glass.
"I'll get us another round." Yunho waved to bartender hastily, then turned back to Jaejoong. "You're in IT, you said? Perhaps we have a similar background. Where do you work?"
"In a division of Seoul Tech Solutions. The office is close to here, actually." Jaejoong made a sweeping, drunken gesture in the vague direction of his workplace. "I come here after work sometimes because we're a few streets over. Can't say much about the crowd here but the drinks are cheap..." A hazy glance across the room had confirmed that the predatory ajumma he'd abandoned earlier that night had draped herself across a new target, an elderly businessman, very red in the face from too much alcohol. He however, appeared much more receptive to her charms.
Yunho was silent a moment, staring at his own beer glass. "Seoul Tech, huh?"
"Yeah. Forget it," Jaejoong waved the topic away. "I don't want to discuss work anymore. I've been dwelling on it for the past eight hours." Jaejoong groaned quietly, then ran a hand through his ruffled hair. "Enough already."
They sat in silence for a moment, and Yunho seemed unsure of what to say as Jaejoong sipped at the new beer that'd been placed in front of him.
“Hey,” Yunho spoke quietly, reaching out to pat Jaejoong’s hand, his gaze had once again gone solemn. “I just want you to know... you seem like a decent guy, don’t worry about this job. You’ll do well for yourself," he consoled. "There are always other chances, Jaejoong. Don’t give up hope just because this one opportunity fell through."
Jaejoong was grateful for the gesture, and more grateful for Yunho's warm fingers covering his own in the brief silence that passed between them. "Thanks," he mumbled, flushing a bit at the unexpected contact when Yunho didn't immediately pull away.
Yunho was certainly not as obnoxious as he'd initially assumed, Jaejoong decided halfway through their second drink. The night had taken more of a pleasant turn due to Yunho's company and consolations, and some of his bad mood began to fade, although he couldn't help but notice that Yunho's demeanor had changed as well, he'd lost much of his initial cheerfulness. Jaejoong regretted complaining about his job, obviously it'd dampened the mood between them.
Jaejoong's drunken consciousness had fully settled on Yunho now. He found Yunho's cologne distracting, it was just the right amount of spicy warmth and masculine assertiveness that had Jaejoong not so subtly seeking closer proximity. He shifted upon his stool to fix his gaze upon the man fully and stared, first at broad sloping shoulders, then the long straight line of Yunho's nose, then his full lips.
Dear god, how had he not noticed just how attractive this man was? Yes, this night had taken a very fortunate turn, Jaejoong decided. This stranger was far better looking than any other man he'd seen tonight and Jaejoong was most definitely interested. He'd come out tonight looking for a good fuck, hadn't he?
But would this man be willing? Yunho had initially stared at him quite a lot in the hallway, perhaps even flirted with him-Jaejoong wasn't sure if that counted as flirting, perhaps Yunho just enjoyed teasing people. But Yunho was also a toucher. He had nudged Jaejoong’s knee under the table and brushed his fingertips over the back of Jaejoong’s
hand several times, and each time Yunho touched him, Jaejoong’s skin tingled pleasantly. Yunho was talking now, but Jaejoong could hardly be bothered to listen to the words coming out of the man's mouth. But what was Yunho saying?
“There are many job opportunities in other countries too. Have you ever studied abroad? My sister met her husband in University, he's an exchange student from Canada," Yunho rambled on enthusiastically, then sipped at his drink. "They just got married and moved to Canada. Apparently she goes ice fishing with his family there all the time."
"Ice fishing?" Jaejoong echoed uninterestedly.
"Yes, ice fishing." Yunho continued, oblivious to Jaejoong's lack of enthusiasm on the subject. "It's all done within a tent, of course. To stay warm."
"Hmm," Jaejoong mumbled. A long moment passed where he continued to watch Yunho, mesmerized by the man's distinct features in the low light, the slant of brow, the curve of lip.
"First you have to prepare the spot and have the right tools, make sure it's wide enough before casting the pole."
Yes, Yunho was most definitely his type, Jaejoong decided. How had he not realized this earlier? Perhaps he'd been too caught up in his own bad mood. But now his sorrows of the day had been fully drowned out by his full on interest in this man. He struggled to maintain a look of polite interest while Yunho continued to explain the basics of ice fishing.
"And then you have to be patient, play with things a little to create interest, it can take a while but then if you get a nice big one..."
Jaejoong's gaze unconsciously began to wander, drifting down to the dark pants Yunho wore. A swift, not-so-subtle glance at Yunho's lap revealed the hard muscled outline of thick thighs in snug fitting pants, strained tight across the crotch. Jaejoong swallowed as his mind imagined how Yunho would look minus those pants. Then himself running his hands over naked flesh and feeling the muscled strength beneath his palms, then himself not-so-innocently rubbing himself between those thighs, and then-
"You get all wet because it's splashing everywhere but you have to hold on tight and try to move fast enough to settle it, then take the hook out. Yes, and it's a problem when you catch one too big to get out of the hole..."
Jaejoong blinked, then flushed.
Well this was bad. Now he was picturing holes and poles, particularly large ones and this man on top of him, ramming into him repeatedly until he was half dead with ecstasy. Jaejoong hastily tried to disperse those thoughts, then cast his eyes down thoughtfully, letting his teeth sink gently into the plump roundness of his lower lip as he willed himself to calm down and think of a plan. How could he get Yunho home with him and into his bed? Perhaps he would invite Yunho back with him. Take a risk, his subconscious urged. He would do it. He would. But first he needed liquid courage. Perhaps another round of drinks first.
"You want another beer? I'll buy." Jaejoong offered, almost knocking over his mostly empty beer glass with an elbow in his haste to catch the bartender's attention. Yunho righted it quickly, then waved away his offer with a smile.
"Still working on this one, thanks."
Jaejoong nodded in response. He then drained the remainder of his own beer slowly and placed his empty glass on the table top. “Jung Yunho, is it?” Jaejoong took a steadying breath.
The man nodded.
Perhaps he should just be direct. “Jung Yunho…” Jaejoong spoke the name slowly. He then fidgeted with his glass briefly, weighing his options.
It would be a risk. A gamble, because he didn't know if Yunho would accept, and furthermore he didn't even know if Yunho was single or even into guys. There was no polite way to ask.
He had certainly never asked a man to go home with him before, usually Jaejoong found himself agreeing to people's offers, not the other way round. He wouldn't have dared to do something as bold as this, ask a total stranger to sleep with him but he was probably drunk enough do it, he reasoned, he just needed to muster up the courage. The bar crowd had already begun to thin out into a parade of drunken people milling about the door and it was now or never, really. He would do it, he told himself. He would. This man was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Would you like to go somewhere else?” Jaejoong posed the question casually.
“Hmm?" Yunho drained the remainder of his beer, then glanced over in polite interest. "Where?
“Well we could go someplace to eat. Or we could go back to my place..." Jaejoong let the words trail off, hoping that Yunho would catch his drift.
Yunho was silent a long moment, his expression remained neutral but his shoulders tensed.
"It's ok if you don't. I-I just thought I'd ask," Jaejoong's confidence faltered slightly. "Because I was having a good time here with you, and I just wondered..." He trailed off awkwardly.
How lame did he sound? Yunho didn't react and mercifully he didn't question Jaejoong's poor attempt at a come on, only stared down at the table, his features masked.
“You know, I would,” Yunho responded quietly, then made a deliberate, slightly awkward show of checking his watch. "But I should really go home. It's pretty late."
Jaejoong couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over him. "Oh," was all he could say. "Work tomorrow?"
"Yeah, work." Yunho sounded uncomfortable, he avoided eye contact.
"Ok." After a moment of silence that grew increasingly awkward, Jaejoong attempted to gather himself, aware of the heat in his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry, you're right. It's really late. I guess I should just go too," he announced, casting a hasty glance down at his own watch. "Late," he confirmed. "Yes. And it was nice meeting you. Thank you for listening to me, earlier. Thank you, really." Jaejoong then tried to stand, nearly toppling forward into the table but caught himself. He attempted to brush off his clumsiness with an awkward laugh, aware he was already blushing slightly. "Well maybe I'll see you around some time," he muttered. "Nice to talk to you, thanks. Bye." He attempted to flee.
Unfortunately, his plans for a hasty exit went awry when Jaejoong's foot caught under a leg of Yunho's barstool. He stumbled and half collapsed over the man. "Shit," he gasped, struggling to stand.
"Whoa," Yunho grasped his arm. "Hey, wait. Slow down."
Jaejoong clumsily freed his foot, then staggered upright, attempting to shake Yunho off. "I'm fine, it's fine." He attempted to compose himself.
"Easy there.” Yunho immediately rose to his feet, not relinquishing his grip on Jaejoong's arm. "Wait."
"I'm fine," Jaejoong once again attempted to free himself from Yunho, but failed. "There's no need."
"You’re in no state to get yourself home.” Yunho appraised Jaejoong's hazy, unfocused gaze and didn't release him. "I can help."
"I'm fine, really." Jaejoong insisted. "I've been drunker than this. Many times. Often, actually."
But Yunho didn't listen to anything he was saying, merely wrapped an arm around Jaejoong's shoulders. "Come with me."
“Don’t-“ Jaejoong protested stubbornly, elbowing Yunho away from his side. “You don't have to help me.” Jaejoong couldn't help but feel embarrassed that Yunho hadn't accepted his offer to go home together, but somehow he’d ended up in Yunho's arms and not by his own volition.
“Come. My place is just a few minutes away, actually. You can drink some water and sober up there.”
...
Dimly, Jaejoong acknowledged that it might have been a good thing that Yunho was nice enough to help him, as he was perhaps drunker than he'd thought. He only remembered two things from the short ride to Yunho's place, first the burning heat from Yunho’s thick thigh pressed against his own in the backseat of the cab, and second Yunho's mouth close to his ear, hushing him when he tried to sing along loudly to the song playing on the radio-he was sure his off-key drunken vocal abilities were impressive, but perhaps this was the wrong time to show them off.
Jaejoong allowed Yunho to help him out of the cab and to his embarrassment, he promptly stumbled over the curb.
Yunho tsked reproachfully. "Watch out," he reprimanded gently, then looped an arm around Jaejoong's waist and ushered him to the entrance of the building. "This way."
“You live so close," Jaejoong could only slur dazedly as he stared up at the immense building in front of them. The lights from Yunho's high rise blurred into one blinding mass of light, causing Jaejoong's vision to swim temporarily.
Yunho nodded, pressing Jaejoong closer to his side. “Just moved here, actually. I told you. Remember?"
"No..."
"Of course you don't." Yunho chuckled. "Well you're the first person I've invited over-come on, I'll give you the full tour."
Jaejoong couldn't seem to be able to remember any of their prior conversations or anything else for that matter now, his awareness of their surroundings had reduced to nothing but Yunho's hand pressed to the small of his back as he was lead through the double doors of the entranceway into the building. When they passed by the front desk and security guard, Yunho muttered a hasty, slightly embarrassed greeting while struggling to keep Jaejoong upright. Jaejoong did his best not to trip over his own feet as Yunho navigated them both to a large main elevator.
"Come," Yunho instructed briskly, then jabbed at the elevator button and guided Jaejoong inside. "Can you stand up by yourself?"
"Of course I can stand." Jaejoong did his best to straighten his posture. "Fine. I'm totally fine. Really fine," he assured, trying to sound convincing as possible. He couldn't help but feel accomplished when he managed not to sway too precariously on his feet.
Yunho pushed the button to his floor and chuckled, "Alright, I'll let you go." Yunho turned him loose and Jaejoong took a small step to one side. They made eye contact, and Yunho's handsome features were slightly clouded with concern. "You sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine. Really, I-" Abruptly the elevator lurched gently, and Jaejoong promptly toppled into Yunho, knocking into him hard and stepping on one of Yunho's feet.
"Jesus Christ," Yunho swore loudly, immediately seizing ahold of Jaejoong to steady him. He then drew in a sharp intake of breath, wincing as he shifted his weight off his trodden-upon foot. "Again? What is this, the third time tonight?"
"Accident," Jaejoong murmured, only aware that he had somehow ended up in Yunho's arms, or rather Yunho had looped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist to keep him upright. This was a nice place to be, his consciousness acknowledged dimly. Very nice.
"Just stay still, stop moving." Yunho gritted out. "Don't move."
"I'm good now," Jaejoong assured, feeling blissful within Yunho's arms.
"You aren't. You've stepped on me, fallen on me, and bumped into me countless times in the past couple hours."
"Mmm," Jaejoong mumbled unconcernedly, breathing in the heady warmth of Yunho's cologne. "The first time was your fault though."
"I'm sure it was." Some of Yunho's amusement had returned. "But not this time. This was all you."
"I don't think so."
"You definitely owe me an apology for this."
"Nope."
"No? You don't?"
Jaejoong lifted his gaze, discovering they were so close that he could see the cute mole atop of Yunho's lush, pillowy lips. Yunho's lips were particularly nice, Jaejoong noted,
his full lower lip was very pouty and soft looking. Very distracting and worthy of all his attention at the moment. Possibly for the next several moments as well.
Yunho continued to hold him firmly. "Are you always like this when you're drunk? So clumsy?"
Jaejoong continued to stare, he didn't respond.
"Hey, are you listening to me?" Yunho shook him gently. "Hey you. I'd like my apology now, Kim Jaejoong."
They were standing close enough that Yunho's handsome face was all Jaejoong could focus on at the moment. And Yunho’s hands, still steady at his waist were doing things to him, sending little trails of heat to his gut and Jaejoong fought down a shiver. The only thing he could think about was Yunho, particularly losing himself in a very long drawn out kiss with this man. Kissing Yunho. That would be nice.
"Apologize?" he echoed dimly, pondering Yunho's request as he swayed unsteadily in Yunho's arms, dizzy from the wall of heat radiating off Yunho’s very warm torso.
He would apologize, yes. He should definitely apologize. Yunho deserved an apology.
Yunho didn't let him go, his voice urged Jaejoong once more, this time slightly teasing. "I'm waiting."
Yunho wanted something from him. Probably an apology in words, or something along those lines. But the last thing Jaejoong remembered was the proximity of Yunho's handsome, slightly stunned face before he pushed up on his tiptoes to seal their lips together.
Yunho's lips were hot. Softer than he'd imagined and Yunho didn't protest it, but he didn't exactly respond to the hard press of lips either. Jaejoong thought he felt a tremor pass through Yunho’s body as they maintained the lip lock. His hand moved to the back of Yunho’s neck and he pulled Yunho down into him to kiss him harder, a hot, closed mouth, full on press of lips that spanned several seconds. Yunho didn't move, only groaned quietly, and the sound caught in the back of his throat.
Jaejoong broke the kiss off, then released a shuddery exhale of breath. There was a moment of silence within the elevator, in which Jaejoong's breath hitched audibly and Yunho stared at him, stunned. "Ah," Jaejoong then murmured, for a lack of a better thing to say. "Sorry."
"What the hell was that?" Yunho's cheeks appeared noticeably flushed. "That was your apology?"
Jaejoong nodded and licked his lips, he didn't see any further need to explain himself.
Yunho appeared slightly taken aback by Jaejoong's kiss. "'Sorry,'" he mimicked, his voice unsteady. "Were you apologizing for stepping on me? Or kissing me like that?"
"Well... both," Jaejoong offered generously, feeling overly warm in the small space. He wasn't sure exactly what he had apologized for, stepping on Yunho or kissing him without any warning.
"I see." Yunho continued to stare down at Jaejoong, still slightly stunned. "And... ah, do you normally kiss strangers in elevators?"
Jaejoong shook his head, unconsciously his gaze returned to Yunho's lips. "No..."
"Oh." Yunho was still staring down at him, obviously confused. Then Jaejoong swayed in closer, and Yunho tensed. "This... isn't a good idea." Yunho cautioned quietly.
"Why not?"
Yunho started to say something else, then seemed to lose his train of thought when his gaze dipped to the damp curves of Jaejoong's mouth. He fell silent as Jaejoong swayed forward temptingly, then their gazes locked.
The second kiss was different when suddenly Yunho's mouth descended to take his again, and this time Yunho's lips were purposeful, he roughened the kiss until Jaejoong’s very willing mouth parted.
Yunho was a good kisser, Jaejoong discovered. not too aggressive, not too wet, and his mouth was hot and eager, covering and sliding over Jaejoong’s again and again. Jaejoong couldn’t stop the little noise that escaped his throat when Yunho maneuvered them back in the small space of the lift and his back connected hard with the wall behind him. Yunho took over the kiss fully, cupping Jaejoong's face, his thumbs pressing hard along Jaejoong's jaw until Jaejoong groaned and let his mouth fall open further, allowing Yunho to take over completely. Jaejoong could only kiss back, his mind spinning, Yunho’s warmth and taste overwhelming.
From within the elevator, something chimed but Yunho carried on kissing him, his tongue now purposeful and aggressive as it flicked and suckled at Jaejoong’s own. Jaejoong moaned quietly, the sound catching in his throat, the noise partially smothered by Yunho’s hot mouth.
Jaejoong sucked at the ripe swell of Yunho’s lower lip, then licked deeper into Yunho's mouth until they were both panting. Yunho finally pulled back, cupping Jaejoong's cheek gently now, his breath ragged. He shut his eyes and released a shaky exhale, breath heaving against the wetness of Jaejoong's lips. “Fuck,“ Yunho panted harshly, his breath fanning over Jaejoong’s slack, kiss-swollen mouth. Their noses bumped, and Jaejoong's eyes fluttered open to meet Yunho’s heated gaze. "Damn it," Yunho cursed quietly. "I don't even know you. And we should not be doing this here."
With his mouth still wet and tingling, Jaejoong decided Yunho was wrong, because he was sure this was what exactly what they both should be doing right now.
But the elevator agreed with Yunho as it chimed again abruptly, and Yunho hastily took a step back away from him. Just in time, because seconds later the doors rumbled open, revealing an exhausted looking middle aged woman standing there, holding a tiny dog and eyeing them both unpleasantly. The dog yapped rudely several times and the lady made no attempt to hush it up, only continued to stare at both of them suspiciously as she stepped forward into the lift.
Yunho made a hasty attempt to smooth his ruffled, messy hair and nodded to her. Jaejoong knew he must look slightly debauched and reek of alcohol himself so he averted his eyes, feeling thankful when Yunho greeted the lady smoothly. Yunho then placed a hand on the small of Jaejoong's back and guided him out of the elevator, then down a long hallway. Jaejoong swayed into Yunho as they both moved together.
"This way." Yunho ushered quickly. "Follow me."
Jaejoong's
vision swam, his lips still felt tingly hot. He watched impatiently as Yunho's suddenly clumsy fingers fumbled with the pin pad on his door.
The door clicked open and Yunho flicked on a light, then cast a hasty glance around the space. "Sorry about the moving boxes, they're everywhere. Watch your step." He then cleared his throat in an attempt to sound hospitable and composed. "Do you want anything? Water?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure." Jaejoong's breathing was already shallow with desire, he knew what he wanted.
Yunho turned to face him and Jaejoong quickly initiated another kiss. Yunho responded instantly, sweeping his tongue into Jaejoong's, kissing him hard and hot as his faint stubble abused the softness of Jaejoong's skin. He then made a hungry, appreciative noise as his mouth covered Jaejoong's again in an even deeper kiss, and it quickly escalated into one of the hottest, messiest kisses Jaejoong had experienced in a long time.
It was too easy to lose himself in kissing Yunho, whose mouth felt good against his own and Yunho certainly knew what the fuck he was doing, sucking on Jaejoong's plump upper lip, then pulling back to tease deeper into his mouth before caressing his lower lip with hot strokes of tongue. The combination of alcohol and Yunho’s dizzying kisses burned Jaejoong’s mind blank and rendered him weak. The kiss that followed was even more thorough and drawn out as Yunho's hand curved around the back of Jaejoong’s neck, holding him firmly in place as he took his time slowly tasting him, letting their tongues roll over and over, seeking deeper contact. The grip Yunho had in the thick silkiness of Jaejoong's hair made his scalp ache, and Jaejoong was pretty sure he whimpered helplessly into Yunho’s open mouth.
Yunho was obviously enjoying their kisses because soon several low, eager groans reverberated into Jaejoong's mouth. Yunho was eager to mold their lower halves together and made no effort to hide how their kissing was affecting him, Jaejoong soon felt Yunho’s fingers seeking out new territory, first lewdly palming the firm curve of his ass, then squeezing and dragging Jaejoong in closer to his body.
For several minutes, Yunho carried on kissing him like he couldn't get enough of Jaejoong’s mouth, then came a moment of too-deep contact where their mouths strained against each other hard, tongues tangled deeply before Jaejoong tore away, gasping for a long-delayed breath.
They parted for a moment, both panting. Yunho then reached up to wipe excess moisture away from the corner of his lips carefully with a thumb, his eyes still on Jaejoong. "C'mere," Yunho growled. He reached out, grasping hold of Jaejoong's hand. "This way," he ordered, taking a hasty step back and cursed quietly when he stumbled over one of the boxes clustered on the floor.
Jaejoong hardly noticed, he was too busy trying to control his ragged breathing as his head spun dizzily. He licked at his tender lips, aware of the heat in his cheeks and how the warm burn of alcohol now dulled and fuzzed out any reasonable thoughts, instead heightening the feeling of his entire body tingling from Yunho's kisses.
"Bedroom. This way." This command was urgent.
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: Miserable after losing his dream job to another candidate, Jaejoong indulges in a wild night of binge drinking at a local bar where he meets handsome stranger Jung Yunho. Lucky for him, a night of wild, uninhibited sex with this man is just the thing to take his mind off his problems… until of course, their paths cross again the next day.
Genre: AU, Smut, Humor
Warning: Graphic sex.
A/N: I modified the prompt a bit but I hope I was able to capture what you were looking for ♥
“Honey, are you ok?”
Jaejoong felt her long manicured nails digging into the sleeve of his rumpled business suit but didn’t turn to look at the unfamiliar woman clutching at his arm.
He had attempted to sequester himself off to one side of the bar, in a dimly lit corner space where he could avoid the noisy corporate crowd chattering and milling about as they drank and unwound after a busy day at work.
Emboldened by alcohol, this woman had broken away from her group of giddy, overly tipsy office worker friends to approach him, first sidling over to where he sat slumped over in his seat, then pressing in closely to his side. Kim Jaejoong, a 26 year old businessman now found himself in the clutches of this 50 something year old ajumma, whose short shirt was showing a rather inappropriate amount of stocking-covered leg. She was leaning all over him, hand gripping tightly at his sleeve, her voice pitched seductively low and Jaejoong couldn’t tell if her intentions were to comfort him or perhaps seduce him. Neither was anything he desired at the moment.
“Are you ok, dear?” The middle-aged woman tried to get his attention again, her voice all honeyed with concern. Jaejoong felt her fingers clutch at him harder and her perfume washed over him in a cloying wave of floralness that had his stomach lurching unpleasantly.
Perhaps at another time he would have been grateful for her concern, even if uninterested by her attempts at seduction, but not now. Tonight the only thing he was interested in was numbing away the awfulness of his own workday with endless rounds of soju and beer. Here he had sat for close to three hours alone, shredding a bar napkin between his fingertips and staring down at his morose reflection in the glossy smooth finish of the bar countertop.
"Are you ok?"
She was going to continue to nag him until she got some sort of answer, he knew. After a few minutes Jaejoong managed to nod stiffly. “I’m fine,” he replied with a curtness that was only just barely polite. “Don’t concern yourself.”
Encouraged by his response, the lady's hand abandoned his arm and then began rubbing his back in slow and comforting motions. “You don’t look fine, dear, you're trembling," she observed. "The bathroom is back that way if you’re going to be sick.”
“I’m not going to be sick!” Jaejoong denied crossly, shifting slightly to get away from the subtle pressure of her hand between his shoulder blades. It didn’t work, she only pressed in closer and the light touch on his back kept moving, caressing.
“But you really don’t look well," the woman crooned in concern. "You're very pale."
On another occasion he would have endured this ajumma's attentions for the sake of politeness, but Jaejoong couldn't be bothered tonight. He spoke through gritted teeth, "I said I'm fine."
The lady moved in even closer, too close, until he could feel the warmth of her breath stirring the dark strands of hair at his cheek. “If you aren't sick then tell me what’s wrong, dear,” she cajoled again more sweetly. "Maybe I can help."
Jaejoong shook his head firmly, turning away from the woman’s overly concerned gaze.
How was he supposed to tell this lady that today had been one of the most disappointing days of his life? That everything he’d worked so hard for for the past five years had been denied to him only several hours ago, and that all his hopes and dreams had been crushed so badly that four rounds of beer and shots hadn't even begun to take the sting off the bad news he had received.
Jaejoong's gaze didn't lift from the countertop. "Really, I’m fine,” he announced forcefully, knowing he didn't sound it.
“I don’t think you’re fine. Tell noona what’s wrong, dear. Did you have a bad day? I can make it better..."
Jaejoong flinched at her inappropriate informal and excessively sweet tone. He let loose a tortured sigh, causing the woman to coo to him softly and stroke his back with greater enthusiasm.
“Didn’t get the job I wanted,” he revealed finally, annoyed that his voice sounded petulant and slightly tearful.
“And what do you do, dear?” Her voice was all saccharine sugar in his ear. “You’re very good looking. Are you a model?”
Jaejoong almost snorted. “No. I do services management for an IT company.”
“Oh I see. You must be a very clever boy then.” She continued caressing over the broad plane of his back and shifted closer, perhaps impressed with his employment.
Jaejoong tensed, but allowed her to continue soothing him. “I… wanted a management position and a raise but I didn’t get either,” he confessed unhappily. “They gave it to someone else. A new hire from outside of the company, when I was more than qualified and they told me they wanted to promote someone in-house.” His words came out slightly slurred and broken. "Apparently I wasn't good enough," he finished miserably, letting loose another mournful sigh. He then took a deep swig of his beer.
"Poor baby," the woman cooed regretfully and pressed closer to his side, her fingers never ceased smoothing over Jaejoong’s back. “Everything will be fine,” she assured meaninglessly, her eyes slightly glazed over as she stared him down with barely repressed interest. "You're here with noona now."
A moment of silence passed between them, her still stroking him, then something in Jaejoong recoiled slightly as he felt her pudgy thigh nudge up against his own.
Despite the morose drunken haze that dulled his senses, Jaejoong could only assume that this woman was far more interested in invading his personal space than listening to his workplace woes. He had hoped she'd eventually tire of petting him and turn him loose as he wasn’t exactly interested in women in the first place, but he wasn’t sure the best way to let this very persistent ajumma know.
He straightened up and shifted away from her clutches, then downed the remainder of his beer in one go. “Really, I’m fine,” Jaejoong stated once more, attempting to smooth the sleeve of his rumpled suit jacket where she had clutched at it persistently. “I should try to sober up a bit before I go home.”
"You’re leaving?” This stopped her roaming hand, the caressing fingers on his back froze. “But we were just getting to know each other." She pouted, her ostentatious gold earrings shimmying.
“You'll find someone else to talk to,” Jaejoong countered bluntly, now fed up with her unwelcome intimacy and the wave upon wave of floral, cloying perfume that continued to assault his senses when she rubbed up against him. There was obviously plenty of other good prey for her to stalk at the bar, including several tall men in suits idling at tables alone. Jaejoong had noticed them when he first cast a glance around the place. Why did she feel the need to bother him?
"Stay," she protested, whining and clutching at him once more. "Stay and noona will buy you another drink."
She obviously had no intention of turning him loose. Annoyed, Jaejoong scowled as he watched her gesture to the bartender for another round, then fumble within her purse for a tube of lipstick before attempting to reapply it clumsily. Jaejoong could foresee the distant future, she would ply him with more and more drinks, then attempt to follow him home.
"You're no fun," she sulked, smacking her lipstick-coated lips together before admiring herself in the reflection of her cell phone, then patted at her stiff perm.
"I'm leaving," Jaejoong announced crossly and stood, swaying briefly on his feet. He ignored her loud wail in protest and swiftly departed, making his way towards the back of the bar. The alcohol had gone to his head and he stumbled a bit as he navigated around several clusters of people before heading down the narrow hallway to the toilets.
Once alone in the mercifully empty men's bathroom, Jaejoong attempted to steady himself at the sink and breathed out sigh of relief. He lingered in front of the mirror, letting the water run a moment before ducking to cup the stream in his palms and splash it on his face. He then stood, briefly gripping at the counter to regain his balance before groping for a paper towel to blot water off his cheeks.
God dammit, this wasn’t how his night was supposed to end, he told himself, shivering as a wayward droplet of cool water trickled down into his collar. He had come to this local bar to drink away his sorrows, perhaps indulge himself in a good fuck with an attractive stranger if that opportunity presented itself to forget the shittiness of his day, not hide out in the men's lavatory, seeking refuge from a sexually frustrated ajumma. He had no desire to let some drunken cougar paw at him, grope him and wrinkle one of his more expensive suit jackets in her attempts to seduce him in his vulnerable state. Her unwelcome attentions were just an awful end to a very unfortunate day.
Jaejoong heaved a sigh, still swaying unsteadily over the sink. He dried his hands on the paper towel, then tossed the wadded up ball in the vague direction of the trashcan, missing it by a long shot. Perhaps all the beverages he’d consumed over the course of the evening had finally caught up with him, he acknowledged dimly.
But he didn't look that drunk, he assured himself, puffing out his cheeks once before drawing in a deep, steadying breath. Did he? Hazily, he observed himself in the mirror. First his untidy mess of dark hair caught his attention, then his eyes, too-wide and slightly unfocused, and lastly his skin, very pale and strangely luminous under the unflattering fluorescent light of the bathroom.
“A model,” he chuckled under his breath. “She thought I was a model.” Jaejoong laughed drily. “Crazy lady," he grumbled, swaying forward to study himself more critically in the dim lighting. Nothing about him looked modelesque right now as far as he could see. Usually Jaejoong took great care to keep his appearance tidy and neat, his suits were always neatly pressed and his hair styled immaculately into place. But now he looked strangely unfamiliar in his heavy state of drunkenness, with his suit rumpled, hair mussed, and his eyes a little wild.
Jaejoong swore quietly at his disheveled appearance. He attempted to smooth a few wayward pieces of hair back into place but eventually gave up. After a brief glance at his watch, he decided he'd allow himself one last drink before departing for the night, hopefully this would push him over the edge into a blissful state of indifference to all of the day's disappointments. As for the persistent woman at the bar, he assured himself that he'd find a way to avoid her, perhaps he'd lose her in the crowd.
With jaw set in determination, Jaejoong yanked the door to the men's bathroom open and took several uncoordinated, stumbling steps out into the darkened hallway.
He promptly collided with a tall, solid mass of person standing just off to one side.
Startled by the contact, Jaejoong let loose a surprised shout before losing his balance and staggering back ungracefully into the wall. His elbow made jarring contact and he swore loudly. “Watch where you’re going,” Jaejoong snarled at the stranger he'd just bumped into.
Firm hands steadied him, one on his shoulder and another at his waist. “Hey,” the man cautioned gently. “Be careful."
Jaejoong glanced up. The hands gripping him belonged to a stranger he'd never seen before, now gazing down on him in a mixture of concern and faint amusement. "Are you ok?" the man questioned.
For a moment Jaejoong didn't respond, only stared at the unfamiliar person. The sleek suit the man wore looked expensive but his sleeves were folded back carelessly and his tie had been loosened and pulled askew. The man’s hair was dark and soft looking, styled messy in the front, and his features delicate but his jaw line well-defined. Jaejoong continued to stare, taken aback by the stranger’s good looks. Then his elbow throbbed dully where he’d struck it and he scowled up at the man.
"Are you ok?" The stranger repeated, now anxious over Jaejoong's lack of a response. "You didn't hit your head or anything, did you?"
"Of course not," Jaejoong shook him off. "I'm fine." He grumbled, wincing as he rubbed at his sore elbow. “You should really watch where you’re going."
“I should watch where I’m going?” the stranger countered playfully, his lips twitched into a smile. “But you’re the one who ran into me. I bet you didn't even see me, did you."
“You shouldn't have been standing there like that," Jaejoong informed him reproachfully.
"I'm not allowed to make phone calls in the hallway?" The stranger chuckled. "I apologize." He then pointedly slid his cell phone back into the pocket of his suit jacket and cast Jaejoong another grin.
Jaejoong huffed in disapproval. “Forget it," he muttered, then attempted to step aside.
The stranger deliberately shifted to block his exit.
"Excuse me," Jaejoong tried again, venturing to slip by the man once more.
"Oh, am I in your way again?" The stranger's dark eyebrows lifted in mock surprise. "Maybe this time you'll ask me politely to move instead of running into me."
Jaejoong scowled. The man was attractive but equally annoying it seemed, and he felt himself losing patience. “Yes, of course you're in my way.” Jaejoong hardly sounded polite now but he didn't care. "Move."
Instead of moving, this man instead chose to stare Jaejoong down, still grinning openly. He first took a leisurely glance down at Jaejoong's rumpled suit jacket, then his gaze moved up to the unbuttoned collar of Jaejoong’s shirt displaying a lot of pale skin, then all the way up to peruse Jaejoong's face once over before stopping at Jaejoong’s lips, where his gaze lingered briefly. "You know, I think you should be more polite," he teased, finally lifting his gaze to meet Jaejoong's eyes. "And you should apologize for bumping into me. Don't I deserve an apology?" He folded his arms and stared down at Jaejoong expectantly.
Jaejoong frowned, feeling a sudden flush rise to his cheeks. "An apology?" he echoed uncertainly, taken aback by the man's teasing demeanor.
“Why are you in such a hurry to leave anyway? Eager to get back to your lady friend?" The man made no effort to hide his amusement over this.
"Who?" This comment surprised Jaejoong.
"The one I saw you with at the bar. The mature woman. You seemed... intimate." The man was obviously entertained by the idea of Jaejoong and the middle aged woman together, his eyes shone with barely repressed mirth.
"No,” Jaejoong denied vehemently. “And she’s not my girlfriend, I don't even know her.”
“Ahh, I thought so. Date then maybe?" The man chuckled. "Or perhaps blind date? Sometimes those don't work out."
"No, it's nothing like that." Jaejoong snapped.
"Just a guess." The man shrugged. "She’s a little old for you. Perhaps next time try someone your own age?"
What the hell was with this stranger's attitude? "Excuse me," Jaejoong retorted. "What I do is none of your business."
“You're right, I'm sorry." The man apologized swiftly. "Anyway, it's unfortunate you're leaving now, I was going to offer to buy you a drink." His lips quirked in amusement. "Just because you look like you've had a rough night." He then proceeded to wink cheekily at Jaejoong. "And don't worry, I'll forgive your lack of manners... just this once."
…
Why he agreed to let this strange man buy him a drink, Jaejoong didn't know. Possibly because the man was attractive, even if annoying, and possibly because this stranger's company would help ward off that predatory ajumma, should she return to claim him for the night. He'd intended to have one last drink before he departed anyway, and sharing it with this man wouldn't be a problem, Jaejoong told himself.
The man-he'd introduced himself as Jung Yunho-was a combination of friendly and assertive that Jaejoong found irritating. After he'd agreed to a drink, Yunho had taken hold of his arm, then steered them both to a vacant table where he pressed Jaejoong into a seat. He then effortlessly waved over a bartender and without asking Jaejoong what he wanted, he had proceeded to order them both a round of drinks.
Yunho was undoubtedly an executive type, Jaejoong guessed, obnoxious and self-assured, but easy going and friendly enough that he got away with it most of the time. He was wrapped up in a dark suit that Jaejoong found unusually fancy given their current location. It far surpassed business casual and he could only guess why Yunho had chosen this ensemble for a night out, perhaps he'd come from a meeting or some formal event where he had dressed to impress. Up close Jaejoong noticed that Yunho was undeniably good looking, his gaze perused the man's defined jaw and soft looking lips.
"And your name is?" Yunho had placed casual fingertips on Jaejoong's sleeve to get his attention.
"What?" Jaejoong flinched slightly at the contact.
"Your name?" Yunho's beaming smile didn't waver.
"Kim Jaejoong," he announced, hoping Yunho hadn't noticed him staring.
"Nice to meet you, Kim Jaejoong." Yunho's fingers lingered for a moment, then he pulled away and cheerfully clinked their glasses together. Unperturbed by Jaejoong's detached mood, he promptly downed half of his beverage and then launched into his impressive life story.
While Yunho talked, Jaejoong sipped at his own drink, uninterested in Yunho enthusiastic rambling about his Masters degree in Business Administration, the two years he'd spent abroad doing charity work in Ghana, and the meteoric rise to success he'd had in the first company he worked for despite his young age of 26. Yunho's narrative was no doubt meant to impress him, but tonight Jaejoong wasn't in the mood to listen to other people's accomplishments. Yunho's words brought his own failures back to the forefront of his mind and Jaejoong could only sit there numbly, half-heartedly listening while toying restlessly with his beer glass.
While Yunho continued to ramble on excitedly about his recent relocation to Seoul for a new work opportunity, Jaejoong instead occupied himself with quickly drinking down the remainder of his drink. He then shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
When he opened them, Yunho had fallen silent and was now staring at him curiously.
“What?” Jaejoong questioned, feeling unsettled under Yunho's gaze.
Yunho shrugged. “You seem distracted. Is something wrong? Am I boring you?”
Jaejoong watched Yunho’s long, elegant fingers toy with the rim of his glass. "No, it's just that I've had a shitty day," he muttered.
“That much is obvious. What’s got you down?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it."
"Tell me. I'm good at listening." Yunho shot him a disarming grin.
Jaejoong said nothing for a moment, then sighed gustily. “Well, I applied for a management position in my company.”
“Good for you.” Yunho sounded genuinely encouraging.
Jaejoong laughed bitterly. “Yeah, and to make a long story short I didn’t get the job. They told me I was the most qualified applicant too, but then they went and brought in some new jerk to manage us all. Probably some lazy son of a bitch whose daddy pulled strings to get him the spot,” Jaejoong sneered. “Makes me sick. And now I’m working under this new asshole, technically he'll be my boss."
"I see," Yunho's gaze had gone serious. "Sorry to hear that."
"It's fine," Jaejoong sighed.
Yunho said nothing, only frowned sympathetically.
“I’ve thought about it again and again. Why wouldn’t they give me the promotion? I’ve never lost a large account. I've never had a customer complaint filed against me." Jaejoong's grip trembled around his empty beer glass. “Probably because I'm cautious and I don't take risks. That was the main reason, they said. Because I'm not a risk taker." Jaejoong laughed hollowly. "What does that even mean?"
Yunho’s eyebrows raised slightly at this admission. "I'm not sure."
"Whatever. That's just management's excuse, of course. I think it's all just nepotism.” Jaejoong glowered down at the table. “They probably just gave the job to some CEO's son. They always do that, don't they."
"You think so?"
“Of course. Nobody else could be more qualified than me. Even my coworkers agreed that I deserved this as I'd worked there the longest."
"That does seem unfair. What are you going to do about it?"
"If management doesn't think I'm aggressive enough, I'll show them aggressive," Jaejoong's swayed tipsily in his chair, grimacing. "For starters I'll make this new guy's life a living hell."
Yunho chuckled quietly, then clinked his glass against Jaejoong's. "Good for you, stand up for yourself."
"This new guy probably doesn't know shit anyways. He'll be an idiot."
"I agree with you, executives shouldn't use influence to get their friends and family jobs. It's unfair to everyone else." Yunho nodded seriously. "You know, I could have worked for my uncle’s company but I decided to get a job elsewhere," he admitted quietly. "I felt like I had to prove myself."
"I admire that."
Yunho shrugged. "My family wasn't too happy about it but it was important to me."
A silence passed between them, Jaejoong still scowling into his empty beer glass.
"I'll get us another round." Yunho waved to bartender hastily, then turned back to Jaejoong. "You're in IT, you said? Perhaps we have a similar background. Where do you work?"
"In a division of Seoul Tech Solutions. The office is close to here, actually." Jaejoong made a sweeping, drunken gesture in the vague direction of his workplace. "I come here after work sometimes because we're a few streets over. Can't say much about the crowd here but the drinks are cheap..." A hazy glance across the room had confirmed that the predatory ajumma he'd abandoned earlier that night had draped herself across a new target, an elderly businessman, very red in the face from too much alcohol. He however, appeared much more receptive to her charms.
Yunho was silent a moment, staring at his own beer glass. "Seoul Tech, huh?"
"Yeah. Forget it," Jaejoong waved the topic away. "I don't want to discuss work anymore. I've been dwelling on it for the past eight hours." Jaejoong groaned quietly, then ran a hand through his ruffled hair. "Enough already."
They sat in silence for a moment, and Yunho seemed unsure of what to say as Jaejoong sipped at the new beer that'd been placed in front of him.
“Hey,” Yunho spoke quietly, reaching out to pat Jaejoong’s hand, his gaze had once again gone solemn. “I just want you to know... you seem like a decent guy, don’t worry about this job. You’ll do well for yourself," he consoled. "There are always other chances, Jaejoong. Don’t give up hope just because this one opportunity fell through."
Jaejoong was grateful for the gesture, and more grateful for Yunho's warm fingers covering his own in the brief silence that passed between them. "Thanks," he mumbled, flushing a bit at the unexpected contact when Yunho didn't immediately pull away.
Yunho was certainly not as obnoxious as he'd initially assumed, Jaejoong decided halfway through their second drink. The night had taken more of a pleasant turn due to Yunho's company and consolations, and some of his bad mood began to fade, although he couldn't help but notice that Yunho's demeanor had changed as well, he'd lost much of his initial cheerfulness. Jaejoong regretted complaining about his job, obviously it'd dampened the mood between them.
Jaejoong's drunken consciousness had fully settled on Yunho now. He found Yunho's cologne distracting, it was just the right amount of spicy warmth and masculine assertiveness that had Jaejoong not so subtly seeking closer proximity. He shifted upon his stool to fix his gaze upon the man fully and stared, first at broad sloping shoulders, then the long straight line of Yunho's nose, then his full lips.
Dear god, how had he not noticed just how attractive this man was? Yes, this night had taken a very fortunate turn, Jaejoong decided. This stranger was far better looking than any other man he'd seen tonight and Jaejoong was most definitely interested. He'd come out tonight looking for a good fuck, hadn't he?
But would this man be willing? Yunho had initially stared at him quite a lot in the hallway, perhaps even flirted with him-Jaejoong wasn't sure if that counted as flirting, perhaps Yunho just enjoyed teasing people. But Yunho was also a toucher. He had nudged Jaejoong’s knee under the table and brushed his fingertips over the back of Jaejoong’s
hand several times, and each time Yunho touched him, Jaejoong’s skin tingled pleasantly. Yunho was talking now, but Jaejoong could hardly be bothered to listen to the words coming out of the man's mouth. But what was Yunho saying?
“There are many job opportunities in other countries too. Have you ever studied abroad? My sister met her husband in University, he's an exchange student from Canada," Yunho rambled on enthusiastically, then sipped at his drink. "They just got married and moved to Canada. Apparently she goes ice fishing with his family there all the time."
"Ice fishing?" Jaejoong echoed uninterestedly.
"Yes, ice fishing." Yunho continued, oblivious to Jaejoong's lack of enthusiasm on the subject. "It's all done within a tent, of course. To stay warm."
"Hmm," Jaejoong mumbled. A long moment passed where he continued to watch Yunho, mesmerized by the man's distinct features in the low light, the slant of brow, the curve of lip.
"First you have to prepare the spot and have the right tools, make sure it's wide enough before casting the pole."
Yes, Yunho was most definitely his type, Jaejoong decided. How had he not realized this earlier? Perhaps he'd been too caught up in his own bad mood. But now his sorrows of the day had been fully drowned out by his full on interest in this man. He struggled to maintain a look of polite interest while Yunho continued to explain the basics of ice fishing.
"And then you have to be patient, play with things a little to create interest, it can take a while but then if you get a nice big one..."
Jaejoong's gaze unconsciously began to wander, drifting down to the dark pants Yunho wore. A swift, not-so-subtle glance at Yunho's lap revealed the hard muscled outline of thick thighs in snug fitting pants, strained tight across the crotch. Jaejoong swallowed as his mind imagined how Yunho would look minus those pants. Then himself running his hands over naked flesh and feeling the muscled strength beneath his palms, then himself not-so-innocently rubbing himself between those thighs, and then-
"You get all wet because it's splashing everywhere but you have to hold on tight and try to move fast enough to settle it, then take the hook out. Yes, and it's a problem when you catch one too big to get out of the hole..."
Jaejoong blinked, then flushed.
Well this was bad. Now he was picturing holes and poles, particularly large ones and this man on top of him, ramming into him repeatedly until he was half dead with ecstasy. Jaejoong hastily tried to disperse those thoughts, then cast his eyes down thoughtfully, letting his teeth sink gently into the plump roundness of his lower lip as he willed himself to calm down and think of a plan. How could he get Yunho home with him and into his bed? Perhaps he would invite Yunho back with him. Take a risk, his subconscious urged. He would do it. He would. But first he needed liquid courage. Perhaps another round of drinks first.
"You want another beer? I'll buy." Jaejoong offered, almost knocking over his mostly empty beer glass with an elbow in his haste to catch the bartender's attention. Yunho righted it quickly, then waved away his offer with a smile.
"Still working on this one, thanks."
Jaejoong nodded in response. He then drained the remainder of his own beer slowly and placed his empty glass on the table top. “Jung Yunho, is it?” Jaejoong took a steadying breath.
The man nodded.
Perhaps he should just be direct. “Jung Yunho…” Jaejoong spoke the name slowly. He then fidgeted with his glass briefly, weighing his options.
It would be a risk. A gamble, because he didn't know if Yunho would accept, and furthermore he didn't even know if Yunho was single or even into guys. There was no polite way to ask.
He had certainly never asked a man to go home with him before, usually Jaejoong found himself agreeing to people's offers, not the other way round. He wouldn't have dared to do something as bold as this, ask a total stranger to sleep with him but he was probably drunk enough do it, he reasoned, he just needed to muster up the courage. The bar crowd had already begun to thin out into a parade of drunken people milling about the door and it was now or never, really. He would do it, he told himself. He would. This man was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Would you like to go somewhere else?” Jaejoong posed the question casually.
“Hmm?" Yunho drained the remainder of his beer, then glanced over in polite interest. "Where?
“Well we could go someplace to eat. Or we could go back to my place..." Jaejoong let the words trail off, hoping that Yunho would catch his drift.
Yunho was silent a long moment, his expression remained neutral but his shoulders tensed.
"It's ok if you don't. I-I just thought I'd ask," Jaejoong's confidence faltered slightly. "Because I was having a good time here with you, and I just wondered..." He trailed off awkwardly.
How lame did he sound? Yunho didn't react and mercifully he didn't question Jaejoong's poor attempt at a come on, only stared down at the table, his features masked.
“You know, I would,” Yunho responded quietly, then made a deliberate, slightly awkward show of checking his watch. "But I should really go home. It's pretty late."
Jaejoong couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over him. "Oh," was all he could say. "Work tomorrow?"
"Yeah, work." Yunho sounded uncomfortable, he avoided eye contact.
"Ok." After a moment of silence that grew increasingly awkward, Jaejoong attempted to gather himself, aware of the heat in his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry, you're right. It's really late. I guess I should just go too," he announced, casting a hasty glance down at his own watch. "Late," he confirmed. "Yes. And it was nice meeting you. Thank you for listening to me, earlier. Thank you, really." Jaejoong then tried to stand, nearly toppling forward into the table but caught himself. He attempted to brush off his clumsiness with an awkward laugh, aware he was already blushing slightly. "Well maybe I'll see you around some time," he muttered. "Nice to talk to you, thanks. Bye." He attempted to flee.
Unfortunately, his plans for a hasty exit went awry when Jaejoong's foot caught under a leg of Yunho's barstool. He stumbled and half collapsed over the man. "Shit," he gasped, struggling to stand.
"Whoa," Yunho grasped his arm. "Hey, wait. Slow down."
Jaejoong clumsily freed his foot, then staggered upright, attempting to shake Yunho off. "I'm fine, it's fine." He attempted to compose himself.
"Easy there.” Yunho immediately rose to his feet, not relinquishing his grip on Jaejoong's arm. "Wait."
"I'm fine," Jaejoong once again attempted to free himself from Yunho, but failed. "There's no need."
"You’re in no state to get yourself home.” Yunho appraised Jaejoong's hazy, unfocused gaze and didn't release him. "I can help."
"I'm fine, really." Jaejoong insisted. "I've been drunker than this. Many times. Often, actually."
But Yunho didn't listen to anything he was saying, merely wrapped an arm around Jaejoong's shoulders. "Come with me."
“Don’t-“ Jaejoong protested stubbornly, elbowing Yunho away from his side. “You don't have to help me.” Jaejoong couldn't help but feel embarrassed that Yunho hadn't accepted his offer to go home together, but somehow he’d ended up in Yunho's arms and not by his own volition.
“Come. My place is just a few minutes away, actually. You can drink some water and sober up there.”
...
Dimly, Jaejoong acknowledged that it might have been a good thing that Yunho was nice enough to help him, as he was perhaps drunker than he'd thought. He only remembered two things from the short ride to Yunho's place, first the burning heat from Yunho’s thick thigh pressed against his own in the backseat of the cab, and second Yunho's mouth close to his ear, hushing him when he tried to sing along loudly to the song playing on the radio-he was sure his off-key drunken vocal abilities were impressive, but perhaps this was the wrong time to show them off.
Jaejoong allowed Yunho to help him out of the cab and to his embarrassment, he promptly stumbled over the curb.
Yunho tsked reproachfully. "Watch out," he reprimanded gently, then looped an arm around Jaejoong's waist and ushered him to the entrance of the building. "This way."
“You live so close," Jaejoong could only slur dazedly as he stared up at the immense building in front of them. The lights from Yunho's high rise blurred into one blinding mass of light, causing Jaejoong's vision to swim temporarily.
Yunho nodded, pressing Jaejoong closer to his side. “Just moved here, actually. I told you. Remember?"
"No..."
"Of course you don't." Yunho chuckled. "Well you're the first person I've invited over-come on, I'll give you the full tour."
Jaejoong couldn't seem to be able to remember any of their prior conversations or anything else for that matter now, his awareness of their surroundings had reduced to nothing but Yunho's hand pressed to the small of his back as he was lead through the double doors of the entranceway into the building. When they passed by the front desk and security guard, Yunho muttered a hasty, slightly embarrassed greeting while struggling to keep Jaejoong upright. Jaejoong did his best not to trip over his own feet as Yunho navigated them both to a large main elevator.
"Come," Yunho instructed briskly, then jabbed at the elevator button and guided Jaejoong inside. "Can you stand up by yourself?"
"Of course I can stand." Jaejoong did his best to straighten his posture. "Fine. I'm totally fine. Really fine," he assured, trying to sound convincing as possible. He couldn't help but feel accomplished when he managed not to sway too precariously on his feet.
Yunho pushed the button to his floor and chuckled, "Alright, I'll let you go." Yunho turned him loose and Jaejoong took a small step to one side. They made eye contact, and Yunho's handsome features were slightly clouded with concern. "You sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine. Really, I-" Abruptly the elevator lurched gently, and Jaejoong promptly toppled into Yunho, knocking into him hard and stepping on one of Yunho's feet.
"Jesus Christ," Yunho swore loudly, immediately seizing ahold of Jaejoong to steady him. He then drew in a sharp intake of breath, wincing as he shifted his weight off his trodden-upon foot. "Again? What is this, the third time tonight?"
"Accident," Jaejoong murmured, only aware that he had somehow ended up in Yunho's arms, or rather Yunho had looped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist to keep him upright. This was a nice place to be, his consciousness acknowledged dimly. Very nice.
"Just stay still, stop moving." Yunho gritted out. "Don't move."
"I'm good now," Jaejoong assured, feeling blissful within Yunho's arms.
"You aren't. You've stepped on me, fallen on me, and bumped into me countless times in the past couple hours."
"Mmm," Jaejoong mumbled unconcernedly, breathing in the heady warmth of Yunho's cologne. "The first time was your fault though."
"I'm sure it was." Some of Yunho's amusement had returned. "But not this time. This was all you."
"I don't think so."
"You definitely owe me an apology for this."
"Nope."
"No? You don't?"
Jaejoong lifted his gaze, discovering they were so close that he could see the cute mole atop of Yunho's lush, pillowy lips. Yunho's lips were particularly nice, Jaejoong noted,
his full lower lip was very pouty and soft looking. Very distracting and worthy of all his attention at the moment. Possibly for the next several moments as well.
Yunho continued to hold him firmly. "Are you always like this when you're drunk? So clumsy?"
Jaejoong continued to stare, he didn't respond.
"Hey, are you listening to me?" Yunho shook him gently. "Hey you. I'd like my apology now, Kim Jaejoong."
They were standing close enough that Yunho's handsome face was all Jaejoong could focus on at the moment. And Yunho’s hands, still steady at his waist were doing things to him, sending little trails of heat to his gut and Jaejoong fought down a shiver. The only thing he could think about was Yunho, particularly losing himself in a very long drawn out kiss with this man. Kissing Yunho. That would be nice.
"Apologize?" he echoed dimly, pondering Yunho's request as he swayed unsteadily in Yunho's arms, dizzy from the wall of heat radiating off Yunho’s very warm torso.
He would apologize, yes. He should definitely apologize. Yunho deserved an apology.
Yunho didn't let him go, his voice urged Jaejoong once more, this time slightly teasing. "I'm waiting."
Yunho wanted something from him. Probably an apology in words, or something along those lines. But the last thing Jaejoong remembered was the proximity of Yunho's handsome, slightly stunned face before he pushed up on his tiptoes to seal their lips together.
Yunho's lips were hot. Softer than he'd imagined and Yunho didn't protest it, but he didn't exactly respond to the hard press of lips either. Jaejoong thought he felt a tremor pass through Yunho’s body as they maintained the lip lock. His hand moved to the back of Yunho’s neck and he pulled Yunho down into him to kiss him harder, a hot, closed mouth, full on press of lips that spanned several seconds. Yunho didn't move, only groaned quietly, and the sound caught in the back of his throat.
Jaejoong broke the kiss off, then released a shuddery exhale of breath. There was a moment of silence within the elevator, in which Jaejoong's breath hitched audibly and Yunho stared at him, stunned. "Ah," Jaejoong then murmured, for a lack of a better thing to say. "Sorry."
"What the hell was that?" Yunho's cheeks appeared noticeably flushed. "That was your apology?"
Jaejoong nodded and licked his lips, he didn't see any further need to explain himself.
Yunho appeared slightly taken aback by Jaejoong's kiss. "'Sorry,'" he mimicked, his voice unsteady. "Were you apologizing for stepping on me? Or kissing me like that?"
"Well... both," Jaejoong offered generously, feeling overly warm in the small space. He wasn't sure exactly what he had apologized for, stepping on Yunho or kissing him without any warning.
"I see." Yunho continued to stare down at Jaejoong, still slightly stunned. "And... ah, do you normally kiss strangers in elevators?"
Jaejoong shook his head, unconsciously his gaze returned to Yunho's lips. "No..."
"Oh." Yunho was still staring down at him, obviously confused. Then Jaejoong swayed in closer, and Yunho tensed. "This... isn't a good idea." Yunho cautioned quietly.
"Why not?"
Yunho started to say something else, then seemed to lose his train of thought when his gaze dipped to the damp curves of Jaejoong's mouth. He fell silent as Jaejoong swayed forward temptingly, then their gazes locked.
The second kiss was different when suddenly Yunho's mouth descended to take his again, and this time Yunho's lips were purposeful, he roughened the kiss until Jaejoong’s very willing mouth parted.
Yunho was a good kisser, Jaejoong discovered. not too aggressive, not too wet, and his mouth was hot and eager, covering and sliding over Jaejoong’s again and again. Jaejoong couldn’t stop the little noise that escaped his throat when Yunho maneuvered them back in the small space of the lift and his back connected hard with the wall behind him. Yunho took over the kiss fully, cupping Jaejoong's face, his thumbs pressing hard along Jaejoong's jaw until Jaejoong groaned and let his mouth fall open further, allowing Yunho to take over completely. Jaejoong could only kiss back, his mind spinning, Yunho’s warmth and taste overwhelming.
From within the elevator, something chimed but Yunho carried on kissing him, his tongue now purposeful and aggressive as it flicked and suckled at Jaejoong’s own. Jaejoong moaned quietly, the sound catching in his throat, the noise partially smothered by Yunho’s hot mouth.
Jaejoong sucked at the ripe swell of Yunho’s lower lip, then licked deeper into Yunho's mouth until they were both panting. Yunho finally pulled back, cupping Jaejoong's cheek gently now, his breath ragged. He shut his eyes and released a shaky exhale, breath heaving against the wetness of Jaejoong's lips. “Fuck,“ Yunho panted harshly, his breath fanning over Jaejoong’s slack, kiss-swollen mouth. Their noses bumped, and Jaejoong's eyes fluttered open to meet Yunho’s heated gaze. "Damn it," Yunho cursed quietly. "I don't even know you. And we should not be doing this here."
With his mouth still wet and tingling, Jaejoong decided Yunho was wrong, because he was sure this was what exactly what they both should be doing right now.
But the elevator agreed with Yunho as it chimed again abruptly, and Yunho hastily took a step back away from him. Just in time, because seconds later the doors rumbled open, revealing an exhausted looking middle aged woman standing there, holding a tiny dog and eyeing them both unpleasantly. The dog yapped rudely several times and the lady made no attempt to hush it up, only continued to stare at both of them suspiciously as she stepped forward into the lift.
Yunho made a hasty attempt to smooth his ruffled, messy hair and nodded to her. Jaejoong knew he must look slightly debauched and reek of alcohol himself so he averted his eyes, feeling thankful when Yunho greeted the lady smoothly. Yunho then placed a hand on the small of Jaejoong's back and guided him out of the elevator, then down a long hallway. Jaejoong swayed into Yunho as they both moved together.
"This way." Yunho ushered quickly. "Follow me."
Jaejoong's
vision swam, his lips still felt tingly hot. He watched impatiently as Yunho's suddenly clumsy fingers fumbled with the pin pad on his door.
The door clicked open and Yunho flicked on a light, then cast a hasty glance around the space. "Sorry about the moving boxes, they're everywhere. Watch your step." He then cleared his throat in an attempt to sound hospitable and composed. "Do you want anything? Water?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure." Jaejoong's breathing was already shallow with desire, he knew what he wanted.
Yunho turned to face him and Jaejoong quickly initiated another kiss. Yunho responded instantly, sweeping his tongue into Jaejoong's, kissing him hard and hot as his faint stubble abused the softness of Jaejoong's skin. He then made a hungry, appreciative noise as his mouth covered Jaejoong's again in an even deeper kiss, and it quickly escalated into one of the hottest, messiest kisses Jaejoong had experienced in a long time.
It was too easy to lose himself in kissing Yunho, whose mouth felt good against his own and Yunho certainly knew what the fuck he was doing, sucking on Jaejoong's plump upper lip, then pulling back to tease deeper into his mouth before caressing his lower lip with hot strokes of tongue. The combination of alcohol and Yunho’s dizzying kisses burned Jaejoong’s mind blank and rendered him weak. The kiss that followed was even more thorough and drawn out as Yunho's hand curved around the back of Jaejoong’s neck, holding him firmly in place as he took his time slowly tasting him, letting their tongues roll over and over, seeking deeper contact. The grip Yunho had in the thick silkiness of Jaejoong's hair made his scalp ache, and Jaejoong was pretty sure he whimpered helplessly into Yunho’s open mouth.
Yunho was obviously enjoying their kisses because soon several low, eager groans reverberated into Jaejoong's mouth. Yunho was eager to mold their lower halves together and made no effort to hide how their kissing was affecting him, Jaejoong soon felt Yunho’s fingers seeking out new territory, first lewdly palming the firm curve of his ass, then squeezing and dragging Jaejoong in closer to his body.
For several minutes, Yunho carried on kissing him like he couldn't get enough of Jaejoong’s mouth, then came a moment of too-deep contact where their mouths strained against each other hard, tongues tangled deeply before Jaejoong tore away, gasping for a long-delayed breath.
They parted for a moment, both panting. Yunho then reached up to wipe excess moisture away from the corner of his lips carefully with a thumb, his eyes still on Jaejoong. "C'mere," Yunho growled. He reached out, grasping hold of Jaejoong's hand. "This way," he ordered, taking a hasty step back and cursed quietly when he stumbled over one of the boxes clustered on the floor.
Jaejoong hardly noticed, he was too busy trying to control his ragged breathing as his head spun dizzily. He licked at his tender lips, aware of the heat in his cheeks and how the warm burn of alcohol now dulled and fuzzed out any reasonable thoughts, instead heightening the feeling of his entire body tingling from Yunho's kisses.
"Bedroom. This way." This command was urgent.
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