J.A.E.S.U. [14 - C.H.E.R.R.Y.]
Title: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [14/?]
Pairings: Jaesu, Hanchul, (Yoosu...?)
Genre: Romantic comedy
Rating: PG-13--NC-17
Warnings: Some smutishness. Language. T.T
Summary: Jaejoong has always been the dumper, never the dumpee. One could call him a player, but he prefers a more accurate name. A professional. But when his latest love interest suddenly turns his back on him, he begins to question whether he's lost his game. After agreeing to a bet with his good friend Kim Heechul, Jaejoong's newest challenge is the virgin new guy, Junsu. In this new territory, can Jaejoong withhold his reputation and claim this Junsu person as his own? Will he want to let go once the bet is over?
Oh look! 8D A prequel: Y.U.N.J.A.E. Can be read with or without reading the fic, I suppose. ...But it'd be more fun if you read some of it. ;D
1 - B.E.T. || 2a - H.A.T.E. || 2b - P.O.R.N. || 2c - P.L.A.N.S. || 3 - F.R.A.T. || 4 - P.L.A.Y. || 5 - G.A.M.E.S. || 6 - S.I.N.K.I.N.G. || 7 - H.Y.O.R.I. || 8a - C.H.A.S.E. || 8b - C.H.A.S.E. || 9 - D.A.T.E. || 10 - S.P.A.N.K. || 11 - T.E.X.T. || 12 - Y.O.O.S.U. || 13 - L.U.L.L.A.B.Y. ||
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C.H.E.R.R.Y. (Captivating Hangovers and Extraordinarily Round Rumps. Yummy~)
Nuna nomu yeppo--
"Hello...ugh....what...?"
"...YOU HAD BETTER BE DYING, KIM JAEJOONG!"
Jaejoong merely twitched an eyebrow and shut his eyes against the steaming sunlight clawing its way through the blinds of the window. The pounding in his head took a particular loathing to any source of bright or dim light.
"Good morning, Auntie Hyori." He mumbled into his cellphone.
"MORNING?!" The elderly lady spat into the phone venomously. "It might as well be lunch time and guess where your auntie knows you're NOT."
Shoving someone's limb off of his chest, Jaejoong massaged his eyes just enough to stave off at least a smidgeon of the banging ping ponging through his head. He turned his head to the right and realized Changmin's clock was nowhere to be found. Only that strange banana-shaped clock.
"What day is it?" Jaejoong groggily nursed the absolute wrong question from his chapped lips.
A series of crashes and cat shrieks emitted from the other line before Auntie Hyori's shrill voice came in. "It MIGHT be Kim Jaejoong's D-DAY if he doesn't get to his CHEMISTRY class RIGHT NOW."
Jaejoong tried his best not to groan directly into the cellphone. "My bad...I had a long night. I'll be sure to get the notes of my missed classes from--"
"My bad?" Her voice was low now. Low and dangerous. Jaejoong's heart skipped the next eight and half beats. "'My bad' is something you're only allowed to say after you've earned a successful career as a surgeon and you've accidentally removed the wrong person's testicles and sewn them onto a young girl. While you remain in my family, that is the only time you are ever allowed to use the term 'my bad.' When you are rich and successful with a steady paying job. Not this uncouth, DISAPPOINTMENT you are right now. You understand, Jaejoong?"
Jaejoong gulped a mouthful of sour tasting spit. "So, does that mean I can still say 'my fuck up?'"
Jaejoong was never a very tactful person in general. But God have mercy on his soul during a hangover.
He heard Auntie Hyori's sharp intake of hot air before realizing that this mistake was quite possibly worse than cutting off the wrong guy's balls.
More sounds of pots and pans and angry cats clanging in the background rang through the phone while Jaejoong mentally thought of all the ways in which to pronounce himself an idiot. At the rate this was going, it would probably be more beneficial to Jaejoong's health if he just stopped talking all together.
So he hung up the phone.
With his head still lying on Jaejoong's shoulder and his limbs sprawled all around the older man's sleeping position up until now, Junsu stirred gingerly and stifled a foggy yawn.
Though he was pretty sure the monster hangover stomping its way all over his brain was inhibiting a lot of his senses, including sight, taste and the ability to shut up, Jaejoong would clearly see Junsu only inches away from his face as the younger man's eyes fluttered open.
He made sleepy noises with his mouth as he slowly gathered himself and sat back his folded legs, still quite severely straddling Jaejoong at this point, and rubbed his eyes.
He looked to the right. Junsu seemed a bit confused to see Heechul and Hankyung sprawled over each other in the middle of the floor. Why didn't they just use my roommate's bed? It's right there. Wait. No one's in my roommate's bed at all. There's four of us. One...two...myself... Someone's missing. Where is...?
Sometimes it amazed Jaejoong, the extent to which Junsu's vibrant facial expressions could tell an entire story. Even more so to watch the amount of colors his face changed once Junsu slowly looked down to see Jaejoong's sleepy, disheveled form beneath him in his bed and looking way too comfortable to be lying between another guy's legs.
He turned three shades of red, found a stray sock, threw the stray sock at Jaejoong's face and made a childish yelping sound.
"Good morning to you, too." Jaejoong mumbled through the sock now draping his face.
Jaejoong was sure Junsu would have either made a smart comment, strangled him or screamed in response. However, the sound of the door opening inhibited any sort of reaction.
An unfamiliar face to Jaejoong appeared through the open door. The young man entered with a few bags thrown over his shoulder while whistling a tune. He took a double take at Junsu as if not expecting him to be there.
"Hey, Junsu. I thought your class started at..."
He trailed off as his eyes swooped around the room to take in the full effect.
Two men unconscious on the floor and another man lying provocatively between Junsu's legs as his roommate sat perched just over the man's crotch with a flushed, almost just-after-sex look upon his face.
"Hongki..." Junsu breathed, eyes wide.
The other man's jaw dropped, he blinked, he made strange sounds, he disappeared, slamming the door behind him.
As if in slow motion, Junsu turned back to meet Jaejoong's foggy gaze. The two stared at each other for quite some time before anyone moved. Jaejoong had almost considered the possibility that Junsu's soul had departed temporarily.
Faster than any human should move in the morning--or...was it early afternoon now...?--Junsu swung one leg from the other side of Jaejoong's hips and hurriedly scooted himself to the very edge of his bed. Heechul was beginning to stir now.
"You said if I sipped, I'd be okay." Junsu muttered as Jaejoong attempted to lift himself into a sitting position that wouldn't end in him throwing up all over Junsu's bed.
"I did say that," Jaejoong admitted while clutching his head. "But you sure took a hell of a lot of sips."
Junsu's face twisted into some form of frustration. Or perhaps his splitting headache was ruthless enough to match Jaejoong's. "You also said pok tan ju was mild."
"Yeah. Mild as shit-fuck."
"You're cursing a lot today. And that didn't even make sense."
"I have a hangover as much of a bitch as my cousin Taegoon's pregnant dog and I just hung up on my Auntie Hyori. Don't hold me accountable for my actions."
"Auntie Hyori?" Junsu looked back at Jaejoong tentatively, blinking rapidly through what Jaejoong figures must be a headache to match his own.
"A fire-eating fairy dragon." Jaejoong deadpanned.
"Oh." The other didn't seem to be in too much of an arguing mood, a refreshing deviance from the usual. Instead of questioning Jaejoong's incoherence, Junsu chose to observe as Heechul sleepily rubbed his eyes, muttering unintelligible things to himself while nudging Hankyung who was still pretty much dead.
They sat in silence for a while, Junsu presumably thinking, Jaejoong wading through his hangover, Heechul gently nudging Hankyung and Hankyung still showing no signs of life.
It wasn't until Junsu's eyes wandered over to his roommate's banana-shaped clock that time continued flowing. And at a breakneck pace, at that.
"CRAP!" It was a statement. A bold fact that expressed every one of Junsu's tangled emotions saturated and made sticky with alcohol.
In one motion, he lunged from his bed, tripping over Hankyung which, admittedly was more effective at waking the man up than Heechul tenderly poking at him, and collided with his closet.
The first few motions made Jaejoong prefer to close his eyes rather than watch the now overly energetic man fumble around the room as a blur.
But as soon as Junsu opened his closet, Jaejoong found much more rewarding reasons to keep his eyes open. Wide open.
With complete and total disregard for the other people inside the small, compact room, Junsu tore off his shirt, ripped off his pants and began raking through the items of his closet at mach speed.
Even at speeds impossible for most humans to achieve, Jaejoong could see that Junsu's well-toned, soccer-sculpted body was not something to disregard. He watched the man, not even attempting to hide the light smirk present on his face. That butt was most definitely not disappointing. He vaguely found himself wondering what the front would look like...
Much to Jaejoong's dismay, the lower half of Junsu's body was the only part that was was covered by clothing at the moment, a bigger disappointment than the sequels for most movies. It was at that moment that Jaejoong began to curse the invention of the boxers. But with or without a cloth covering, Junsu's backside was still a marveling thing to watch.
By the time Junsu had thrown on a sad, wrinkled shirt and Heechul and Hankyung were sitting upright on the floor massaging each other's sore backs, Junsu was ready to fly out the door without a second glance back.
"Junsu," Jaejoong mumbled groggily through his hand holding his face in place so he wouldn't fall over the side of the bed and choke on his own alcohol-flavored drool. "You do realize that you have no shoes, no pants, no books and you wreak of 'bomb liquor.'"
The door slammed noisily behind Junsu as he disappeared in a flash. Jaejoong listened to his stomping feet as the other ran blindly down the hallway in a state of panic. They paused. Jaejoong held back a chuckle as he listened to the footsteps.
Junsu reappeared at the door, chest heaving, but that was the only part of his body that was still clothed decently. Sure enough, Junsu looked down, taking in his duck-printed boxers, his feet only covered with one sock and his empty, book-less hands.
Jaejoong didn't expect the high-pitched, dolphin-like shriek to actually originate from this boy's vocal cords, but that's exactly what happened. Why was there something so animal-like about all the strange sounds he made? Jaejoong would never be able to figure this out.
Damn, he can take a hangover like a man. He drank more hard liquor than I did and he's still running around like a chimpanzee, Jaejoong thought vaguely to himself while Junsu hopped over Heechul and Hankyung once more to collect his forgotten things. And pants.
Junsu was fully clothed with a book bag haphazardly thrown over one shoulder when he turned to make another leap across the room and zip out the door to his classes.
Even with a pounding headache in what his body claimed to be early in the ungodly morning, Jaejoong realized he was still pretty fast as he stuck out his arm and grabbed the other by the waist, pulling Junsu into his lap.
"Let go! I've already missed two classes." Junsu shouted, already losing energy to the strong grip the other held around his waist as he wriggled in place fruitlessly.
Jaejoong groggily wrapped his arms around the other's waist and buried his face into the fabric on Junsu's back. "Congratulations. You're my new best friend."
"What?" Junsu shot back in clear frustration, trying and failing to release himself from the older man's grip.
"We went drinking together. And I got totally fucked up. And we slept in the same bed without anyone losing any clothes or waking up sticky." Jaejoong explained groggily into the warmth of Junsu's back. "Same thing happened when I first met Heechul and then Changmin. We drank. A lot. We screwed around without screwing each other and now we're friends."
Giving up all efforts to wiggle free of the other man, Junsu sat resigned in Jaejoong's lap silently and contemplated. A small smile worked its way into his lips.
Jaejoong smiled crookedly. "You should feel lucky that you've achieved such an amazing thing with such an amazing person."
Junsu's almost-smile twisted into an insult as he yanked Jaejoong's arms away from him and stomped out the door, of course, much to Jaejoong's head's dismay, slamming it behind him.
Heechul, who was still shaking off sleep with Hankyung giving him a massage behind him peered at Jaejoong through his tangle of hair.
"Tonight." He said gruffly, more manly than Jaejoong was used to. "I'll do the punishment. But next week, you're going down, Kim."
Hankyung didn't seem to mind that he had no idea what Heechul was talking about as he kneaded through the kinks in his boyfriend's shoulders. Possibly, the only kind of kinks the man was prepared to handle rather than the kinks in Heechul's mind and pants.
Jaejoong sat on the edge of Junsu's bed in Junsu's room with Junsu's sock lying forgotten off to the side and stared at Junsu's roommate's bed, wondering if he should leave for his classes now, or risk another unpleasant surprise from Auntie Hyori, who had simply unearthly ways of knowing where he was and wasn't, and just skip his classes all together in favor of curling up and sleeping for a very long five minutes.
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"Twerp?"
"Fitting, right?"
"No. Change it."
"It's my phone. I'm not changing it."
"Change it."
"No."
"Change it."
"No."
"I'll stick this popsicle in your ear."
"Now that's just kinky."
After having a very, very late lunch together following their remaining classes, Jaejoong and Junsu sat on the steps leading up to the Physics building, Junsu enjoying a post-lunch cherry flavored popsicle and Jaejoong enjoying the fresh spring breeze.
Junsu reached for Jaejoong's cellphone with the hand that wasn't preoccupied with a melting popsicle and the other skillfully held the device safely out his reach.
"Oh, come on. I don't want to be known as 'twerp' in your cellphone contacts list forever." Junsu pouted.
"It's not forever." Jaejoong said easily. "Just until you die."
Junsu frowned behind his popsicle.
Jaejoong shrugged. "What? I can't keep you in my contacts list if you're dead. There's no point in calling you if I know you'll never answer."
"I'll poke you."
The older man lifted an eyebrow. "Okay, I'll change it."
Although bewildered with the speedy change of heart, Junsu grinned happily and watched as the other pecked through the characters on his cell.
"Done. And it's staying that way til you die."
Junsu peered at the screen.
A melted red drop from his popsicle stained the toe of his shoe.
Dolphin Boy.
"What the crap is that?"
Jaejoong shrugged again. "It's you. You're Dolphin Boy."
"Where did you come up with that?"
"Have you heard yourself laugh? Or scream? Or make any other nonhuman sounds? It's just like a dolphin." Jaejoong suddenly stopped and looked closer and closer into Junsu's eyes. "I wonder what you sound like in bed..."
Junsu slapped Jaejoong's arm so hard, he almost dropped his cellphone.
"Okay! Okay! I'm changing it."
"What if I labeled you as "Annoying" on my caller id?" Junsu mused with his mouth still lightly wrapped around the red icy treat. "Or 'Loser.' Or 'Don't Answer.' Or 'Semen.' Or...."
Junsu looked at the screen of Jaejoong's cellphone. Jaejoong looked at Junsu. Junsu looked at Jaejoong.
'Duckbutt'
"I'm gonna choke you."
"Good. I like it rough."
"Shut up!" Junsu nudged Jaejoong while the elder chuckled heartily into his palm. "Do you sexually harass all your other friends like that?"
Jaejoong looked up at the sky in deep thought. "As of late, Changmin. But not verbally. Physically. Damn, that's fun. Oh, and Yoochun. All the time when he's not irritating."
"I thought you hated Yoochun."
"I hated Yoochun with you. I don't hate Yoochun."
Junsu raised an eyebrow. "Why so protective of me? What if it was Changmin?"
"Number one, I'm almost positive Changmin's straight. Even though I found that gay porn collection of his, I can tell he's just turned on by the thought. He wouldn't actually go anywhere near another man's ass."
Junsu nodded vaguely while his tongue took another lap around his shrinking popsicle. Jaejoong watched with peaked interest.
"Number two, Changmin can protect himself from Yoochun."
"And I can't?"
"Changmin can kick Yoochun once and he'll be dead. And Yoochun knows that, so he backs off."
"Ah."
"And I like 'Duckbutt.'"
"Do you also like getting choked?"
"I thought I just told you I liked it rou--"
"Just change it!"
"Junsu."
"Jaejoong."
"Have you seen your butt?"
Junsu's face suddenly matched his cherry popsicle.
Jaejoong licked his lips and smirked. "Don't be ashamed. Consider it a blessing that your rump is so round and plump."
"Don't talk about me like that!" More melted popsicle drippings landed on Junsu's shoe.
"How did you ride the train in Japan without getting groped all the time? I mean, I admit that I don't have much to boast about back there, but I make up for it by being extremely proficient in the front..."
Jaejoong trailed off. An inching smile replaced his lost train of thought.
Junsu had curled up on the steps, covering his head as thoroughly as possible with one hand clutching a chunk of brown hair and the other still clutching the popsicle stick. He looked like he was on his way to happily having the ground swallow him whole, but Jaejoong could still see the bright red flush in what little exposed flesh he could find on the other's hidden face.
It was almost too adorable.
Jaejoong forgot what he was about to say and looked straight forward into absolutely nothing with a weird, almost strained smile fighting its way towards the surface. His cheeks were feeling a little warm.
Damn it, not again, Jaejoong cursed through his pseudo-smile, making his expression just that much more bizarre looking along with the tiny hint of that damn pinkish flush peeking through his own cheeks. He gnawed on his finger to hide it. Probably not the most intelligent idea, but Junsu was too busy making himself disappear to notice.
There were many things that Jaejoong hated about Junsu. Many things. But what he was beginning to hate most was this stupid, idiotic rush of all kinds of feelings he gave the older man that made him feel like...
Junsu turned his back to Jaejoong and curled up in the smallest ball possible, making whining sounds in the back of his throat and turning redder by the minute. Another drop of melted red ice hit the steps.
...like the world was brighter than God had originally meant it to be.
"I didn't want to tell you this, but you still kinda smell like bomb liquor."
Jaejoong had his hand clenched into a tightly wound fist and was chewing on as many knuckles as he could fit in his mouth when Junsu slowly unwound himself to look back at the other curiously.
"Huh?"
Jaejoong just hoped that Junsu hadn't yet realized what an awkward and nearly desperate switch of conversation that was.
"Did you even brush your teeth this morning?" Jaejoong continued with more of his old confidence. "I can still smell the booze on you from last night."
Junsu blinked a few times before cupping his hands in front of his mouth, puffing out air a couple of times and sniffing for signs of delinquency. He winced. "I chewed through almost half a pack of gum the whole day. You're saying it didn't work?"
Jaejoong wrinkled his nose for effect. "Unless you've also got gum for that smell rising up through your pores, then no, I don't think it helped."
Junsu inhaled sharply, sniffed his arm and covered his face with his hands.
"Whyyyyyyyy?" He moaned. "My professor was hovering all around me throughout my entire lab today. He had to have smelled it. He just had to. And now he thinks I'm a sloppy party boy. Not the distinguished scientist I once was. I'm screwed!"
"Or maybe your professor just wants to screw you." Jaejoong lifted an amused eyebrow.
"Excuse me?!"
Jaejoong smirked. "The professors at this school are a lot hornier than you think." He licked his lips. "Young or old, most of them like to have a little fun every now and then. You just gotta know when and where to ask for it."
Junsu's face turned pale. Then green. Then a second shade of green. "Seriously? You mean you've...like...you've...with..."
"Of course not! What do you take me for?" Jaejoong leaned away from Junsu on the brick steps, aghast.
"Well, I thought--"
"Of course I've never touched an old professor. Like...an old, old professor. But that doesn't mean I haven't been offered." Jaejoong wiggled his eyebrows at Junsu just to squeeze another look of shocked disgust out of him. "No matter how desperate I am for a good grade, I'd never touch an ancient man. That'd be like fucking my grandfather."
Both Jaejoong and Junsu took a moment to shudder involuntarily.
"But Teaching Assistants are good." He continued with a smirk. Junsu rolled his eyes and latched on to his diminishing popsicle. "Young and fresh and most importantly, horny."
Junsu idly rolled the popsicle around in his mouth and nodded vaguely, murmuring a couple of lackluster "Whatever, whatever's."
Jaejoong grinned and licked his lips again before continuing. "But of course, married, established professors taste pretty good, too."
Junsu almost choked on his icy treat.
Jaejoong was still laughing hard enough to clutch his abdomen in pain when Junsu turned to him with wide eyes.
Jaejoong grinned toothily. "If it lands me a good grade, then I don't see what the problem is. And I'm good at it."
"But," Junsu started, shaking his head in disbelief. "Married? What if he has a family or something? And also...wouldn't that be like having sex with your...dad...?"
Jaejoong thought for a moment then shrugged. "Well, if that's the case, then since the T.A.'s are all college grad students, wouldn't having sex with the T.A.'s be like having sex with you?"
Junsu took a moment to scream frustration into the sleeve of his shirt while Jaejoong simply laughed until he almost fell off the stairs of the Physics building.
"But seriously," Jaejoong managed to choke out between a wide smile and gulps of air. "You don't want me to do it anymore?"
Junsu stopped blushing long enough to think of an answer. "Well...it would help your integrity..."
"Then I won't."
"What?!" It was Junsu's turn to narrowly miss tumbling off the stairs. "You'll stop having sex? Because I said so?"
"Don't get so excited," The elder smirked, taking in a deep breath of spring air. "I meant just sex with professors. Not sex in general. That would kill me."
"So yo--"
"I mean it." His face suddenly became serious. "I'd die. Shrivel up and waste away. No more Jaejoong. Gone. Poof."
"Okay, okay, I get it." Junsu mumbled, twirling his popsicle by the stick between his thumb and forefinger. "But why because of me?"
"It's not because of you..." Jaejoong said vaguely, looking off into the green lush of the center of campus and the stray students passing by with way too much on their minds.
Junsu stared at the older man's side profile for a good long while with a look of impatience growing on his face. Jaejoong could practically feel the irritation sizzling through his skin. That and the smell of stale alcohol from last night.
"Well?" Junsu said pointedly. Jaejoong had to fight hard to hold back a smile. "Finish the sentence, please?"
Jaejoong connected his gaze with Junsu's with the wide-eyed innocence he'd perfected since his birth. "What sentence?"
After many loud verbal threats of Junsu possibly taking his shoe off and denting the side of Jaejoong's head with it if he didn't stop being so infuriating, Jaejoong finally stopped laughing long enough to speak properly.
"It's the fire-eating fairy dragon's fault."
Junsu paused from grabbing a chunk of Jaejoong's hair and ripping it out like gift wrapping paper on Christmas. "Aunt Hyori?"
Jaejoong nodded, rocking back and forth comfortably on his spot on the step. "Auntie Hyori. Somehow she found out. About me. And she was pissed."
Junsu paused from licking a stray drop of his melting popsicle of his arm. "She found out.... You mean...about your sex life?"
Jaejoong nodded again. Junsu's mouth hung slightly open.
"That's so...embarrassing."
"Shocking, yes."
"Wh-- I mean...how?"
"I dunno. Maybe cause she's a fire-eating fairy dragon."
"That's scary."
"Yeah..."
"Glad my relatives aren't like that."
"Oh, really? What are they like?"
"Mmmm, peaceful. Nice. They give me cards on major holidays and my birthday."
"No money?"
"Sometimes, I guess. My dad steals most of the gift money I get and puts it in my 'college fund.' But I'm already in college, so where're the funds? I never see them again after he disappears with it."
"I know what you mean."
"I know."
"But I lied."
"Huh?"
"My family is pretty rich." Jaejoong leaned back and placed his elbows on the upper steps behind him, letting the soft wind brush him in all the right places.
Junsu's eyebrows went up in interest. "Really? I never figured you for a spoiled rich kid."
"It's cause I'm not."
"Oh?"
"I'm a horny rich kid."
Junsu stopped sucking his popsicle long enough to give Jaejoong a perturbed stare. Then he went back to his popsicle.
"My family is a pretty hard-working bunch," Jaejoong went on. "Friendly, too, I guess. If you exclude Auntie Hyori. But she's nice if you do what she says, though."
"Mmmm. I guess you could consider your family perfect, then. Right?" Junsu mused, licking the corners of his reddened lips.
Jaejoong tipped his head back to get a good view of the sky overhead. Blue. Really blue. The kind of blue that makes you happier just by looking at it. "I guess I was adopted into the right family, then."
A brief moment of silence passed before Junsu spoke. "That's right. You're adopted."
Jaejoong nodded slightly. "No matter what, I've always thought that I'm better off with my current family. Even if my real mom was the richest woman alive or the nicest. Whoever she is. My family now has been too good to me."
Jaejoong lost himself in the sky. Staring up into the great expanse of blue long enough for him to feel as though he were apart of it, crisp and clean and happy and slick with dripping saliva as wet sucking sounds can be heard slurping in the distance. Wait....what?
Jaejoong glanced over at Junsu and beheld a simply artistic sight.
Junsu's tongue wrapped around the scant remains of his disappearing popsicle, his cheeks hollowed in as the muscles in his mouth worked to suck in all and any flavor left before the warm weather melted his treat into a puddle on the ground. If that wasn't enough, his fingers grasping his popsicle stick pumped up and down, moving the treat in and out of his mouth in a steady rhythm and a stray dribble of red popsicle slipped out the corner of his mouth and ran down his chin.
Jaejoong didn't realize he had been staring til Junsu removed the now erotic treat from his mouth and raised an eyebrow.
"Hello?" Junsu waved his free hand in front of Jaejoong's face. "Did someone turn your switch off?"
Jaejoong blinked a few times blankly. And then a slow, devious smile crept through his lips. "No. But I know something that turns me on."
Junsu rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Psh. What doesn't turn you on?"
Jaejoong leaned forward until his chin was almost rested upon the other's shoulder. "You know you'd be really be amazing at blowjobs?"
Junsu paused with the popsicle positioned just in front of his mouth for quite a while before he turned to Jaejoong with a reluctantly curious look on his face.
Jaejoong was grinning so hard now, it almost hurt. "The way you're handling that popsicle, you'd drive any guy insane with his cock in your mouth. You're a natural."
Junsu didn't give himself time to flush red again before he practically jumped out of his skin, scooting as far away from Jaejoong as possible and shouting things like, "Ewww!" and "You flaming pervert!" and "You're disgusting!"
Jaejoong was having too much fun now to stop. He crawled towards Junsu's repulsed form with predator-like stealth, his eyes darting between the younger man's widened eyes and the treat in his hand. "Come on, Junsu. Let's share that cold, hard, dripping cock. We'll show that stick what real bliss is like."
Junsu had run out of room long ago as the side rails of the stairs prohibited his immediate escape. He could only watch in a mixture of confusion and horror as Jaejoong's grinning face now held only inches away from his own suddenly lunged to the left and swiftly clamped his mouth around the popsicle in Junsu's hand. And not only did he suck on the other man's treat with startling, yet obnoxious power, but he swirled his tongue. He swirled it.
Junsu let out a yelp. "You ruined my popsicle! Get your own, greedy bastard!"
Both were sure more time would have been wasted with Jaejoong licking Junsu's popsicle and Junsu existing in general irritation. Until Jaejoong's cell phone rang.
I got you~
Under my skin.
Junsu looked at Jaejoong, a residue of disgust present on his face.
Jaejoong continued enjoying the rest of Junsu's popsicle in oblivion.
Junsu raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Jaejoong raised both his eyebrows and gave the other an innocent sidelong glance. "Hmmmm?"
"Your phone?"
"What phone?"
With more mutterings of displeasure, Junsu shoved his hand in the older man's pocket, taking the singing cell phone out and flipping it open and pressing it to his own ear.
"Hello?"
Jaejoong had let his mind drift off a while ago after he'd stolen Junsu's frozen snack. But now his focus was beginning to return as the next word slipped from Junsu's mouth.
"Yunho?"
Jaejoong dropped the now clean, red-stained popsicle stick to the ground.
Confusion ran rampant through Jaejoong's chest. He wasn't much of a fan of revisiting bad break up memories. And Yunho was much too manly to come groveling back to Jaejoong after clearly expressing his dissatisfaction with Jaejoong's company. So...what the hell was going on?
Oh....fuck?.
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Um, hi? :'D
I'm so, so, so sorry but.....this fic is now on hiatus. TTT_TTT
Thanks everyone SO much for following this series up til now but I can't write it anymore. Honestly, my writing has evolved so much and I'm practically a different person than the girl I was when I started this fic. But that's a good thing! My writing has improved and I'm more mature and stuff. :D So feel free to explore some of my other fics~ And you guys can imagine the end of this fic in your own epik imaginations~ <333
Thanks so much, you guys for your support!
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [14/?]
Pairings: Jaesu, Hanchul, (Yoosu...?)
Genre: Romantic comedy
Rating: PG-13--NC-17
Warnings: Some smutishness. Language. T.T
Summary: Jaejoong has always been the dumper, never the dumpee. One could call him a player, but he prefers a more accurate name. A professional. But when his latest love interest suddenly turns his back on him, he begins to question whether he's lost his game. After agreeing to a bet with his good friend Kim Heechul, Jaejoong's newest challenge is the virgin new guy, Junsu. In this new territory, can Jaejoong withhold his reputation and claim this Junsu person as his own? Will he want to let go once the bet is over?
Oh look! 8D A prequel: Y.U.N.J.A.E. Can be read with or without reading the fic, I suppose. ...But it'd be more fun if you read some of it. ;D
1 - B.E.T. || 2a - H.A.T.E. || 2b - P.O.R.N. || 2c - P.L.A.N.S. || 3 - F.R.A.T. || 4 - P.L.A.Y. || 5 - G.A.M.E.S. || 6 - S.I.N.K.I.N.G. || 7 - H.Y.O.R.I. || 8a - C.H.A.S.E. || 8b - C.H.A.S.E. || 9 - D.A.T.E. || 10 - S.P.A.N.K. || 11 - T.E.X.T. || 12 - Y.O.O.S.U. || 13 - L.U.L.L.A.B.Y. ||
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C.H.E.R.R.Y. (Captivating Hangovers and Extraordinarily Round Rumps. Yummy~)
Nuna nomu yeppo--
"Hello...ugh....what...?"
"...YOU HAD BETTER BE DYING, KIM JAEJOONG!"
Jaejoong merely twitched an eyebrow and shut his eyes against the steaming sunlight clawing its way through the blinds of the window. The pounding in his head took a particular loathing to any source of bright or dim light.
"Good morning, Auntie Hyori." He mumbled into his cellphone.
"MORNING?!" The elderly lady spat into the phone venomously. "It might as well be lunch time and guess where your auntie knows you're NOT."
Shoving someone's limb off of his chest, Jaejoong massaged his eyes just enough to stave off at least a smidgeon of the banging ping ponging through his head. He turned his head to the right and realized Changmin's clock was nowhere to be found. Only that strange banana-shaped clock.
"What day is it?" Jaejoong groggily nursed the absolute wrong question from his chapped lips.
A series of crashes and cat shrieks emitted from the other line before Auntie Hyori's shrill voice came in. "It MIGHT be Kim Jaejoong's D-DAY if he doesn't get to his CHEMISTRY class RIGHT NOW."
Jaejoong tried his best not to groan directly into the cellphone. "My bad...I had a long night. I'll be sure to get the notes of my missed classes from--"
"My bad?" Her voice was low now. Low and dangerous. Jaejoong's heart skipped the next eight and half beats. "'My bad' is something you're only allowed to say after you've earned a successful career as a surgeon and you've accidentally removed the wrong person's testicles and sewn them onto a young girl. While you remain in my family, that is the only time you are ever allowed to use the term 'my bad.' When you are rich and successful with a steady paying job. Not this uncouth, DISAPPOINTMENT you are right now. You understand, Jaejoong?"
Jaejoong gulped a mouthful of sour tasting spit. "So, does that mean I can still say 'my fuck up?'"
Jaejoong was never a very tactful person in general. But God have mercy on his soul during a hangover.
He heard Auntie Hyori's sharp intake of hot air before realizing that this mistake was quite possibly worse than cutting off the wrong guy's balls.
More sounds of pots and pans and angry cats clanging in the background rang through the phone while Jaejoong mentally thought of all the ways in which to pronounce himself an idiot. At the rate this was going, it would probably be more beneficial to Jaejoong's health if he just stopped talking all together.
So he hung up the phone.
With his head still lying on Jaejoong's shoulder and his limbs sprawled all around the older man's sleeping position up until now, Junsu stirred gingerly and stifled a foggy yawn.
Though he was pretty sure the monster hangover stomping its way all over his brain was inhibiting a lot of his senses, including sight, taste and the ability to shut up, Jaejoong would clearly see Junsu only inches away from his face as the younger man's eyes fluttered open.
He made sleepy noises with his mouth as he slowly gathered himself and sat back his folded legs, still quite severely straddling Jaejoong at this point, and rubbed his eyes.
He looked to the right. Junsu seemed a bit confused to see Heechul and Hankyung sprawled over each other in the middle of the floor. Why didn't they just use my roommate's bed? It's right there. Wait. No one's in my roommate's bed at all. There's four of us. One...two...myself... Someone's missing. Where is...?
Sometimes it amazed Jaejoong, the extent to which Junsu's vibrant facial expressions could tell an entire story. Even more so to watch the amount of colors his face changed once Junsu slowly looked down to see Jaejoong's sleepy, disheveled form beneath him in his bed and looking way too comfortable to be lying between another guy's legs.
He turned three shades of red, found a stray sock, threw the stray sock at Jaejoong's face and made a childish yelping sound.
"Good morning to you, too." Jaejoong mumbled through the sock now draping his face.
Jaejoong was sure Junsu would have either made a smart comment, strangled him or screamed in response. However, the sound of the door opening inhibited any sort of reaction.
An unfamiliar face to Jaejoong appeared through the open door. The young man entered with a few bags thrown over his shoulder while whistling a tune. He took a double take at Junsu as if not expecting him to be there.
"Hey, Junsu. I thought your class started at..."
He trailed off as his eyes swooped around the room to take in the full effect.
Two men unconscious on the floor and another man lying provocatively between Junsu's legs as his roommate sat perched just over the man's crotch with a flushed, almost just-after-sex look upon his face.
"Hongki..." Junsu breathed, eyes wide.
The other man's jaw dropped, he blinked, he made strange sounds, he disappeared, slamming the door behind him.
As if in slow motion, Junsu turned back to meet Jaejoong's foggy gaze. The two stared at each other for quite some time before anyone moved. Jaejoong had almost considered the possibility that Junsu's soul had departed temporarily.
Faster than any human should move in the morning--or...was it early afternoon now...?--Junsu swung one leg from the other side of Jaejoong's hips and hurriedly scooted himself to the very edge of his bed. Heechul was beginning to stir now.
"You said if I sipped, I'd be okay." Junsu muttered as Jaejoong attempted to lift himself into a sitting position that wouldn't end in him throwing up all over Junsu's bed.
"I did say that," Jaejoong admitted while clutching his head. "But you sure took a hell of a lot of sips."
Junsu's face twisted into some form of frustration. Or perhaps his splitting headache was ruthless enough to match Jaejoong's. "You also said pok tan ju was mild."
"Yeah. Mild as shit-fuck."
"You're cursing a lot today. And that didn't even make sense."
"I have a hangover as much of a bitch as my cousin Taegoon's pregnant dog and I just hung up on my Auntie Hyori. Don't hold me accountable for my actions."
"Auntie Hyori?" Junsu looked back at Jaejoong tentatively, blinking rapidly through what Jaejoong figures must be a headache to match his own.
"A fire-eating fairy dragon." Jaejoong deadpanned.
"Oh." The other didn't seem to be in too much of an arguing mood, a refreshing deviance from the usual. Instead of questioning Jaejoong's incoherence, Junsu chose to observe as Heechul sleepily rubbed his eyes, muttering unintelligible things to himself while nudging Hankyung who was still pretty much dead.
They sat in silence for a while, Junsu presumably thinking, Jaejoong wading through his hangover, Heechul gently nudging Hankyung and Hankyung still showing no signs of life.
It wasn't until Junsu's eyes wandered over to his roommate's banana-shaped clock that time continued flowing. And at a breakneck pace, at that.
"CRAP!" It was a statement. A bold fact that expressed every one of Junsu's tangled emotions saturated and made sticky with alcohol.
In one motion, he lunged from his bed, tripping over Hankyung which, admittedly was more effective at waking the man up than Heechul tenderly poking at him, and collided with his closet.
The first few motions made Jaejoong prefer to close his eyes rather than watch the now overly energetic man fumble around the room as a blur.
But as soon as Junsu opened his closet, Jaejoong found much more rewarding reasons to keep his eyes open. Wide open.
With complete and total disregard for the other people inside the small, compact room, Junsu tore off his shirt, ripped off his pants and began raking through the items of his closet at mach speed.
Even at speeds impossible for most humans to achieve, Jaejoong could see that Junsu's well-toned, soccer-sculpted body was not something to disregard. He watched the man, not even attempting to hide the light smirk present on his face. That butt was most definitely not disappointing. He vaguely found himself wondering what the front would look like...
Much to Jaejoong's dismay, the lower half of Junsu's body was the only part that was was covered by clothing at the moment, a bigger disappointment than the sequels for most movies. It was at that moment that Jaejoong began to curse the invention of the boxers. But with or without a cloth covering, Junsu's backside was still a marveling thing to watch.
By the time Junsu had thrown on a sad, wrinkled shirt and Heechul and Hankyung were sitting upright on the floor massaging each other's sore backs, Junsu was ready to fly out the door without a second glance back.
"Junsu," Jaejoong mumbled groggily through his hand holding his face in place so he wouldn't fall over the side of the bed and choke on his own alcohol-flavored drool. "You do realize that you have no shoes, no pants, no books and you wreak of 'bomb liquor.'"
The door slammed noisily behind Junsu as he disappeared in a flash. Jaejoong listened to his stomping feet as the other ran blindly down the hallway in a state of panic. They paused. Jaejoong held back a chuckle as he listened to the footsteps.
Junsu reappeared at the door, chest heaving, but that was the only part of his body that was still clothed decently. Sure enough, Junsu looked down, taking in his duck-printed boxers, his feet only covered with one sock and his empty, book-less hands.
Jaejoong didn't expect the high-pitched, dolphin-like shriek to actually originate from this boy's vocal cords, but that's exactly what happened. Why was there something so animal-like about all the strange sounds he made? Jaejoong would never be able to figure this out.
Damn, he can take a hangover like a man. He drank more hard liquor than I did and he's still running around like a chimpanzee, Jaejoong thought vaguely to himself while Junsu hopped over Heechul and Hankyung once more to collect his forgotten things. And pants.
Junsu was fully clothed with a book bag haphazardly thrown over one shoulder when he turned to make another leap across the room and zip out the door to his classes.
Even with a pounding headache in what his body claimed to be early in the ungodly morning, Jaejoong realized he was still pretty fast as he stuck out his arm and grabbed the other by the waist, pulling Junsu into his lap.
"Let go! I've already missed two classes." Junsu shouted, already losing energy to the strong grip the other held around his waist as he wriggled in place fruitlessly.
Jaejoong groggily wrapped his arms around the other's waist and buried his face into the fabric on Junsu's back. "Congratulations. You're my new best friend."
"What?" Junsu shot back in clear frustration, trying and failing to release himself from the older man's grip.
"We went drinking together. And I got totally fucked up. And we slept in the same bed without anyone losing any clothes or waking up sticky." Jaejoong explained groggily into the warmth of Junsu's back. "Same thing happened when I first met Heechul and then Changmin. We drank. A lot. We screwed around without screwing each other and now we're friends."
Giving up all efforts to wiggle free of the other man, Junsu sat resigned in Jaejoong's lap silently and contemplated. A small smile worked its way into his lips.
Jaejoong smiled crookedly. "You should feel lucky that you've achieved such an amazing thing with such an amazing person."
Junsu's almost-smile twisted into an insult as he yanked Jaejoong's arms away from him and stomped out the door, of course, much to Jaejoong's head's dismay, slamming it behind him.
Heechul, who was still shaking off sleep with Hankyung giving him a massage behind him peered at Jaejoong through his tangle of hair.
"Tonight." He said gruffly, more manly than Jaejoong was used to. "I'll do the punishment. But next week, you're going down, Kim."
Hankyung didn't seem to mind that he had no idea what Heechul was talking about as he kneaded through the kinks in his boyfriend's shoulders. Possibly, the only kind of kinks the man was prepared to handle rather than the kinks in Heechul's mind and pants.
Jaejoong sat on the edge of Junsu's bed in Junsu's room with Junsu's sock lying forgotten off to the side and stared at Junsu's roommate's bed, wondering if he should leave for his classes now, or risk another unpleasant surprise from Auntie Hyori, who had simply unearthly ways of knowing where he was and wasn't, and just skip his classes all together in favor of curling up and sleeping for a very long five minutes.
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"Twerp?"
"Fitting, right?"
"No. Change it."
"It's my phone. I'm not changing it."
"Change it."
"No."
"Change it."
"No."
"I'll stick this popsicle in your ear."
"Now that's just kinky."
After having a very, very late lunch together following their remaining classes, Jaejoong and Junsu sat on the steps leading up to the Physics building, Junsu enjoying a post-lunch cherry flavored popsicle and Jaejoong enjoying the fresh spring breeze.
Junsu reached for Jaejoong's cellphone with the hand that wasn't preoccupied with a melting popsicle and the other skillfully held the device safely out his reach.
"Oh, come on. I don't want to be known as 'twerp' in your cellphone contacts list forever." Junsu pouted.
"It's not forever." Jaejoong said easily. "Just until you die."
Junsu frowned behind his popsicle.
Jaejoong shrugged. "What? I can't keep you in my contacts list if you're dead. There's no point in calling you if I know you'll never answer."
"I'll poke you."
The older man lifted an eyebrow. "Okay, I'll change it."
Although bewildered with the speedy change of heart, Junsu grinned happily and watched as the other pecked through the characters on his cell.
"Done. And it's staying that way til you die."
Junsu peered at the screen.
A melted red drop from his popsicle stained the toe of his shoe.
Dolphin Boy.
"What the crap is that?"
Jaejoong shrugged again. "It's you. You're Dolphin Boy."
"Where did you come up with that?"
"Have you heard yourself laugh? Or scream? Or make any other nonhuman sounds? It's just like a dolphin." Jaejoong suddenly stopped and looked closer and closer into Junsu's eyes. "I wonder what you sound like in bed..."
Junsu slapped Jaejoong's arm so hard, he almost dropped his cellphone.
"Okay! Okay! I'm changing it."
"What if I labeled you as "Annoying" on my caller id?" Junsu mused with his mouth still lightly wrapped around the red icy treat. "Or 'Loser.' Or 'Don't Answer.' Or 'Semen.' Or...."
Junsu looked at the screen of Jaejoong's cellphone. Jaejoong looked at Junsu. Junsu looked at Jaejoong.
'Duckbutt'
"I'm gonna choke you."
"Good. I like it rough."
"Shut up!" Junsu nudged Jaejoong while the elder chuckled heartily into his palm. "Do you sexually harass all your other friends like that?"
Jaejoong looked up at the sky in deep thought. "As of late, Changmin. But not verbally. Physically. Damn, that's fun. Oh, and Yoochun. All the time when he's not irritating."
"I thought you hated Yoochun."
"I hated Yoochun with you. I don't hate Yoochun."
Junsu raised an eyebrow. "Why so protective of me? What if it was Changmin?"
"Number one, I'm almost positive Changmin's straight. Even though I found that gay porn collection of his, I can tell he's just turned on by the thought. He wouldn't actually go anywhere near another man's ass."
Junsu nodded vaguely while his tongue took another lap around his shrinking popsicle. Jaejoong watched with peaked interest.
"Number two, Changmin can protect himself from Yoochun."
"And I can't?"
"Changmin can kick Yoochun once and he'll be dead. And Yoochun knows that, so he backs off."
"Ah."
"And I like 'Duckbutt.'"
"Do you also like getting choked?"
"I thought I just told you I liked it rou--"
"Just change it!"
"Junsu."
"Jaejoong."
"Have you seen your butt?"
Junsu's face suddenly matched his cherry popsicle.
Jaejoong licked his lips and smirked. "Don't be ashamed. Consider it a blessing that your rump is so round and plump."
"Don't talk about me like that!" More melted popsicle drippings landed on Junsu's shoe.
"How did you ride the train in Japan without getting groped all the time? I mean, I admit that I don't have much to boast about back there, but I make up for it by being extremely proficient in the front..."
Jaejoong trailed off. An inching smile replaced his lost train of thought.
Junsu had curled up on the steps, covering his head as thoroughly as possible with one hand clutching a chunk of brown hair and the other still clutching the popsicle stick. He looked like he was on his way to happily having the ground swallow him whole, but Jaejoong could still see the bright red flush in what little exposed flesh he could find on the other's hidden face.
It was almost too adorable.
Jaejoong forgot what he was about to say and looked straight forward into absolutely nothing with a weird, almost strained smile fighting its way towards the surface. His cheeks were feeling a little warm.
Damn it, not again, Jaejoong cursed through his pseudo-smile, making his expression just that much more bizarre looking along with the tiny hint of that damn pinkish flush peeking through his own cheeks. He gnawed on his finger to hide it. Probably not the most intelligent idea, but Junsu was too busy making himself disappear to notice.
There were many things that Jaejoong hated about Junsu. Many things. But what he was beginning to hate most was this stupid, idiotic rush of all kinds of feelings he gave the older man that made him feel like...
Junsu turned his back to Jaejoong and curled up in the smallest ball possible, making whining sounds in the back of his throat and turning redder by the minute. Another drop of melted red ice hit the steps.
...like the world was brighter than God had originally meant it to be.
"I didn't want to tell you this, but you still kinda smell like bomb liquor."
Jaejoong had his hand clenched into a tightly wound fist and was chewing on as many knuckles as he could fit in his mouth when Junsu slowly unwound himself to look back at the other curiously.
"Huh?"
Jaejoong just hoped that Junsu hadn't yet realized what an awkward and nearly desperate switch of conversation that was.
"Did you even brush your teeth this morning?" Jaejoong continued with more of his old confidence. "I can still smell the booze on you from last night."
Junsu blinked a few times before cupping his hands in front of his mouth, puffing out air a couple of times and sniffing for signs of delinquency. He winced. "I chewed through almost half a pack of gum the whole day. You're saying it didn't work?"
Jaejoong wrinkled his nose for effect. "Unless you've also got gum for that smell rising up through your pores, then no, I don't think it helped."
Junsu inhaled sharply, sniffed his arm and covered his face with his hands.
"Whyyyyyyyy?" He moaned. "My professor was hovering all around me throughout my entire lab today. He had to have smelled it. He just had to. And now he thinks I'm a sloppy party boy. Not the distinguished scientist I once was. I'm screwed!"
"Or maybe your professor just wants to screw you." Jaejoong lifted an amused eyebrow.
"Excuse me?!"
Jaejoong smirked. "The professors at this school are a lot hornier than you think." He licked his lips. "Young or old, most of them like to have a little fun every now and then. You just gotta know when and where to ask for it."
Junsu's face turned pale. Then green. Then a second shade of green. "Seriously? You mean you've...like...you've...with..."
"Of course not! What do you take me for?" Jaejoong leaned away from Junsu on the brick steps, aghast.
"Well, I thought--"
"Of course I've never touched an old professor. Like...an old, old professor. But that doesn't mean I haven't been offered." Jaejoong wiggled his eyebrows at Junsu just to squeeze another look of shocked disgust out of him. "No matter how desperate I am for a good grade, I'd never touch an ancient man. That'd be like fucking my grandfather."
Both Jaejoong and Junsu took a moment to shudder involuntarily.
"But Teaching Assistants are good." He continued with a smirk. Junsu rolled his eyes and latched on to his diminishing popsicle. "Young and fresh and most importantly, horny."
Junsu idly rolled the popsicle around in his mouth and nodded vaguely, murmuring a couple of lackluster "Whatever, whatever's."
Jaejoong grinned and licked his lips again before continuing. "But of course, married, established professors taste pretty good, too."
Junsu almost choked on his icy treat.
Jaejoong was still laughing hard enough to clutch his abdomen in pain when Junsu turned to him with wide eyes.
Jaejoong grinned toothily. "If it lands me a good grade, then I don't see what the problem is. And I'm good at it."
"But," Junsu started, shaking his head in disbelief. "Married? What if he has a family or something? And also...wouldn't that be like having sex with your...dad...?"
Jaejoong thought for a moment then shrugged. "Well, if that's the case, then since the T.A.'s are all college grad students, wouldn't having sex with the T.A.'s be like having sex with you?"
Junsu took a moment to scream frustration into the sleeve of his shirt while Jaejoong simply laughed until he almost fell off the stairs of the Physics building.
"But seriously," Jaejoong managed to choke out between a wide smile and gulps of air. "You don't want me to do it anymore?"
Junsu stopped blushing long enough to think of an answer. "Well...it would help your integrity..."
"Then I won't."
"What?!" It was Junsu's turn to narrowly miss tumbling off the stairs. "You'll stop having sex? Because I said so?"
"Don't get so excited," The elder smirked, taking in a deep breath of spring air. "I meant just sex with professors. Not sex in general. That would kill me."
"So yo--"
"I mean it." His face suddenly became serious. "I'd die. Shrivel up and waste away. No more Jaejoong. Gone. Poof."
"Okay, okay, I get it." Junsu mumbled, twirling his popsicle by the stick between his thumb and forefinger. "But why because of me?"
"It's not because of you..." Jaejoong said vaguely, looking off into the green lush of the center of campus and the stray students passing by with way too much on their minds.
Junsu stared at the older man's side profile for a good long while with a look of impatience growing on his face. Jaejoong could practically feel the irritation sizzling through his skin. That and the smell of stale alcohol from last night.
"Well?" Junsu said pointedly. Jaejoong had to fight hard to hold back a smile. "Finish the sentence, please?"
Jaejoong connected his gaze with Junsu's with the wide-eyed innocence he'd perfected since his birth. "What sentence?"
After many loud verbal threats of Junsu possibly taking his shoe off and denting the side of Jaejoong's head with it if he didn't stop being so infuriating, Jaejoong finally stopped laughing long enough to speak properly.
"It's the fire-eating fairy dragon's fault."
Junsu paused from grabbing a chunk of Jaejoong's hair and ripping it out like gift wrapping paper on Christmas. "Aunt Hyori?"
Jaejoong nodded, rocking back and forth comfortably on his spot on the step. "Auntie Hyori. Somehow she found out. About me. And she was pissed."
Junsu paused from licking a stray drop of his melting popsicle of his arm. "She found out.... You mean...about your sex life?"
Jaejoong nodded again. Junsu's mouth hung slightly open.
"That's so...embarrassing."
"Shocking, yes."
"Wh-- I mean...how?"
"I dunno. Maybe cause she's a fire-eating fairy dragon."
"That's scary."
"Yeah..."
"Glad my relatives aren't like that."
"Oh, really? What are they like?"
"Mmmm, peaceful. Nice. They give me cards on major holidays and my birthday."
"No money?"
"Sometimes, I guess. My dad steals most of the gift money I get and puts it in my 'college fund.' But I'm already in college, so where're the funds? I never see them again after he disappears with it."
"I know what you mean."
"I know."
"But I lied."
"Huh?"
"My family is pretty rich." Jaejoong leaned back and placed his elbows on the upper steps behind him, letting the soft wind brush him in all the right places.
Junsu's eyebrows went up in interest. "Really? I never figured you for a spoiled rich kid."
"It's cause I'm not."
"Oh?"
"I'm a horny rich kid."
Junsu stopped sucking his popsicle long enough to give Jaejoong a perturbed stare. Then he went back to his popsicle.
"My family is a pretty hard-working bunch," Jaejoong went on. "Friendly, too, I guess. If you exclude Auntie Hyori. But she's nice if you do what she says, though."
"Mmmm. I guess you could consider your family perfect, then. Right?" Junsu mused, licking the corners of his reddened lips.
Jaejoong tipped his head back to get a good view of the sky overhead. Blue. Really blue. The kind of blue that makes you happier just by looking at it. "I guess I was adopted into the right family, then."
A brief moment of silence passed before Junsu spoke. "That's right. You're adopted."
Jaejoong nodded slightly. "No matter what, I've always thought that I'm better off with my current family. Even if my real mom was the richest woman alive or the nicest. Whoever she is. My family now has been too good to me."
Jaejoong lost himself in the sky. Staring up into the great expanse of blue long enough for him to feel as though he were apart of it, crisp and clean and happy and slick with dripping saliva as wet sucking sounds can be heard slurping in the distance. Wait....what?
Jaejoong glanced over at Junsu and beheld a simply artistic sight.
Junsu's tongue wrapped around the scant remains of his disappearing popsicle, his cheeks hollowed in as the muscles in his mouth worked to suck in all and any flavor left before the warm weather melted his treat into a puddle on the ground. If that wasn't enough, his fingers grasping his popsicle stick pumped up and down, moving the treat in and out of his mouth in a steady rhythm and a stray dribble of red popsicle slipped out the corner of his mouth and ran down his chin.
Jaejoong didn't realize he had been staring til Junsu removed the now erotic treat from his mouth and raised an eyebrow.
"Hello?" Junsu waved his free hand in front of Jaejoong's face. "Did someone turn your switch off?"
Jaejoong blinked a few times blankly. And then a slow, devious smile crept through his lips. "No. But I know something that turns me on."
Junsu rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Psh. What doesn't turn you on?"
Jaejoong leaned forward until his chin was almost rested upon the other's shoulder. "You know you'd be really be amazing at blowjobs?"
Junsu paused with the popsicle positioned just in front of his mouth for quite a while before he turned to Jaejoong with a reluctantly curious look on his face.
Jaejoong was grinning so hard now, it almost hurt. "The way you're handling that popsicle, you'd drive any guy insane with his cock in your mouth. You're a natural."
Junsu didn't give himself time to flush red again before he practically jumped out of his skin, scooting as far away from Jaejoong as possible and shouting things like, "Ewww!" and "You flaming pervert!" and "You're disgusting!"
Jaejoong was having too much fun now to stop. He crawled towards Junsu's repulsed form with predator-like stealth, his eyes darting between the younger man's widened eyes and the treat in his hand. "Come on, Junsu. Let's share that cold, hard, dripping cock. We'll show that stick what real bliss is like."
Junsu had run out of room long ago as the side rails of the stairs prohibited his immediate escape. He could only watch in a mixture of confusion and horror as Jaejoong's grinning face now held only inches away from his own suddenly lunged to the left and swiftly clamped his mouth around the popsicle in Junsu's hand. And not only did he suck on the other man's treat with startling, yet obnoxious power, but he swirled his tongue. He swirled it.
Junsu let out a yelp. "You ruined my popsicle! Get your own, greedy bastard!"
Both were sure more time would have been wasted with Jaejoong licking Junsu's popsicle and Junsu existing in general irritation. Until Jaejoong's cell phone rang.
I got you~
Under my skin.
Junsu looked at Jaejoong, a residue of disgust present on his face.
Jaejoong continued enjoying the rest of Junsu's popsicle in oblivion.
Junsu raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Jaejoong raised both his eyebrows and gave the other an innocent sidelong glance. "Hmmmm?"
"Your phone?"
"What phone?"
With more mutterings of displeasure, Junsu shoved his hand in the older man's pocket, taking the singing cell phone out and flipping it open and pressing it to his own ear.
"Hello?"
Jaejoong had let his mind drift off a while ago after he'd stolen Junsu's frozen snack. But now his focus was beginning to return as the next word slipped from Junsu's mouth.
"Yunho?"
Jaejoong dropped the now clean, red-stained popsicle stick to the ground.
Confusion ran rampant through Jaejoong's chest. He wasn't much of a fan of revisiting bad break up memories. And Yunho was much too manly to come groveling back to Jaejoong after clearly expressing his dissatisfaction with Jaejoong's company. So...what the hell was going on?
Oh....fuck?.
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Um, hi? :'D
I'm so, so, so sorry but.....this fic is now on hiatus. TTT_TTT
Thanks everyone SO much for following this series up til now but I can't write it anymore. Honestly, my writing has evolved so much and I'm practically a different person than the girl I was when I started this fic. But that's a good thing! My writing has improved and I'm more mature and stuff. :D So feel free to explore some of my other fics~ And you guys can imagine the end of this fic in your own epik imaginations~ <333
Thanks so much, you guys for your support!
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