Stolen Hearts and Shoes [2]
Title: Stolen Hearts and Shoes
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no one. Not even Junsu. T.T
Pairing: Yoosu ::::: Yunjae, mystery pairing...
Length: [2/6]
Genre: Romantic smut comedy
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Warnings: Sex, language, duckbutt
Summary: Yoochun, a love-starved songwriter, is in a slump, professionally and romantically and can't seem to get his juices flowing. To his humiliation, one day his roommate (forcefully) introduces him to the new neighbors and his first impression of someone's bare, wet ass isn't quite what he expected. But when his roommate stirs up more trouble than he can handle and things begin disappearing, Yoochun discovers secrets about his neighbors that inspire him more than he would've ever imagined.
Soggy Wifebeaters
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Reindeer Sex
"Hello. My Name Is Inigo Montoya. You Killed My Father. Prepare to Die."
Some movie was playing on HBO. Yoochun wasn't watching it.
He stared at the screen. Blankly.
Ass.
A little shiver ran through his body. It had been just over twenty four hours since the neighborly visit and Yoochun figured he had spent 23 of them with one image engrained in his head.
He shook his head. Nope. Didn't work. He shook his head again more violently this time. Damn. Now he's just got a headache.
It wasn't like he was normally this big a pervert. No more than any other healthy male, he supposed. But it had been so long since he'd had someone and that ass was so perfect...
Yoochun smacked himself in the face with a couch pillow. There goes three brain cells. Only four left.
It wasn't like he could ever get a piece of that now. Yoochun closed eyes shut tightly remembering the horrified look on the man's face when he'd realized Yoochun had not only seen him stark naked, but was quite possibly leering at him.
Yoochun groaned. Too bad. Judging by how furiously he'd blushed and those brown eyes, he probably would've been really cute to hold hands with. What was his name again?
Junsu.
A toothpaste commercial came on. And Yoochun sported a very complicated hard on.
"Chun, have you seen my cologne? I can't find it anywhere."
"Only gay men wear cologne." Yoochun mumbled half-heartedly.
Jaejoong padded into the living room with his shirt pulled up under his chin while he adjusted his nipple piercing. "Says who? You're just jealous."
"Jealous of your gay butt smex?" He no longer cared that he didn't make sense.
The doorbell rang and Jaejoong stuck out his tongue while heading toward the door. "Jealous that I have a reason to wear cologne. And take care of that little problem in your pants in private, please."
"I don't wanna. I like it this way."
Yoochun heard the door open and vaguely wondered if it were Yunho or Changmin at the door.
Jaejoong passed by the living room couch with a smiling Yunho trailing behind him, their fingers loosely intertwined. Huh. Maybe Jaejoong's little act with the neighbor yesterday was just harmless flirting.
Yunho stopped smiling for a moment. He glanced at the bulge in Yoochun's pants. He looked back at Yoochun with a completely straight face. "Still having a hard time?"
Yoochun threw a pillow at him. "Shut up."
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Yoochun used the piano keys as a pillow. Not too comfortable. His music composition notebook sat up in front of him; the page it was opened to was blank. He was drooling.
From down the hallway, he could hear a faint, incessant knocking. Like the headboard of Jaejoong's bed banging against the wall.
Nice to see Yunho and Jaejoong were having fun.
Maybe Jaejoong was right. He was never going to get any inspiration unless he felt the world. Whatever that meant. Time for some fresh air.
Five minutes later, Yoochun found himself wandering around the front yard, feeling the fresh spring air and still couldn't manage to get anything inspirational from pollen in his eyes. Plus, there wasn't much going on in his head right now other than the guy from yesterday. He'd probably told Changmin that the neighbors were rapists and they've packed up and moved out already.
Yoochun glanced over at the neighbor's house. Strangely enough, he spotted someone rustling around in the bushes lining the side of the house. Suspiciously. Yoochun squinted. Yep. That was definitely a person and not a stray dog. What idiot would burglarize someone's house in broad daylight?
"Hey, dumbass!" Yoochun shouted. If he had to, he'd fetch the rake from the garage and try to look even more menacing. He just hoped he wouldn't actually have to use it.
The person froze for a moment and stumbled out of the bushes and looked Yoochun's way.
Junsu?
Yoochun cursed under his breath and quickly looked away. Great. He'd just shouted at the guy like he didn't have any business wandering around in his own damn bushes. He can be in his bushes whenever he wants. They're his bushes. Actually, what was Junsu doing in those bushes?
He watched the other at length, who was dusting twigs out of his hair and dirt off his pants, cheeks colored deep red. And after that, all Yoochun could think was how red his juicy cheeks would get if he spanked them nice and hard.
Okay, that's enough. Yoochun took a deep breath. This is one of the reasons you're life is the way it is right now. You give up too easily. And you're a bit of a pervert... At least make an effort to be this guy's friend. He might even forgive you for scoping him out the other day. Yoochun took another deep breath. And another for luck.
"H-hey...Junsu, was it? Sorry about that. Just thought..."
Junsu stopped trying to rub the mud-stains out of his jeans and looked up. His eyes looked worried.
Okay. You've got his attention. Now how do you make this less awkward...? Because they were just standing in their respective yards while Yoochun kind of shouted, after just calling his neighbor a dumbass, while trying to fight a hard on as yesterday's images flooded his head.
And now the way Junsu was shifting his weight from foot to foot while adjusting and readjusting his bangs obsessively was so incredibly, distractingly cute that Yoochun had a hard time forming another coherent sentence.
He cleared his throat and said the first thing that popped into his head. "Why are you crawling around in your bushes?" Genius.
Even from a distance, Yoochun could see the muscles in Junsu's shoulders freeze. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then quickly closed it. He repeated but said nothing while rubbing the back of his neck.
It suddenly occurred to Yoochun that perhaps Junsu was mute. Changmin had mentioned the day before that he often had to be the one taking care of his older roommate.
That might have been a nice little fact Changmin could've told them at the time. But of course, Yoochun hadn't really stayed long enough for Changmin to get to that detail...
No problem. He could still make an effort. Yoochun needed more friends. Jaejoong had millions. Why couldn't Yoochun have more friends than the number of fingers on one hand, too? "Um, are you doing anything later? We could get something to eat if you want or..."
A pause.
Stupid Yoochun. How can Junsu respond if he's mute? Yoochun bit his tongue just hard enough to release a single tear from his eye. Or maybe that was just the pollen.
"I--I'm sorry."
Yoochun's ears perked while he rubbed his eye. Had he just spoken? Yep, Junsu's lips were definitely moving. Those pink, wet lips...
Junsu swallowed a couple of times and regarded Yoochun nervously. "I--no, thank you, Yoochun." He bowed hastily and scurried around to the other side of the house out of sight.
Yoochun should have called after him. Should have insisted they have coffee or perhaps explain all the reasons why he is not a creepy peeping tom who resents that his neighbors enjoy home gardening.
But all he could think about was how Junsu's husky voice was perhaps the most musical thing he'd ever heard in his life and the way his butt moved so deliciously in those loosely slung, slightly muddy jeans. And he had remembered his name.
Inspiration came with the wind. Along with the pollen.
Yoochun hurried back toward his own house, a short melody already tinkling in his head. He'd better write this down fast or he'd lose it forever.
But first he'd have to relieve himself.
He shut the door behind him and leaned back on it, crotch heavy and panting. He unzipped his pants and jerked away.
While he pumped his hand to the rhythm in his head, mind clouded with lips and husky singing voices and asses covered in mud, he hummed the measure in his head to rhythm of his hand.
He spurted off to a sparkling finish, the song now stuck on a fidgety, skippy sort of repeat in his head while he caught his breath. He glanced at the floor. He should probably clean that up before Jaejoong finds it first. And then beats him with a shoe.
Yoochun had just gotten his goods back into his pants when Yunho ambled in, a satisfied glide in his step, clad in only a pair of Jaejoong's boxers riding low on his hips, the hem high above his knees as he headed for the kitchen. He caught sight of Yoochun and stopped in his tracks. He looked at the mess on the floor. He looked back at Yoochun.
"So, are you cumming along okay now?"
"Shut up!"
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Yoochun had a pleasant dream that night.
Complete with a soundtrack of his past compositions, plus the one he'd started on recently. Possibly the first new idea he'd had in months. He dreamed of reindeer mounting lions while Tigger ate dumplings and Yoochun the bunny slept peaceful in the bushes.
He didn't find it so weird that he'd actually had a dream where he was already sleeping. A stuffed lamb cuddled next to him and put his furry arm around Yoochun.
"Junsu." Yoochun mumbled.
"Ehh!?"
Yoochun came crashing down from his dream, landing under the sheets and sprawled out in his own bed. His eyes fluttered open. He wanted to choke Jaejoong.
"Go sleep in your own bed. You woke me from a really good dream." Yoochun muttered irritably, trying to kick Jaejoong out of his bed.
Jaejoong just tightened his arm around Yoochun and ended up spooning him in the end. Jaejoong always gets what he wants. "What was it about?"
Yoochun wrinkled his brow. "I think you were in it."
"Was I beautiful?" Jaejoong smiled against the back of Yoochun's neck.
"You were a lion."
"What did I do?"
"A reindeer."
Jaejoong paused. "What the fuck did you eat last night?"
Yoochun didn't answer. The two lay in silence for a while, listening to the wind blow the curtains of Yoochun's open bedroom window and the sound of each other's breaths, legs tangled, heartbeats retarding. Yoochun kind of missed times like this. It was difficult to spend time together when both men were working. Maybe Yoochun should stay unemployed.
"You know, just because you have no job and no life doesn't mean you have the right to laze around my house without even trying to help out." Jaejoong murmured into Yoochun's hair.
So much for that fantasy.
"It's harder than you think." Yoochun sighed, trying to wriggle away from the other.
But Jaejoong held on tighter. "Yunho wants to move in with me."
Yoochun froze, biting his lip. "When do you want me to move out?"
Jaejoong exhaled for a long time. "I refused him."
"Don't do this for me."
"I'm not."
"Jaejoong."
"Okay, I am." Jaejoong chuckled but Yoochun didn't find anything funny.
"Look," Jaejoong continued, rubbing his feet against Yoochun's legs. "I've known you longer than I've known him. And he knows that you come first. Yunho can wait. No one's moving out unless you're ready. Plus, you and I got this house together, so technically, it's our house. I can't just kick you out."
"So why do you always call it your--"
"Until you get your ass together, I reserve the right to call it my house for the time being." Jaejoong deadpanned.
Yoochun muttered something irritable into the pillow that Jaejoong didn't bother asking him to repeat.
"And I'm just saying you could help me clean up around the house every once and a while, Chun."
"Do I have to cook, too?" Yoochun asked.
"No." Jaejoong said firmly. "No, that's my job. You stay the hell away from my kitchen."
Yoochun just smiled while Jaejoong idly ran his fingers across his belly.
"I just don't want you getting too used to doing nothing," Jaejoong continued. "I want you to continue your music. I know how you get when you're really into a project you're working on. You're dreamy and you tune out the rest of the world and piss me the hell off when you ignore me when I try talking to you."
"Then why are you so bent on me going back into music?" Yoochun prodded jokingly.
"Because you're happy."
Yoochun watched the sheer blue curtains billow from his window as the wind picked up. "I wrote a melody yesterday."
Jaejoong inhaled sharply. "Are you serious?"
Yoochun smiled. "Yeah. It's only a couple of measures, though."
"That's great!" Jaejoong sat up, shaking Yoochun's shoulder til the younger got dizzy. "I knew you weren't just a lazy jackass!"
"Thanks?" Yoochun muttered through tight lips.
Jaejoong hugged the other tighter. "What's it like so far? Is it gonna be a hit?"
Yoochun allowed a tiny secret smile to stretch out on his lips and smushed it into the pillow. "It's about a little lamb with a duck butt stuck in the bushes."
Jaejoong stopped hugging him. "You artistic types." He shook his head. "God save us all."
Yoochun just grinned while Jaejoong unwrapped himself from the sheets, getting out of bed. "I can't find my favorite fuzzy socks with the lions on them. Have you seen them in the laundry room?"
Yoochun rolled over. "You lost them? I gave them to you for your birthday!"
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. "I know. Didn't you hear me say they were my favorite socks?"
"You love them so much and yet you don't even know where the fuck they are? I'm hurt!" Yoochun grabbed his chest dramatically.
Jaejoong smacked him with a pillow. "I usually wear them to bed but I can't find them anywhere. If I don't find them by tonight, I'm gonna have to snuggle in with you so I can warm my feet against your legs."
"You wear socks to bed?"
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah. Don't you?"
"Mom says only old people wear socks to bed."
Jaejoong smacked him with his hand this time. The older man finally stood up, hair slightly ruffled. But for some reason, Yoochun noticed he was wearing slacks and a really nice shirt. "Why do you always keep the fan on in here, anyway?" He looked pointedly at the floor fan in mild disgust. "It's always freezing in here."
"I like it." Yoochun yanked the blankets over his head. "No one is asking you to sleep with me. I don't want your clammy feet all over my manly legs, anyway. Just wear normal socks in your own bed."
"And you keep the window open?"
"I like it!"
Jaejoong shook his head, readjusting his hair. "I have to pay for utilities all alone, you know."
"Well, then get out of my room," Yoochun grumbled from beneath the sheets. "You waking me up so damn early makes me too pissed to get out of bed and write a song and find work."
"It's almost 5pm."
Yoochun threw the sheets off and launched into sitting position. "WHAT?"
Jaejoong snorted. "If you didn't spend so much time staring at your keyboard until the wee hours of the night, your sleep schedule wouldn't be so shitty." Then he added quickly. "You should get dressed."
"Why?" Yoochun mumbled. "I'm not going anywhere today. The whole day's already over..."
"Cause in about an hour, we're having guests over for dinner." Jaejoong said distractedly, primping in the mirror on the wall.
Yoochun's mouth dropped. "What? Who? Is it Yunho again?"
"Nope. The new neighbors. Wear something nice, okay, Chun?"
Jaejoong had walked out of the room before he could see Yoochun tip over in his bed, curl up in a ball and tear all his hair out.
Three
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no one. Not even Junsu. T.T
Pairing: Yoosu ::::: Yunjae, mystery pairing...
Length: [2/6]
Genre: Romantic smut comedy
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Warnings: Sex, language, duckbutt
Summary: Yoochun, a love-starved songwriter, is in a slump, professionally and romantically and can't seem to get his juices flowing. To his humiliation, one day his roommate (forcefully) introduces him to the new neighbors and his first impression of someone's bare, wet ass isn't quite what he expected. But when his roommate stirs up more trouble than he can handle and things begin disappearing, Yoochun discovers secrets about his neighbors that inspire him more than he would've ever imagined.
Soggy Wifebeaters
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Reindeer Sex
"Hello. My Name Is Inigo Montoya. You Killed My Father. Prepare to Die."
Some movie was playing on HBO. Yoochun wasn't watching it.
He stared at the screen. Blankly.
Ass.
A little shiver ran through his body. It had been just over twenty four hours since the neighborly visit and Yoochun figured he had spent 23 of them with one image engrained in his head.
He shook his head. Nope. Didn't work. He shook his head again more violently this time. Damn. Now he's just got a headache.
It wasn't like he was normally this big a pervert. No more than any other healthy male, he supposed. But it had been so long since he'd had someone and that ass was so perfect...
Yoochun smacked himself in the face with a couch pillow. There goes three brain cells. Only four left.
It wasn't like he could ever get a piece of that now. Yoochun closed eyes shut tightly remembering the horrified look on the man's face when he'd realized Yoochun had not only seen him stark naked, but was quite possibly leering at him.
Yoochun groaned. Too bad. Judging by how furiously he'd blushed and those brown eyes, he probably would've been really cute to hold hands with. What was his name again?
Junsu.
A toothpaste commercial came on. And Yoochun sported a very complicated hard on.
"Chun, have you seen my cologne? I can't find it anywhere."
"Only gay men wear cologne." Yoochun mumbled half-heartedly.
Jaejoong padded into the living room with his shirt pulled up under his chin while he adjusted his nipple piercing. "Says who? You're just jealous."
"Jealous of your gay butt smex?" He no longer cared that he didn't make sense.
The doorbell rang and Jaejoong stuck out his tongue while heading toward the door. "Jealous that I have a reason to wear cologne. And take care of that little problem in your pants in private, please."
"I don't wanna. I like it this way."
Yoochun heard the door open and vaguely wondered if it were Yunho or Changmin at the door.
Jaejoong passed by the living room couch with a smiling Yunho trailing behind him, their fingers loosely intertwined. Huh. Maybe Jaejoong's little act with the neighbor yesterday was just harmless flirting.
Yunho stopped smiling for a moment. He glanced at the bulge in Yoochun's pants. He looked back at Yoochun with a completely straight face. "Still having a hard time?"
Yoochun threw a pillow at him. "Shut up."
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Yoochun used the piano keys as a pillow. Not too comfortable. His music composition notebook sat up in front of him; the page it was opened to was blank. He was drooling.
From down the hallway, he could hear a faint, incessant knocking. Like the headboard of Jaejoong's bed banging against the wall.
Nice to see Yunho and Jaejoong were having fun.
Maybe Jaejoong was right. He was never going to get any inspiration unless he felt the world. Whatever that meant. Time for some fresh air.
Five minutes later, Yoochun found himself wandering around the front yard, feeling the fresh spring air and still couldn't manage to get anything inspirational from pollen in his eyes. Plus, there wasn't much going on in his head right now other than the guy from yesterday. He'd probably told Changmin that the neighbors were rapists and they've packed up and moved out already.
Yoochun glanced over at the neighbor's house. Strangely enough, he spotted someone rustling around in the bushes lining the side of the house. Suspiciously. Yoochun squinted. Yep. That was definitely a person and not a stray dog. What idiot would burglarize someone's house in broad daylight?
"Hey, dumbass!" Yoochun shouted. If he had to, he'd fetch the rake from the garage and try to look even more menacing. He just hoped he wouldn't actually have to use it.
The person froze for a moment and stumbled out of the bushes and looked Yoochun's way.
Junsu?
Yoochun cursed under his breath and quickly looked away. Great. He'd just shouted at the guy like he didn't have any business wandering around in his own damn bushes. He can be in his bushes whenever he wants. They're his bushes. Actually, what was Junsu doing in those bushes?
He watched the other at length, who was dusting twigs out of his hair and dirt off his pants, cheeks colored deep red. And after that, all Yoochun could think was how red his juicy cheeks would get if he spanked them nice and hard.
Okay, that's enough. Yoochun took a deep breath. This is one of the reasons you're life is the way it is right now. You give up too easily. And you're a bit of a pervert... At least make an effort to be this guy's friend. He might even forgive you for scoping him out the other day. Yoochun took another deep breath. And another for luck.
"H-hey...Junsu, was it? Sorry about that. Just thought..."
Junsu stopped trying to rub the mud-stains out of his jeans and looked up. His eyes looked worried.
Okay. You've got his attention. Now how do you make this less awkward...? Because they were just standing in their respective yards while Yoochun kind of shouted, after just calling his neighbor a dumbass, while trying to fight a hard on as yesterday's images flooded his head.
And now the way Junsu was shifting his weight from foot to foot while adjusting and readjusting his bangs obsessively was so incredibly, distractingly cute that Yoochun had a hard time forming another coherent sentence.
He cleared his throat and said the first thing that popped into his head. "Why are you crawling around in your bushes?" Genius.
Even from a distance, Yoochun could see the muscles in Junsu's shoulders freeze. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then quickly closed it. He repeated but said nothing while rubbing the back of his neck.
It suddenly occurred to Yoochun that perhaps Junsu was mute. Changmin had mentioned the day before that he often had to be the one taking care of his older roommate.
That might have been a nice little fact Changmin could've told them at the time. But of course, Yoochun hadn't really stayed long enough for Changmin to get to that detail...
No problem. He could still make an effort. Yoochun needed more friends. Jaejoong had millions. Why couldn't Yoochun have more friends than the number of fingers on one hand, too? "Um, are you doing anything later? We could get something to eat if you want or..."
A pause.
Stupid Yoochun. How can Junsu respond if he's mute? Yoochun bit his tongue just hard enough to release a single tear from his eye. Or maybe that was just the pollen.
"I--I'm sorry."
Yoochun's ears perked while he rubbed his eye. Had he just spoken? Yep, Junsu's lips were definitely moving. Those pink, wet lips...
Junsu swallowed a couple of times and regarded Yoochun nervously. "I--no, thank you, Yoochun." He bowed hastily and scurried around to the other side of the house out of sight.
Yoochun should have called after him. Should have insisted they have coffee or perhaps explain all the reasons why he is not a creepy peeping tom who resents that his neighbors enjoy home gardening.
But all he could think about was how Junsu's husky voice was perhaps the most musical thing he'd ever heard in his life and the way his butt moved so deliciously in those loosely slung, slightly muddy jeans. And he had remembered his name.
Inspiration came with the wind. Along with the pollen.
Yoochun hurried back toward his own house, a short melody already tinkling in his head. He'd better write this down fast or he'd lose it forever.
But first he'd have to relieve himself.
He shut the door behind him and leaned back on it, crotch heavy and panting. He unzipped his pants and jerked away.
While he pumped his hand to the rhythm in his head, mind clouded with lips and husky singing voices and asses covered in mud, he hummed the measure in his head to rhythm of his hand.
He spurted off to a sparkling finish, the song now stuck on a fidgety, skippy sort of repeat in his head while he caught his breath. He glanced at the floor. He should probably clean that up before Jaejoong finds it first. And then beats him with a shoe.
Yoochun had just gotten his goods back into his pants when Yunho ambled in, a satisfied glide in his step, clad in only a pair of Jaejoong's boxers riding low on his hips, the hem high above his knees as he headed for the kitchen. He caught sight of Yoochun and stopped in his tracks. He looked at the mess on the floor. He looked back at Yoochun.
"So, are you cumming along okay now?"
"Shut up!"
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Yoochun had a pleasant dream that night.
Complete with a soundtrack of his past compositions, plus the one he'd started on recently. Possibly the first new idea he'd had in months. He dreamed of reindeer mounting lions while Tigger ate dumplings and Yoochun the bunny slept peaceful in the bushes.
He didn't find it so weird that he'd actually had a dream where he was already sleeping. A stuffed lamb cuddled next to him and put his furry arm around Yoochun.
"Junsu." Yoochun mumbled.
"Ehh!?"
Yoochun came crashing down from his dream, landing under the sheets and sprawled out in his own bed. His eyes fluttered open. He wanted to choke Jaejoong.
"Go sleep in your own bed. You woke me from a really good dream." Yoochun muttered irritably, trying to kick Jaejoong out of his bed.
Jaejoong just tightened his arm around Yoochun and ended up spooning him in the end. Jaejoong always gets what he wants. "What was it about?"
Yoochun wrinkled his brow. "I think you were in it."
"Was I beautiful?" Jaejoong smiled against the back of Yoochun's neck.
"You were a lion."
"What did I do?"
"A reindeer."
Jaejoong paused. "What the fuck did you eat last night?"
Yoochun didn't answer. The two lay in silence for a while, listening to the wind blow the curtains of Yoochun's open bedroom window and the sound of each other's breaths, legs tangled, heartbeats retarding. Yoochun kind of missed times like this. It was difficult to spend time together when both men were working. Maybe Yoochun should stay unemployed.
"You know, just because you have no job and no life doesn't mean you have the right to laze around my house without even trying to help out." Jaejoong murmured into Yoochun's hair.
So much for that fantasy.
"It's harder than you think." Yoochun sighed, trying to wriggle away from the other.
But Jaejoong held on tighter. "Yunho wants to move in with me."
Yoochun froze, biting his lip. "When do you want me to move out?"
Jaejoong exhaled for a long time. "I refused him."
"Don't do this for me."
"I'm not."
"Jaejoong."
"Okay, I am." Jaejoong chuckled but Yoochun didn't find anything funny.
"Look," Jaejoong continued, rubbing his feet against Yoochun's legs. "I've known you longer than I've known him. And he knows that you come first. Yunho can wait. No one's moving out unless you're ready. Plus, you and I got this house together, so technically, it's our house. I can't just kick you out."
"So why do you always call it your--"
"Until you get your ass together, I reserve the right to call it my house for the time being." Jaejoong deadpanned.
Yoochun muttered something irritable into the pillow that Jaejoong didn't bother asking him to repeat.
"And I'm just saying you could help me clean up around the house every once and a while, Chun."
"Do I have to cook, too?" Yoochun asked.
"No." Jaejoong said firmly. "No, that's my job. You stay the hell away from my kitchen."
Yoochun just smiled while Jaejoong idly ran his fingers across his belly.
"I just don't want you getting too used to doing nothing," Jaejoong continued. "I want you to continue your music. I know how you get when you're really into a project you're working on. You're dreamy and you tune out the rest of the world and piss me the hell off when you ignore me when I try talking to you."
"Then why are you so bent on me going back into music?" Yoochun prodded jokingly.
"Because you're happy."
Yoochun watched the sheer blue curtains billow from his window as the wind picked up. "I wrote a melody yesterday."
Jaejoong inhaled sharply. "Are you serious?"
Yoochun smiled. "Yeah. It's only a couple of measures, though."
"That's great!" Jaejoong sat up, shaking Yoochun's shoulder til the younger got dizzy. "I knew you weren't just a lazy jackass!"
"Thanks?" Yoochun muttered through tight lips.
Jaejoong hugged the other tighter. "What's it like so far? Is it gonna be a hit?"
Yoochun allowed a tiny secret smile to stretch out on his lips and smushed it into the pillow. "It's about a little lamb with a duck butt stuck in the bushes."
Jaejoong stopped hugging him. "You artistic types." He shook his head. "God save us all."
Yoochun just grinned while Jaejoong unwrapped himself from the sheets, getting out of bed. "I can't find my favorite fuzzy socks with the lions on them. Have you seen them in the laundry room?"
Yoochun rolled over. "You lost them? I gave them to you for your birthday!"
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. "I know. Didn't you hear me say they were my favorite socks?"
"You love them so much and yet you don't even know where the fuck they are? I'm hurt!" Yoochun grabbed his chest dramatically.
Jaejoong smacked him with a pillow. "I usually wear them to bed but I can't find them anywhere. If I don't find them by tonight, I'm gonna have to snuggle in with you so I can warm my feet against your legs."
"You wear socks to bed?"
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah. Don't you?"
"Mom says only old people wear socks to bed."
Jaejoong smacked him with his hand this time. The older man finally stood up, hair slightly ruffled. But for some reason, Yoochun noticed he was wearing slacks and a really nice shirt. "Why do you always keep the fan on in here, anyway?" He looked pointedly at the floor fan in mild disgust. "It's always freezing in here."
"I like it." Yoochun yanked the blankets over his head. "No one is asking you to sleep with me. I don't want your clammy feet all over my manly legs, anyway. Just wear normal socks in your own bed."
"And you keep the window open?"
"I like it!"
Jaejoong shook his head, readjusting his hair. "I have to pay for utilities all alone, you know."
"Well, then get out of my room," Yoochun grumbled from beneath the sheets. "You waking me up so damn early makes me too pissed to get out of bed and write a song and find work."
"It's almost 5pm."
Yoochun threw the sheets off and launched into sitting position. "WHAT?"
Jaejoong snorted. "If you didn't spend so much time staring at your keyboard until the wee hours of the night, your sleep schedule wouldn't be so shitty." Then he added quickly. "You should get dressed."
"Why?" Yoochun mumbled. "I'm not going anywhere today. The whole day's already over..."
"Cause in about an hour, we're having guests over for dinner." Jaejoong said distractedly, primping in the mirror on the wall.
Yoochun's mouth dropped. "What? Who? Is it Yunho again?"
"Nope. The new neighbors. Wear something nice, okay, Chun?"
Jaejoong had walked out of the room before he could see Yoochun tip over in his bed, curl up in a ball and tear all his hair out.
Three
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