Jaejoong Is A Douchebag. Part 8.
Jaejoong Is A Douchebag Part 8
Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: OT5. YooMin. JaeChun. JaeMin.
Rating: Overall NC-17. This part, PG-13.
Genre: Bandfic. Smut. Angst (?). Humor. Chaptered. Longish drabble (~1,000+ words).
Warnings: Strong language. Mentions of past underage sex. Full disclosure on Jaejoong's part.
Summary: A story of unrequited love (not really), blowjobs (cause they're fun), bets (okay, only one), sex (lots), and revenge (the best kind).
♦ AN: Couldn't wait any longer to post this. :3
Boom boom baby. Jaejoong's full disclosure. Time for you guys to answer the big question: is Jaejoong a douchebag? How much of a douchebag? And what kind of punishment does he deserve for setting this all in motion?
Jaejoong frowns as he checks his phone for the third time in less than ten minutes.
Yoochun's late. They're supposed to be meeting tonight to discuss possible counterattack measures but the other man hasn't texted him yet. Isn't he back from shopping?
He tosses his phone aside with a whine, rolling onto his side on the bed. Yunho doesn't like letting room service in during the day (too much private stuff being kept in their rooms, not to mention the possibility of the maids finding something scandalous) so the sheets still smell like sex and Yunho and Jaejoong.
Not a bad mix, Jaejoong finds himself thinking as he inhales the scent. It brings back memories, of Jaejoong's dingy, pre-debut apartment and letting Yunho, the homeless trainee, crash at his place. He'd insisted that Yunho sleeping on the floor was stupid when they could both squeeze onto the bed. It'd been a tight fit (requiring them to sleep in each other's arms to keep from crashing to the floor) and Jaejoong had lasted all of two days before he'd kissed the other boy.
Yunho had been shocked, embarrassed, and despite him sleeping on the floor that night (his own choice) he'd come back to Jaejoong's bed the very next evening. Jaejoong wasn't really sure what prompted Yunho to return; curiosity, perhaps, or even real affection? All he knew was that Yunho was willing to explore with warm hands and warmer kisses and that the cold winter nights in Seoul were no longer nearly as cold.
Some years later, Yoochun was next. Jaejoong had asked him to teach him piano and they had spent two hours hunched over a keyboard in the music room of their dorm, practicing fingering and posture. Yoochun had never looked so enticing as he did then, glasses perched on his nose and long hair tied back from his face. He'd been nursing a mug of coffee and when he set it aside after taking a sip Jaejoong had leaned in and claimed his mouth.
To say Yoochun had been shocked would be an understatement, but the second kiss brushed all that away and they had ended up a sweaty, fumbling, frantic mess, shoving clothes out of the way while knocking pretty much everything on the nearest desk to the floor. Jaejoong can't recall what they used for lube (maybe they didn't use anything at all) and Yunho had walked in on them halfway through.
Jaejoong's not sure how he expected Yunho to respond. Yoochun apparently had some idea, as he'd tried to more or less melt himself into the floor; perhaps he'd expected Yunho to go all jealous boyfriend and beat the living shit out of him. Instead the leader had rolled his eyes and tactfully reminded them to lock the door if they were going to do anything obscene.
(Ever since then, early morning rain, piano music, and coffee-flavored kisses have always reminded him of Yoochun. The combination makes his stomach clench, giving him the most aching sense of melancholy for which he has no words.)
Junsu was the next, logical step. He hadn't even bothered with the pretense of wanting anything else that day when he caught the dancer in the bathroom, casually locking the door behind him before kissing him full on the lips. Junsu had fumbled through the beginning the same way he did everything else in life: with an eager-to-learn attitude, mixed with lots of smiles and his trademark, infectious laughter. He was an incredibly generous lover, aiming to please and Jaejoong can't remember how many times he let (yes, let) Junsu get him off before he forced the younger man to settle down and let him return the favor.
It was shortly after Junsu that he had started to hear whispers of the others getting together. He wasn't surprised to find he was not the least bit jealous. Why should he be? What did he care if Yoochun and Junsu spent nights making googly eyes at each other and drowning in so much emotion that Jaejoong would've choked on it? All that mattered to him was that he wasn't being replaced; just, supplemented.
Whenever Yoochun had an itch for what Junsu could offer, it was easy for Jaejoong to go back to Yunho. Yunho was familiar, easy to be with. He knew Jaejoong for what he was and what he wanted. He didn't judge or condemn him, and when Jaejoong had gotten into the whole soulmates thing with Yoochun, he wasn't jealous.
And why wasn't Yunho jealous? It's something Jaejoong's thought about for a while but never had the guts to ask. He knows Yunho has affection for him, just as he holds quite a bit of affection for the other members; they all do. It's a kind of affection -a kind of love- that's completely free of any strings and attachments, of any jealousy or demands.
For Jaejoong, taking each of the members to bed was just a natural extension of that affection. He shared his food, his living space, his thoughts, his feelings, his life with them; sharing his body after all that didn't seem so strange. The physical affection was a kind of reassurance, a validation that the other members felt the same way he did. In his mind, it tightened them as a group and cemented the bonds.
So then why hadn't Changmin done the same?
It was like Jaejoong had cast out a net, drawing those he loved closest to share his heart and his bed and Changmin had avoided the net entirely. It felt strange, uncomfortable to be missing one of the members in such a way, like a perverted game of Pokemon; gotta do them all, and yet Changmin had passed him by, leaving a gaping hole in Jaejoong's heart? mind? ego?
Whatever, it didn't matter anymore. Jaejoong had cast a different kind of net this time, one that he knew Changmin wouldn't be able to resist: Park Yoochun. Soon enough Changmin would take the bait being offered and Jaejoong would draw him in, bridging the final gap between him and the youngest and feeding Jaejoong's addiction for affection.
His phone buzzing jerks him from his thoughts. He reaches out, flipping it open to peer at the text that just arrived.
"Yunho?" Jaejoong murmurs. Changmin borrowed the key to Yoochun's room and went in about 10 minutes ago, it reads. Yoochun just got back now.
Jaejoong grins slowly, feeling the tension seep from his shoulders as he rolls onto his back.
Finally, finally the end is in sight.
[part o7] // [part o9]
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♠ is Jaejoong a douchebag?
♠ how much of a douchebag?
♠ what kind of punishment does he deserve for setting this all in motion?
Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: OT5. YooMin. JaeChun. JaeMin.
Rating: Overall NC-17. This part, PG-13.
Genre: Bandfic. Smut. Angst (?). Humor. Chaptered. Longish drabble (~1,000+ words).
Warnings: Strong language. Mentions of past underage sex. Full disclosure on Jaejoong's part.
Summary: A story of unrequited love (not really), blowjobs (cause they're fun), bets (okay, only one), sex (lots), and revenge (the best kind).
♦ AN: Couldn't wait any longer to post this. :3
Boom boom baby. Jaejoong's full disclosure. Time for you guys to answer the big question: is Jaejoong a douchebag? How much of a douchebag? And what kind of punishment does he deserve for setting this all in motion?
Jaejoong frowns as he checks his phone for the third time in less than ten minutes.
Yoochun's late. They're supposed to be meeting tonight to discuss possible counterattack measures but the other man hasn't texted him yet. Isn't he back from shopping?
He tosses his phone aside with a whine, rolling onto his side on the bed. Yunho doesn't like letting room service in during the day (too much private stuff being kept in their rooms, not to mention the possibility of the maids finding something scandalous) so the sheets still smell like sex and Yunho and Jaejoong.
Not a bad mix, Jaejoong finds himself thinking as he inhales the scent. It brings back memories, of Jaejoong's dingy, pre-debut apartment and letting Yunho, the homeless trainee, crash at his place. He'd insisted that Yunho sleeping on the floor was stupid when they could both squeeze onto the bed. It'd been a tight fit (requiring them to sleep in each other's arms to keep from crashing to the floor) and Jaejoong had lasted all of two days before he'd kissed the other boy.
Yunho had been shocked, embarrassed, and despite him sleeping on the floor that night (his own choice) he'd come back to Jaejoong's bed the very next evening. Jaejoong wasn't really sure what prompted Yunho to return; curiosity, perhaps, or even real affection? All he knew was that Yunho was willing to explore with warm hands and warmer kisses and that the cold winter nights in Seoul were no longer nearly as cold.
Some years later, Yoochun was next. Jaejoong had asked him to teach him piano and they had spent two hours hunched over a keyboard in the music room of their dorm, practicing fingering and posture. Yoochun had never looked so enticing as he did then, glasses perched on his nose and long hair tied back from his face. He'd been nursing a mug of coffee and when he set it aside after taking a sip Jaejoong had leaned in and claimed his mouth.
To say Yoochun had been shocked would be an understatement, but the second kiss brushed all that away and they had ended up a sweaty, fumbling, frantic mess, shoving clothes out of the way while knocking pretty much everything on the nearest desk to the floor. Jaejoong can't recall what they used for lube (maybe they didn't use anything at all) and Yunho had walked in on them halfway through.
Jaejoong's not sure how he expected Yunho to respond. Yoochun apparently had some idea, as he'd tried to more or less melt himself into the floor; perhaps he'd expected Yunho to go all jealous boyfriend and beat the living shit out of him. Instead the leader had rolled his eyes and tactfully reminded them to lock the door if they were going to do anything obscene.
(Ever since then, early morning rain, piano music, and coffee-flavored kisses have always reminded him of Yoochun. The combination makes his stomach clench, giving him the most aching sense of melancholy for which he has no words.)
Junsu was the next, logical step. He hadn't even bothered with the pretense of wanting anything else that day when he caught the dancer in the bathroom, casually locking the door behind him before kissing him full on the lips. Junsu had fumbled through the beginning the same way he did everything else in life: with an eager-to-learn attitude, mixed with lots of smiles and his trademark, infectious laughter. He was an incredibly generous lover, aiming to please and Jaejoong can't remember how many times he let (yes, let) Junsu get him off before he forced the younger man to settle down and let him return the favor.
It was shortly after Junsu that he had started to hear whispers of the others getting together. He wasn't surprised to find he was not the least bit jealous. Why should he be? What did he care if Yoochun and Junsu spent nights making googly eyes at each other and drowning in so much emotion that Jaejoong would've choked on it? All that mattered to him was that he wasn't being replaced; just, supplemented.
Whenever Yoochun had an itch for what Junsu could offer, it was easy for Jaejoong to go back to Yunho. Yunho was familiar, easy to be with. He knew Jaejoong for what he was and what he wanted. He didn't judge or condemn him, and when Jaejoong had gotten into the whole soulmates thing with Yoochun, he wasn't jealous.
And why wasn't Yunho jealous? It's something Jaejoong's thought about for a while but never had the guts to ask. He knows Yunho has affection for him, just as he holds quite a bit of affection for the other members; they all do. It's a kind of affection -a kind of love- that's completely free of any strings and attachments, of any jealousy or demands.
For Jaejoong, taking each of the members to bed was just a natural extension of that affection. He shared his food, his living space, his thoughts, his feelings, his life with them; sharing his body after all that didn't seem so strange. The physical affection was a kind of reassurance, a validation that the other members felt the same way he did. In his mind, it tightened them as a group and cemented the bonds.
So then why hadn't Changmin done the same?
It was like Jaejoong had cast out a net, drawing those he loved closest to share his heart and his bed and Changmin had avoided the net entirely. It felt strange, uncomfortable to be missing one of the members in such a way, like a perverted game of Pokemon; gotta do them all, and yet Changmin had passed him by, leaving a gaping hole in Jaejoong's heart? mind? ego?
Whatever, it didn't matter anymore. Jaejoong had cast a different kind of net this time, one that he knew Changmin wouldn't be able to resist: Park Yoochun. Soon enough Changmin would take the bait being offered and Jaejoong would draw him in, bridging the final gap between him and the youngest and feeding Jaejoong's addiction for affection.
His phone buzzing jerks him from his thoughts. He reaches out, flipping it open to peer at the text that just arrived.
"Yunho?" Jaejoong murmurs. Changmin borrowed the key to Yoochun's room and went in about 10 minutes ago, it reads. Yoochun just got back now.
Jaejoong grins slowly, feeling the tension seep from his shoulders as he rolls onto his back.
Finally, finally the end is in sight.
[part o7] // [part o9]
Visitor Counter
If you hit that "comment" link, remember to answer the big questions!
♠ is Jaejoong a douchebag?
♠ how much of a douchebag?
♠ what kind of punishment does he deserve for setting this all in motion?