Someday [10]
Title: Someday
Beta: ohmahgodsun
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama
Summary: They were two souls meant to teach each other about how to love, and most importantly, how to live.
Birthday story for freakybiatch ♥
“Are you going to be okay?”
Jaejoong looked up from his suitcase and wrinkled his nose, “Of course I’ll be okay.” He answered calmly before he turned back to his luggage and tried to fit in a couple more pairs of jeans. From the short distance between them, he could hear Junsu fidgeting by the doorway. Jaejoong gave up on packing, sighed, and turned his head.
“I told you, I’ll be okay.”
Junsu crossed his arms across his chest and studied his best friend. A few seconds passed in silence and just as Junsu opened his mouth to speak, Jaejoong cut him off.
“No, you can’t come with me,” Jaejoong said with a laugh, well aware of what Junsu was about to say. He shook his head in amusement and pulled out the pair of jeans that couldn’t fit into his bag before he tossed them onto his bed. In a swift movement, he quickly stood up and walked over to where Junsu was.
“You’re not my mother.”
The shorter man scowled, “I’m just -“
“Worried for me?” Jaejoong questioned, his smile growing wider. He turned his head to the side and set his hands onto Junsu’s shoulders. He gripped Junsu’s shoulders tightly and tried to put his friend at ease, “You’re acting like Yunho.”
“No, I’m -“ Junsu shut his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, “Okay, fine, maybe I am coddling you like Yunho used to, but…”
“I’m going to be fine. Trust me.”
It took a few minutes, but Junsu eventually sighed and gave in. He raised a hand to his head and massaged his temples in frustration before moving it it away so that he could look at Jaejoong properly.
“I trust you -“
Before Junsu could get the rest of the words out of his mouth, Jaejoong had already pulled him into a crushing hug.
o-o-o
Jaejoong stared at the photos in the magazine proudly. He’d spent the last months working his way up at a rather small magazine, but nonetheless, it was nice to see his efforts had finally paid off. From the initial days spent doing countless errands not related to photography, he was finally on the path to what he felt was most right for him. The spread was rather short - just five photos of five different models dressed in clothes appropriate for the winter season. It was hardly anything groundbreaking, but he was more than happy with it.
Success didn’t come in a day after all.
He took the magazine off the stand and paid for it along with his cup of coffee before he forced it into his small carry-on bag. A smile flitted across his lips, and his heart pounded in his chest as he tried not to think too much about what was to come. Jaejoong sat down on one of the terminal chairs and cradled the cup of warm coffee between his hands.
“Is someone sitting here?”
Jaejoong looked up, and when his eyes met that of the girl standing in front of him, he smiled and shook his head. The girl dropped her black bag down noisily in the seat to her left, and Jaejoong took his attention off her to focus on the announcement that was sounding from the terminal’s speakers.
“Travelling alone?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jaejoong said with a small smile as soon as the announcement had ended. He took in the sight of the girl - her obviously dyed blonde hair which was tied messily into a ponytail, her mismatched socks which peeked out from the tops of her untied sneakers, and her obviously hastily thrown on outfit. In a way, her disorganized look reminded him all too much of Yunho and his messiness.
The girl took out her iPOD and untangled the earphones as she spoke. “You don’t look like the type to travel alone.” She lifted her head and tilted it as she studied him, “Are you a chaebol or something?”
“Er…no?” Jaejoong laughed awkwardly and covered his mouth on impulse. A slight blush crept across his cheeks, and he shook his head profusely in a sad attempt to not make her be any more suspicious of him. The girl raised an eyebrow, and despite his attempt to dissuade her that he was not a chaebol, she didn’t seem to be buying it.
She crossed her legs then leaned forward curiously. “If you’re not a chaebol running away from his family, why are you going to Japan?”
“I’m meeting someone.”
The girl narrowed her eyes, “This sounds like some kind of illicit affair to me. Is she older than you - a sort of cougar? Did she go all Mrs. Robinson on you? Hey wait, no maybe she was the one that got away? Or…wait, no, was she your high school classmate who left school because she couldn’t pay tuition anymore -“
“I’m meeting...a friend.”
She wrinkled her nose, “Does a friend actually mean a boyfriend?”
“Uhm…” Jaejoong trailed off, unsure of what to say next. He’d never been that good of a liar, and he’d never been good at dealing with these kinds of situations.
The girl huffed. “Well, fine. Be gay.”
“What?”
“Do you know why I’m going to Japan?”
Jaejoong chuckled and shook his head, “No, I don’t think you’ve told me yet. You were too busy interrogating me about my totally non-existent chaebol background to talk about it.”
The girl reached for her bag, rifled through it, and found something after a couple of minutes. She unrolled a magazine and flipped through it. Jaejoong waited patiently as she looked through it, and eventually she found what she was looking for and held the magazine out to him. She pointed at a picture of a rock band with one of her bright pink lacquered nails and turned to look at Jaejoong.
“I’m going to Japan for him…well, for the rest of the band too, but…”
An amused smile crossed Jaejoong’s lips, “You like them?”
The girl gasped and stared at him in shock, “Like them? No, I love them. Their music is…” she clenched her chest tightly, “It’s just so much better than all the mainstream shit I usually hear!”
“Well -“
“They used to play around in bars and stuff here, but then they stopped! I couldn’t understand why, and then a friend of mine working at one of the bars they used to play at told me the news. They went to Japan! What happens if they get famous?”
Jaejoong wrinkled his nose, “You don’t want them to be famous?”
“…it’s a difficult subject to discuss.” The girl said with a pout, “Especially with someone like you.”
“What? What do you mean by that?”’
She scowled and gestured to his outfit, “Look at you and your stylishly assembled self. Your boyfriend’s some kind of lawyer I bet, and you probably go to fancy ballets or whatever and listen to -“ she made quotation mark gestures with her fingers, “Classy music. You wouldn’t understand.”
Jaejoong laughed, “Come on, don’t judge me like that! We’ve just met.”
The girl narrowed her eyes, but after a few seconds, she relaxed and sighed. She ran her hands through her hair in frustration before she finally spoke again, “I mean…fine, I know it’s a hipster thing to say - and yes, I consider myself a hipster, but I don’t want people to lust over Jung Yunho too! He’s my guitar god, and no one else’s!”
o-o-o
He’d be a few minutes late, but Jaejoong supposed that would be fine. As the taxi swerved through unsurprising Friday late night traffic, he checked his phone for the address that Changmin had given him. Jaejoong held the device tightly between his fingers and stared at it.
In a few minutes, he’d be seeing Yunho again, and the thought of their reunion brought a smile to his lips. The car stopped in front of the club, and Jaejoong thanked the taxi driver in his heavily accented Japanese as he paid. After everything was sorted, he uttered another thank you and easily slipped into the club thanks to his pretty face.
The club was packed, but it was easy enough to make his way through the diverse mix of the crowd. He was pretty sure he’d felt someone grab his ass once or twice, but because of his excitement to see Yunho, Jaejoong just brushed it off. He surveyed the room and selected a seat at the bar which would provide him with the best view of the small stage set up. His stomach knotted with nervousness as he waited for Yunho to get on stage, and in order to calm himself down, Jaejoong ordered two shots. The tequila brought a good buzz to his system, and when the band began to set up, he was relatively much calmer than he was before.
Jaejoong craned his neck so that he could see Yunho, and when he saw his boyfriend, a bright smile stretched across his face. Yunho had lost a bit of weight, and his hair was longer than before, but overall, he seemed the same. He watched Yunho carefully, hoping his boyfriend would stop fiddling with his guitar so that their eyes could meet. His breath caught in his throat when it seemed like Yunho was about to raise his head to look at the crowd that had gathered.
He was absolutely sure Yunho would see him. There was no way -
“Oh my God! Isn’t this a coincidence?”
The high pitched exclamation startled Jaejoong, and he nearly fell to the floor in surprise. He turned around to see who’d greeted him, and he recognized the owner of the voice the moment he caught sight of her brightly colored hair.
She held out her hand, her numerous bracelets jingling quite loudly due to the gesture, and smiled. “I don’t think I introduced myself to you earlier. I’m Hyemi.”
Jaejoong shook her hand, “Jaejoong.”
Hyemi hopped onto the bar stool next to Jaejoong’s and ordered a strawberry daiquiri for herself. She crossed her legs and leaned forward so that Jaejoong could hear her over the noise of the crowd, “I didn’t think you were into places like this!”
“I’m here…” A shy smile made its way across Jaejoong’s face before he was able to speak clearly, “I’m here for my boyfriend -“
“Oh, you’re with a friend?” Hyemi said loudly, obviously mishearing Jaejoong as she reached for her drink. She took a sip of her drink, “Whoever your friend is, I’d love to meet him or her. I need company.”
Jaejoong chuckled and nodded, not bothering to correct the young girl. “I’ll see about that -“
“I just heard the most interesting rumor by the way,” Hyemi interrupted unintentionally after she’d downed another sip of her fruity drink. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and faced him. “Do you know that guy I mentioned to you, the lead singer of -“
“Jung Yunho?”
“Yeah, him!” Hyemi picked up her drink, “Anyway, I heard his girlfriend’s here tonight…I mean, I know I told you he was going to be my future husband and all before we boarded the plane…”
Jaejoong laughed and shook his head in amusement, “Do you want me to order you another drink?”
Hyemi nodded, “Please.”
He quickly called over the bartender and ordered her another strawberry daiquiri. After he’d finished placing the order, Jaejoong was surprised to find Hyemi staring intently at him. He quirked his eyebrow questioningly, and she sighed.
“If you weren’t gay, I’d totally be hitting on you right now. You get that a lot, don’t you?”
Jaejoong chuckled, “Not really -“
The bartender set down the new drink, and Hyemi picked it up. She scowled at Jaejoong and poked his chest, “False modesty…how disgusting. With all your princely ways, I am seriously thinking that you’re a rich kid running away from home.”
“I’m not!” Jaejoong protested, “I’m no one -“
“That’s probably true,” Hyemi said with a shrug. She took a small sip of the daiquiri and smiled at Jaejoong, “After all, Jung Yunho’s in the room, and he’ll be singing tonight too. You’re practically a speck of dust in comparison to the glorious radiance that is his presence - oh my God!”
With lightning quick speed, Hyemi put down her drink onto the counter and bolted for the stage. Jaejoong watched in amusement as she weaved her way through the crowd and made her way as close to the stage as possible. He shook his head and turned his gaze away from her - only to meet Yunho’s.
The other man stared at him in confusion and shock, but those emotions quickly ebbed away and were replaced by a radiant smile. His lips stretched out into a full on grin, and Jaejoong blushed. He mouthed the word surprise, and Yunho shook his head in disbelief and amusement.
As if in a trance, Yunho took a few steps forward. His chest bumped into the microphone stand, but he grinned anyway, his eyes focused intently on Jaejoong. He took hold of the microphone and tilted it up to his lips.
“Hey baby.”
The girls in the audience screamed loudly in response, but all Jaejoong could do was smile brightly and shake his head. Without a doubt, it seemed like the same Mr. Flirtatious he’d met in a bar so many months ago was still around.
o-o-o
The minutes flew by, and as the people in the club began to make their way out with their dates, Jaejoong waited patiently in his seat. Hyemi had left after the band had finished playing, making sure to kiss Jaejoong on the cheek and give him her number before she made her way out. He ran his finger on the edge of his glass and waited for Yunho to come.
A familiar pair of arms made their way around his waist, and Jaejoong bit his lower lip to hide the smile on his face. Yunho’s cheek brushed against his as he moved to settle his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Jaejoong said softly as he leaned against Yunho. “So, surprise?”
Yunho smoothly pulled away from him, and Jaejoong turned around to face him. They both stared at each other for a few seconds, drinking in the sight of all the changes that had come with the days that’d flown by. Yunho reached out to tuck back a strand of Jaejoong’s hair then drew his hand back to trace Jaejoong’s cheekbone with his thumb.
“Do you want to go out anywhere?” Yunho asked with a delicate smile, like he couldn’t believe that Jaejoong was sitting down in front of him. “I know a place with nice coffee, and they have some artsy photography stuff that you’ll probably like -“
“Sure.”
Jaejoong stared up at Yunho innocently, and Yunho frowned. He took one good look at his boyfriend before he chuckled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He shook his head in amusement and grinned.
“You don’t really want to go out, do you?”
“…not really.”
Yunho laughed, “And here I was, trying to be a nice boyfriend…were you laughing at me mentally?”
Jaejoong grinned, “A little…”
He reached out and held Yunho’s arms to pull himself off the stool. They were standing so closely in front of one another, their lips separated by mere centimeters. Jaejoong felt a wave of happiness wash over him, and he hugged Yunho tightly.
“I’ve missed you. I want to drink instant coffee with you in your messy apartment and hear you sing something to me while I wear one of your shirts and lie down on your bed.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Jaejoong grinned and rested his chin against Yunho’s chest, “I’ve had lots of time to think about what I wanted to do.”
“Well alright then,” Yunho chuckled and ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair. “The guys told me they won’t be coming home tonight - they’ll crash at their friends’ places. We have the place for ourselves.”
“I love your band mates,” Jaejoong mumbled and his cherished Yunho’s warmth. “Let’s go.” He disentangled himself from Yunho and let the latter take him by the wrist and lead him out of the club.
o-o-o
The first thing that came to Jaejoong’s mind as soon as he saw living room was how clean it was. He turned his head to look at Yunho, and Yunho was trying to hide a smile from him.
“What?”
“This is all Changmin’s doing,” Yunho said with a laugh. He held Jaejoong’s hand and pulled him away. As they walked, he turned his head to look at Jaejoong, “You won’t be surprised when you see my room, I promise.”
“You get your own?” Jaejoong asked.
“Well, the manager crashes in my room every once in a while if ever we have some sort of gig that runs late, or a meeting with him to talk about schedules .” Yunho explained as they walked along the corridor, “But most of the time, I’m on my own.”
They stopped in front of a door, and Yunho nudged Jaejoong forward.
“I bestow upon you, the honor of opening my door.”
Jaejoong placed his hand on the door knob, and after he’d twisted it open, he shook his head disbelievingly. Notes and clothes were strewn across the floor, and he could see two or three uncapped bottles of water on a desk. He turned around and shoved Yunho lightly.
“I told you to clean up!”
“I didn’t know you were coming baby,” Yunho whispered sweetly as he wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and pressed him against the doorframe. He pressed their foreheads together, “Forgive me?”
“Why do I have a feeling that if I step into your room, I won’t be able to find my way back out?” Jaejoong chuckled as he stared into Yunho’s eyes, “I’m only here for a week you know. Is this a trap?”
Yunho smiled, “Maybe.” He pulled away from Jaejoong and ushered him inside the room. “I’ll get you some coffee? Oh, by the way…where are your things? I know we don’t exactly have -“
“I’m staying at a nearby hostel,” Jaejoong said with a smile as he lied down on Yunho’s back. “I didn’t want to intrude here, so I thought it’d be good if I stayed somewhere nearby at least.”
Yunho leaned against the doorframe, “And how did you know if you were nearby or not?”
“I talked to Changmin about my plans.”
The singer chuckled, “I guess I should thank him then.” He smiled at Jaejoong lovingly before he pushed off the doorframe, “Well, I’ll just get some coffee and then we can talk about everything and anything.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jaejoong replied as he sat up on Yunho’s bed. He watched Yunho disappear back into the corridor before he got up and walked over to look around the room. He rifled through the scattered CDs, the magazines, and the other things that were lying around before he went back to Yunho’s bed, took his shoes off, and lied down.
Jaejoong inhaled the scent of the bed and shut his eyes, and although he didn’t mean to, he fell asleep.
o-o-o
“I feel like your slave.”
Jaejoong opened his eyes groggily, and when he made out Yunho’s face, he sat up sharply. He looked at Yunho apologetically, “I’m sorry -“
Yunho chuckled and sat down beside him on the bed. “It’s okay.” He handed Jaejoong a mug of coffee and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. Jaejoong adjusted to make more room for him, and sat down cross legged on the bed. He took a sip of the coffee and smiled shyly.
“How are you?” Yunho asked as he took his jacket off and tossed it onto a chair. He took off his own shoes and shifted so that he could move closer to Jaejoong. They both shuffled so that they could fit comfortably, and eventually decided to just sit down on the bed and lean against the wall.
Jaejoong leaned his head against Yunho’s shoulder and sipped the coffee, cherishing its warmth. “I’m okay,” he snuggled closer before he continued, “The job’s been going pretty well, and I’m happy with how things are. What about you?”
“We’ve been performing at a couple of clubs to get our name out there, and we’ve been working on our debut album too,” Yunho murmured as he reached out to take the mug of coffee out of Jaejoong’s hands. He set it down on the bedside table, and Jaejoong inched even closer to Yunho.
He shut his eyes and breathed in, content to simply bask in Yunho’s natural aura. It’d been hard at first to deal with Yunho’s absence, but he’d felt the distance had been good for them. As the days had flown by, he’d taken the small steps necessary in order to be less reliant on Yunho. He didn’t stop confiding in his lover, but he’d tried to stop looking to Yunho to be his answer to everything.
But in moments like these, it didn’t hurt to just relax into Yunho. Their closeness wasn’t enough, so Jaejoong opened his eyes and shifted so that he could crawl onto Yunho’s lap. Strong arms pulled him closer, and Yunho’s hands settled on his slim waist. As soon as they were both adjusted, he cupped Yunho’s face and pressed their foreheads together.
Only the sounds of their breathing filled the room, and Jaejoong smiled against Yunho’s lips. “I missed you.” His breath ghosted against Yunho’s face as he spoke, and after they shared another smile, he leaned closer and pressed his lips against Yunho’s.
Their movement against each other was natural, and their touches lasted a little longer than necessary as they once again reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies. Jaejoong pressed his mouth against Yunho’s desperately, wanting to reacquaint himself with as much of Yunho as possible. Their lips slid against each other messily, and Jaejoong could hardly breathe as they deepened their kisses.
The feeling of Yunho’s hips bucking upwards and the hardness that pressed through the confinements of their jeans made a shiver run up his spine in desire. Jaejoong pulled his mouth away from Yunho’s and left feathery kisses on his jaw before moving to a particular spot on Yunho’s neck. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive piece of skin, and Yunho’s moans were enough of a sign for him to know that he was doing a good job.
After a couple of tantalizing minutes spent torturing Yunho and leaving countless hickeys on his neck, Jaejoong felt Yunho push at him slightly. He backed off, and Yunho moved away from the wall he’d been leaning on, and Jaejoong made quick work to pull off his shirt before he lied down. Yunho fumbled with his belt impatiently, and Jaejoong had to get off him to pull down his pants and boxers on his own.
“Such an impatient boy,” Jaejoong whispered as he made a show of the gesture, sliding the fabric down his hips slowly and with exaggerated movement. He grinned when he saw Yunho watching him, but he frowned when the latter knocked his head back against the bed and groaned.
“You don’t…”
Jaejoong blinked, “What?”
“Nothing -“ Yunho muttered, his face a surprising shade of red.
Jaejoong took his shirt off and clambered back on top of Yunho. His hands rested at Yunho’s belt, and he toyed with it for a few seconds before he looked up at Yunho. He rocked his hips slowly against the hardness underneath him, and Yunho’s eyes instantly flew to him.
“Have you been lonely?” Jaejoong purred, a wicked smile on his face. His hands made slow work of Yunho’s belt as he spoke, his voice low and seductive. “Are you going to show me how much you missed me -“
“Did you steal that line from a porno?”
Jaejoong slapped Yunho’s chest, “Hey! I do not -“
Yunho grinned and pulled Jaejoong closer. In one swift and dizzying movement, he turned them around and pinned Jaejoong against the bed. Just as Jaejoong was about to reacquaint himself with his surroundings, Yunho grasped his half hard erection and began to coax it into full hardness. He left barely there kisses on Jaejoong’s cheekbone and whispered into his ear.
“I missed you.”
Jaejoong could barely stammer out his reply, “I know,” he choked out as Yunho continued to grasp his cock with his guitar string callused fingers. As Yunho continued to touch him, his hand grasping, teasing and stroking, the only thing Jaejoong could do was moan in response. Despite their time apart from one another, it seemed like his boyfriend hadn’t forgotten a single thing about him and his body.
“Yunho, I -“
A soft kiss was pressed against his forehead, and Yunho murmured a reply against the delicate skin of his neck. “It’s okay baby,” he said encouragingly as he increased the speed of his strokes, well aware of the mounting pressure in Jaejoong’s gut, “Come for me.”
Jaejoong came a few seconds later, and his lips formed a small pout as Yunho nibbled at the skin of his neck. It didn’t take him long in order for him to catch his breath, and as soon as he shook away the post-orgasmic high he was feeling, Jaejoong tugged at Yunho’s pants.
“You’re still dressed,” he muttered as he tried to push Yunho’s pants down. His cheeks were flushed as he helped Yunho out of his jeans and boxers, but when he reached for Yunho’s erection, his hands were pulled away. He looked up, and Yunho shook his head.
“Not now,” Yunho murmured as he took hold of Jaejoong’s hands and moved them away. “Can we just…”
“But…” Jaejoong put on a pout, one he knew Yunho would be unable to resist, “I haven’t tasted you -“
Yunho groaned, “You really have been watching porn, haven’t you?” he shook his head and tried to pull Jaejoong back up, but the latter was determined to get what he wanted. He moved down, and once he was between Yunho’s legs, Jaejoong kissed Yunho’s thigh and helped him spread them open further. Jaejoong smiled mischievously at Yunho and gave his hardened cock a kittenish lick.
“You know you like this mouth.” Jaejoong murmured, his face heating up in embarrassment, before he moved his head back down to take the tip of Yunho’s cock into his mouth. He familiarized himself with the taste once again, and after he’d decided that he’d teased Yunho enough, he hollowed his mouth to take more of the other’s cock and began to slowly bob his head up and down.
Yunho’s long fingers grasped his hair, and Jaejoong felt even more excited when he began to hear Yunho’s moans. He kept his hands down to make sure Yunho didn’t begin bucking into his mouth and sucked hard, determined to make Yunho enjoy as much as possible. He raised his head up and down, his tongue running over the entirety of Yunho’s hardened cock. Just as he ran his tongue up to the tip, he flicked his eyes upward and caught Yunho’s gaze.
“Fuck,” Yunho growled, his words barely above a whisper. He grasped Jaejoong’s hair with desperate fingers, “Just -“
“Let me finish,” Jaejoong murmured as he placed his mouth back over Yunho’s cock to finish the task at hand. He knew Yunho was close, and all it would take was a bit more to push him over the edge. He buried his face into the skin and took everything into his mouth. The loud groan that came from Yunho’s mouth spurred him on, and Jaejoong sucked harder, determined to drive him over the edge.
Yunho came with a loud moan, and Jaejoong attempted to swallow every drop despite the rather unsavory taste. As soon as he was content, he drew his mouth away and looked at his boyfriend, who was panting heavily. Jaejoong crawled back over the other man and nuzzled him, his erection poking against Yunho’s thigh, like a reminder of what was still left to be done.
A hand squeezed at his behind, and Jaejoong buried his face into Yunho’s neck. He licked at one of the hickeys he’d left behind and slowly began to roll his hips persistently against Yunho’s thigh.
“What do you want baby?” Yunho drawled tiredly as he licked at a trace of cum near Jaejoong’s lips. He turned Jaejoong onto his back and toyed with a hardened nipple as his lust filled eyes remained focused on Jaejoong.
“You,” Jaejoong mumbled shyly, suddenly an ingénue once more.
Yunho grinned and kissed Jaejoong languidly and passionately, tasting himself on his boyfriend’s tongue. He squeezed Jaejoong’s waist, and Jaejoong returned the action by having his fingertips brush over Yunho’s renewed arousal. Yunho hissed and nipped at Jaejoong’s neck before he began to move away.
Jaejoong watched as Yunho got off the bed to take out a bottle of lube and a condom packet from his drawer. When Yunho faced him, Jaejoong’s lips quirked into a playful smirk, and he sat up.
“Seems like you were prepared for me?” he whispered as Yunho dumped the items onto the bed and clambered back over him. He laughed breathlessly as Yunho held him closely, but his laugh tapered off into a moan as soon as he felt Yunho’s hard cock rub against his.
One of Yunho’s hands tweaked one of his nipples, and Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his boyfriend tightly, his nails sinking into tanned skin. “Fuck.”
“You told me you were going to try to visit,” Yunho whispered as his mapped Jaejoong’s body and continued to rut against Jaejoong slowly. “Don’t tell me that you haven’t missed this too.”
Jaejoong blushed.
“Your hands can’t make up for this,” Yunho said slowly as he moved away to coat his fingers with the lube. He pressed a finger against Jaejoong’s entrance, and his eyes met Jaejoong’s in the darkness. “Right?”
Before Jaejoong could reply, Yunho pushed one finger in slowly. Jaejoong groaned, the intrusion uncomfortable - it’d been so long after all. He squirmed underneath Yunho, but after a short while, he felt his body slowly begin to adjust. He smiled at Yunho as a sign for him to continue, and soon a second then a third finger followed.
He could feel himself coming undone as Yunho began to stretch him out. His moans were echoing in his ears, and he was so close to coming. Jaejoong didn’t want to come before Yunho entered him, so he drew his legs shut slightly.
“Yunho…” he whispered, his voice shaky. “I want you.”
Jaejoong watched as Yunho coated his erection with the lube and spread his legs open wider. His breath caught in his throat as Yunho aligned his cock at his entrance, and as soon as he pushed in, Jaejoong groaned loudly. He couldn’t imagine what Yunho was feeling, but even he hadn’t thought he would be so tight.
Yunho let out a hiss and continued to press forward, his eyes focused on Jaejoong’s face in order to make sure the other wasn’t hurting. Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Yunho and held him tightly, mumbling incoherent words of encouragement as Yunho only sank in deeper. There was a slight burn as Yunho stretched him open, and as soon as Yunho was buried in completely, they both paused for a while.
“I’m going to move now,” Yunho whispered, kissing Jaejoong’s temple caringly before he began to pull out. Jaejoong’s nails buried into Yunho’s tanned skin, and the moment he slammed back into his tightness, Jaejoong let out a loud moan.
Yunho began to quicken the pace of his thrusts, and Jaejoong could feel himself wildly coming undone underneath him. Each thrust knocked the breath out of him, and he mewled loudly each time Yunho pounded into him. The slick noises of Yunho thrusting into him, skin slapping against skin, and their moans filled the room.
Jaejoong could feel the familiar feeling of pressure build up once again, and after Yunho had delivered another amazing thrust into him, he came wildly and uncontrollably. He called Yunho’s name out loudly, and the sight of Jaejoong’s pleasure only spurred Yunho on further. It took a few more thrusts before Yunho came, and when he did, Jaejoong moaned loudly, the overstimulation too much for his sensitive body.
“Baby,” Yunho whispered as he moved, “That was really…”
“Amazing,” Jaejoong mumbled as he held Yunho closely. He could practically feel Yunho’s heart beating against his, and their closeness was something that brought them together in more than just a physical manner. At that moment, Jaejoong refused to let go of Yunho. He basked in their togetherness, and from the way Yunho was clinging to him too, he knew the other felt the same.
They were naked, sweaty, stained, and tired - but everything was perfect because it was them, and no one else.
o-o-o
Jaejoong woke up with a jolt.
He didn’t know what caused him to wake up so abruptly, but he was awake now. As he shifted, a slight pain ran up his back. Jaejoong winced - it had been awhile since the last time they’d had sex, so he couldn’t say he was too surprised to feel the pain. Yunho was snoring softly beside him, and Jaejoong’s eyes trailed down his boyfriend’s naked frame.
Careful not to wake up Yunho, Jaejoong smoothly disentangled himself from Yunho’s embrace and picked up his clothes before he went to the bathroom. He washed up, put on his clothes, and when he was finished, he looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked thoroughly fucked.
Jaejoong blushed then patted down his cheeks. After making sure he looked presentable, he went back to Yunho’s room. Yunho’s arm was stretched out, almost as if Yunho was looking for his presence on the bed. Jaejoong smiled at the sweetness of the gesture before he turned around to leave.
Jaejoong made his way for the door and left the apartment.
It was time to get breakfast.
o-o-o
After he’d finished fixing himself up at his hostel and picking up breakfast and some hot instant coffee at a nearby bakery, Jaejoong made his way back to the apartment and knocked. He fidgeted with the bag of baked goods and cups of coffee and rang the doorbell twice because he was impatient and it was cold out in the hallway.
The door swung open so abruptly that Jaejoong had to jump back in order to avoid getting hit in the face. Yunho’s hair was mussed adorably, his boxers were slung low on his hips, and it was quite obvious that he’d jumped out of bed and put on the nearest article of clothing in order to answer the door. Jaejoong forgave the other instantly and gave him a peck on the lips before he slipped past him to get inside. He heard Yunho follow behind him, and as soon as he’d set down everything onto the counter, he turned around.
“What’s wrong?”
Yunho shook his head and walked up to Jaejoong. He placed his hands on either side of Jaejoong’s hips and sighed deeply. His eyes lowered to the floor, and Jaejoong ran his hand through Yunho’s hair in worry.
“Yunho?”
The taller looked up, and his lips formed a wry smile. “This was how it was supposed to be, months ago.”
Jaejoong looked at Yunho in confusion, “What?”
Yunho raised his left hand and used it to cup Jaejoong’s cheek. His thumb ran along the faint outline of Jaejoong’s cheekbone, and when he exhaled, the warmth of his breath tickled the other’s skin.
“The morning you left…after the night we first met,” Yunho recalled slowly, his eyes focused intently on Jaejoong’s. “When I woke up, only to find out I was alone, a part of me had hoped you would come back.”
Jaejoong felt his guilt rise immediately, “I’m sorry -“
Yunho shook his head and brought his face close to Jaejoong’s, his nose brushing against Jaejoong’s lightly. “No, it’s okay. If you hadn’t left, who knows where we’d be right now? We might not have even stuck together as long as we did.” His other hand settled at Jaejoong’s waist, and he began to trace absentminded circles on the patch of skin that was revealed from where Jaejoong’s shirt had ridden up.
“Sometimes, when you look at me…” Yunho trailed off, and he smiled faintly. “I don’t know…everything feels right even though we rushed every step of the way and made so many mistakes.”
Jaejoong buried his face into Yunho’s neck and wrapped his arms around him tightly. He couldn’t think of anything to say, and his heart was bursting with emotion. His fingers dug into Yunho’s back, and he was pressed so closely against Yunho that he could feel the vibrations of the other when he began to chuckle.
Nothing could describe how much happiness he was feeling inside.
“I’m sorry I made you emotional so early in the morning,” Yunho murmured against Jaejoong’s hair and pulled away. “Come on, let’s eat.” He took the bag and coffee off the counter to set it onto the table.
Jaejoong sat down next to Yunho and fiddled with his cup of coffee. He watched silently as Yunho began to pull out the muffins and bread, setting them out in a surprisingly neat row. Yunho eyed everything before he turned to look at Jaejoong, “Are you really that hungry? Did you buy out the whole store?”
Jaejoong smiled, “I figured you might be hungry too…considering everything we did last night.” He reached out and took hold of a banana muffin so that he could feed Yunho a pinch of it.
After Yunho had finished chewing, he smiled. “I should get plates, shouldn’t I?”
“Changmin might kill you if we make a mess on the table,” Jaejoong replied before he broke off another bit of the muffin and put it into his mouth. He smiled at Yunho and watched him leave the table to grab some plates. After he’d finished chewing, Jaejoong toyed with the muffin for a few seconds as he mulled over everything that he was feeling.
For so long, he’d always thought of happiness and contentment as distant feelings that he’d only get to truly experience someday. But considering everything that had occurred in the past few weeks and what was happening now, Jaejoong realized that he was already where he wanted to be. There was no more need to wait for that perfect moment, for that one day where everything would fall in to place, because everything was already perfect as it was.
Despite the struggles, the tears, and the distance, there was still so much joy that filled him each day and there was also so much to look forward to. Jaejoong smiled to himself, and as Yunho returned to his seat and leaned forward to kiss him. As his eyes slipped shut, and as he cherished the sugary taste of his boyfriend’s lips, Jaejoong had never felt such joy.
There was no more point in waiting for that idealistic, perfect someday - he was happy now.
Fin ♥
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Author’s Note: And so, another one of my chaptered stories comes to an end. : ) To Mika, one of my first friends ever on LJ, I hoped this was a wonderful birthday present to you. Thank you so much for your friendship, and I love you! And to everyone who has so diligently commented and so patiently waited, thank you so much! *\O/* I hope this story has ended well, and thank you so much everyone for all the love and support. I can only hope that this story can be thought of as a gift to everyone. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! ♥
Beta: ohmahgodsun
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama
Summary: They were two souls meant to teach each other about how to love, and most importantly, how to live.
Birthday story for freakybiatch ♥
“Are you going to be okay?”
Jaejoong looked up from his suitcase and wrinkled his nose, “Of course I’ll be okay.” He answered calmly before he turned back to his luggage and tried to fit in a couple more pairs of jeans. From the short distance between them, he could hear Junsu fidgeting by the doorway. Jaejoong gave up on packing, sighed, and turned his head.
“I told you, I’ll be okay.”
Junsu crossed his arms across his chest and studied his best friend. A few seconds passed in silence and just as Junsu opened his mouth to speak, Jaejoong cut him off.
“No, you can’t come with me,” Jaejoong said with a laugh, well aware of what Junsu was about to say. He shook his head in amusement and pulled out the pair of jeans that couldn’t fit into his bag before he tossed them onto his bed. In a swift movement, he quickly stood up and walked over to where Junsu was.
“You’re not my mother.”
The shorter man scowled, “I’m just -“
“Worried for me?” Jaejoong questioned, his smile growing wider. He turned his head to the side and set his hands onto Junsu’s shoulders. He gripped Junsu’s shoulders tightly and tried to put his friend at ease, “You’re acting like Yunho.”
“No, I’m -“ Junsu shut his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, “Okay, fine, maybe I am coddling you like Yunho used to, but…”
“I’m going to be fine. Trust me.”
It took a few minutes, but Junsu eventually sighed and gave in. He raised a hand to his head and massaged his temples in frustration before moving it it away so that he could look at Jaejoong properly.
“I trust you -“
Before Junsu could get the rest of the words out of his mouth, Jaejoong had already pulled him into a crushing hug.
o-o-o
Jaejoong stared at the photos in the magazine proudly. He’d spent the last months working his way up at a rather small magazine, but nonetheless, it was nice to see his efforts had finally paid off. From the initial days spent doing countless errands not related to photography, he was finally on the path to what he felt was most right for him. The spread was rather short - just five photos of five different models dressed in clothes appropriate for the winter season. It was hardly anything groundbreaking, but he was more than happy with it.
Success didn’t come in a day after all.
He took the magazine off the stand and paid for it along with his cup of coffee before he forced it into his small carry-on bag. A smile flitted across his lips, and his heart pounded in his chest as he tried not to think too much about what was to come. Jaejoong sat down on one of the terminal chairs and cradled the cup of warm coffee between his hands.
“Is someone sitting here?”
Jaejoong looked up, and when his eyes met that of the girl standing in front of him, he smiled and shook his head. The girl dropped her black bag down noisily in the seat to her left, and Jaejoong took his attention off her to focus on the announcement that was sounding from the terminal’s speakers.
“Travelling alone?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jaejoong said with a small smile as soon as the announcement had ended. He took in the sight of the girl - her obviously dyed blonde hair which was tied messily into a ponytail, her mismatched socks which peeked out from the tops of her untied sneakers, and her obviously hastily thrown on outfit. In a way, her disorganized look reminded him all too much of Yunho and his messiness.
The girl took out her iPOD and untangled the earphones as she spoke. “You don’t look like the type to travel alone.” She lifted her head and tilted it as she studied him, “Are you a chaebol or something?”
“Er…no?” Jaejoong laughed awkwardly and covered his mouth on impulse. A slight blush crept across his cheeks, and he shook his head profusely in a sad attempt to not make her be any more suspicious of him. The girl raised an eyebrow, and despite his attempt to dissuade her that he was not a chaebol, she didn’t seem to be buying it.
She crossed her legs then leaned forward curiously. “If you’re not a chaebol running away from his family, why are you going to Japan?”
“I’m meeting someone.”
The girl narrowed her eyes, “This sounds like some kind of illicit affair to me. Is she older than you - a sort of cougar? Did she go all Mrs. Robinson on you? Hey wait, no maybe she was the one that got away? Or…wait, no, was she your high school classmate who left school because she couldn’t pay tuition anymore -“
“I’m meeting...a friend.”
She wrinkled her nose, “Does a friend actually mean a boyfriend?”
“Uhm…” Jaejoong trailed off, unsure of what to say next. He’d never been that good of a liar, and he’d never been good at dealing with these kinds of situations.
The girl huffed. “Well, fine. Be gay.”
“What?”
“Do you know why I’m going to Japan?”
Jaejoong chuckled and shook his head, “No, I don’t think you’ve told me yet. You were too busy interrogating me about my totally non-existent chaebol background to talk about it.”
The girl reached for her bag, rifled through it, and found something after a couple of minutes. She unrolled a magazine and flipped through it. Jaejoong waited patiently as she looked through it, and eventually she found what she was looking for and held the magazine out to him. She pointed at a picture of a rock band with one of her bright pink lacquered nails and turned to look at Jaejoong.
“I’m going to Japan for him…well, for the rest of the band too, but…”
An amused smile crossed Jaejoong’s lips, “You like them?”
The girl gasped and stared at him in shock, “Like them? No, I love them. Their music is…” she clenched her chest tightly, “It’s just so much better than all the mainstream shit I usually hear!”
“Well -“
“They used to play around in bars and stuff here, but then they stopped! I couldn’t understand why, and then a friend of mine working at one of the bars they used to play at told me the news. They went to Japan! What happens if they get famous?”
Jaejoong wrinkled his nose, “You don’t want them to be famous?”
“…it’s a difficult subject to discuss.” The girl said with a pout, “Especially with someone like you.”
“What? What do you mean by that?”’
She scowled and gestured to his outfit, “Look at you and your stylishly assembled self. Your boyfriend’s some kind of lawyer I bet, and you probably go to fancy ballets or whatever and listen to -“ she made quotation mark gestures with her fingers, “Classy music. You wouldn’t understand.”
Jaejoong laughed, “Come on, don’t judge me like that! We’ve just met.”
The girl narrowed her eyes, but after a few seconds, she relaxed and sighed. She ran her hands through her hair in frustration before she finally spoke again, “I mean…fine, I know it’s a hipster thing to say - and yes, I consider myself a hipster, but I don’t want people to lust over Jung Yunho too! He’s my guitar god, and no one else’s!”
o-o-o
He’d be a few minutes late, but Jaejoong supposed that would be fine. As the taxi swerved through unsurprising Friday late night traffic, he checked his phone for the address that Changmin had given him. Jaejoong held the device tightly between his fingers and stared at it.
In a few minutes, he’d be seeing Yunho again, and the thought of their reunion brought a smile to his lips. The car stopped in front of the club, and Jaejoong thanked the taxi driver in his heavily accented Japanese as he paid. After everything was sorted, he uttered another thank you and easily slipped into the club thanks to his pretty face.
The club was packed, but it was easy enough to make his way through the diverse mix of the crowd. He was pretty sure he’d felt someone grab his ass once or twice, but because of his excitement to see Yunho, Jaejoong just brushed it off. He surveyed the room and selected a seat at the bar which would provide him with the best view of the small stage set up. His stomach knotted with nervousness as he waited for Yunho to get on stage, and in order to calm himself down, Jaejoong ordered two shots. The tequila brought a good buzz to his system, and when the band began to set up, he was relatively much calmer than he was before.
Jaejoong craned his neck so that he could see Yunho, and when he saw his boyfriend, a bright smile stretched across his face. Yunho had lost a bit of weight, and his hair was longer than before, but overall, he seemed the same. He watched Yunho carefully, hoping his boyfriend would stop fiddling with his guitar so that their eyes could meet. His breath caught in his throat when it seemed like Yunho was about to raise his head to look at the crowd that had gathered.
He was absolutely sure Yunho would see him. There was no way -
“Oh my God! Isn’t this a coincidence?”
The high pitched exclamation startled Jaejoong, and he nearly fell to the floor in surprise. He turned around to see who’d greeted him, and he recognized the owner of the voice the moment he caught sight of her brightly colored hair.
She held out her hand, her numerous bracelets jingling quite loudly due to the gesture, and smiled. “I don’t think I introduced myself to you earlier. I’m Hyemi.”
Jaejoong shook her hand, “Jaejoong.”
Hyemi hopped onto the bar stool next to Jaejoong’s and ordered a strawberry daiquiri for herself. She crossed her legs and leaned forward so that Jaejoong could hear her over the noise of the crowd, “I didn’t think you were into places like this!”
“I’m here…” A shy smile made its way across Jaejoong’s face before he was able to speak clearly, “I’m here for my boyfriend -“
“Oh, you’re with a friend?” Hyemi said loudly, obviously mishearing Jaejoong as she reached for her drink. She took a sip of her drink, “Whoever your friend is, I’d love to meet him or her. I need company.”
Jaejoong chuckled and nodded, not bothering to correct the young girl. “I’ll see about that -“
“I just heard the most interesting rumor by the way,” Hyemi interrupted unintentionally after she’d downed another sip of her fruity drink. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and faced him. “Do you know that guy I mentioned to you, the lead singer of -“
“Jung Yunho?”
“Yeah, him!” Hyemi picked up her drink, “Anyway, I heard his girlfriend’s here tonight…I mean, I know I told you he was going to be my future husband and all before we boarded the plane…”
Jaejoong laughed and shook his head in amusement, “Do you want me to order you another drink?”
Hyemi nodded, “Please.”
He quickly called over the bartender and ordered her another strawberry daiquiri. After he’d finished placing the order, Jaejoong was surprised to find Hyemi staring intently at him. He quirked his eyebrow questioningly, and she sighed.
“If you weren’t gay, I’d totally be hitting on you right now. You get that a lot, don’t you?”
Jaejoong chuckled, “Not really -“
The bartender set down the new drink, and Hyemi picked it up. She scowled at Jaejoong and poked his chest, “False modesty…how disgusting. With all your princely ways, I am seriously thinking that you’re a rich kid running away from home.”
“I’m not!” Jaejoong protested, “I’m no one -“
“That’s probably true,” Hyemi said with a shrug. She took a small sip of the daiquiri and smiled at Jaejoong, “After all, Jung Yunho’s in the room, and he’ll be singing tonight too. You’re practically a speck of dust in comparison to the glorious radiance that is his presence - oh my God!”
With lightning quick speed, Hyemi put down her drink onto the counter and bolted for the stage. Jaejoong watched in amusement as she weaved her way through the crowd and made her way as close to the stage as possible. He shook his head and turned his gaze away from her - only to meet Yunho’s.
The other man stared at him in confusion and shock, but those emotions quickly ebbed away and were replaced by a radiant smile. His lips stretched out into a full on grin, and Jaejoong blushed. He mouthed the word surprise, and Yunho shook his head in disbelief and amusement.
As if in a trance, Yunho took a few steps forward. His chest bumped into the microphone stand, but he grinned anyway, his eyes focused intently on Jaejoong. He took hold of the microphone and tilted it up to his lips.
“Hey baby.”
The girls in the audience screamed loudly in response, but all Jaejoong could do was smile brightly and shake his head. Without a doubt, it seemed like the same Mr. Flirtatious he’d met in a bar so many months ago was still around.
o-o-o
The minutes flew by, and as the people in the club began to make their way out with their dates, Jaejoong waited patiently in his seat. Hyemi had left after the band had finished playing, making sure to kiss Jaejoong on the cheek and give him her number before she made her way out. He ran his finger on the edge of his glass and waited for Yunho to come.
A familiar pair of arms made their way around his waist, and Jaejoong bit his lower lip to hide the smile on his face. Yunho’s cheek brushed against his as he moved to settle his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Jaejoong said softly as he leaned against Yunho. “So, surprise?”
Yunho smoothly pulled away from him, and Jaejoong turned around to face him. They both stared at each other for a few seconds, drinking in the sight of all the changes that had come with the days that’d flown by. Yunho reached out to tuck back a strand of Jaejoong’s hair then drew his hand back to trace Jaejoong’s cheekbone with his thumb.
“Do you want to go out anywhere?” Yunho asked with a delicate smile, like he couldn’t believe that Jaejoong was sitting down in front of him. “I know a place with nice coffee, and they have some artsy photography stuff that you’ll probably like -“
“Sure.”
Jaejoong stared up at Yunho innocently, and Yunho frowned. He took one good look at his boyfriend before he chuckled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He shook his head in amusement and grinned.
“You don’t really want to go out, do you?”
“…not really.”
Yunho laughed, “And here I was, trying to be a nice boyfriend…were you laughing at me mentally?”
Jaejoong grinned, “A little…”
He reached out and held Yunho’s arms to pull himself off the stool. They were standing so closely in front of one another, their lips separated by mere centimeters. Jaejoong felt a wave of happiness wash over him, and he hugged Yunho tightly.
“I’ve missed you. I want to drink instant coffee with you in your messy apartment and hear you sing something to me while I wear one of your shirts and lie down on your bed.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Jaejoong grinned and rested his chin against Yunho’s chest, “I’ve had lots of time to think about what I wanted to do.”
“Well alright then,” Yunho chuckled and ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair. “The guys told me they won’t be coming home tonight - they’ll crash at their friends’ places. We have the place for ourselves.”
“I love your band mates,” Jaejoong mumbled and his cherished Yunho’s warmth. “Let’s go.” He disentangled himself from Yunho and let the latter take him by the wrist and lead him out of the club.
o-o-o
The first thing that came to Jaejoong’s mind as soon as he saw living room was how clean it was. He turned his head to look at Yunho, and Yunho was trying to hide a smile from him.
“What?”
“This is all Changmin’s doing,” Yunho said with a laugh. He held Jaejoong’s hand and pulled him away. As they walked, he turned his head to look at Jaejoong, “You won’t be surprised when you see my room, I promise.”
“You get your own?” Jaejoong asked.
“Well, the manager crashes in my room every once in a while if ever we have some sort of gig that runs late, or a meeting with him to talk about schedules .” Yunho explained as they walked along the corridor, “But most of the time, I’m on my own.”
They stopped in front of a door, and Yunho nudged Jaejoong forward.
“I bestow upon you, the honor of opening my door.”
Jaejoong placed his hand on the door knob, and after he’d twisted it open, he shook his head disbelievingly. Notes and clothes were strewn across the floor, and he could see two or three uncapped bottles of water on a desk. He turned around and shoved Yunho lightly.
“I told you to clean up!”
“I didn’t know you were coming baby,” Yunho whispered sweetly as he wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and pressed him against the doorframe. He pressed their foreheads together, “Forgive me?”
“Why do I have a feeling that if I step into your room, I won’t be able to find my way back out?” Jaejoong chuckled as he stared into Yunho’s eyes, “I’m only here for a week you know. Is this a trap?”
Yunho smiled, “Maybe.” He pulled away from Jaejoong and ushered him inside the room. “I’ll get you some coffee? Oh, by the way…where are your things? I know we don’t exactly have -“
“I’m staying at a nearby hostel,” Jaejoong said with a smile as he lied down on Yunho’s back. “I didn’t want to intrude here, so I thought it’d be good if I stayed somewhere nearby at least.”
Yunho leaned against the doorframe, “And how did you know if you were nearby or not?”
“I talked to Changmin about my plans.”
The singer chuckled, “I guess I should thank him then.” He smiled at Jaejoong lovingly before he pushed off the doorframe, “Well, I’ll just get some coffee and then we can talk about everything and anything.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jaejoong replied as he sat up on Yunho’s bed. He watched Yunho disappear back into the corridor before he got up and walked over to look around the room. He rifled through the scattered CDs, the magazines, and the other things that were lying around before he went back to Yunho’s bed, took his shoes off, and lied down.
Jaejoong inhaled the scent of the bed and shut his eyes, and although he didn’t mean to, he fell asleep.
o-o-o
“I feel like your slave.”
Jaejoong opened his eyes groggily, and when he made out Yunho’s face, he sat up sharply. He looked at Yunho apologetically, “I’m sorry -“
Yunho chuckled and sat down beside him on the bed. “It’s okay.” He handed Jaejoong a mug of coffee and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. Jaejoong adjusted to make more room for him, and sat down cross legged on the bed. He took a sip of the coffee and smiled shyly.
“How are you?” Yunho asked as he took his jacket off and tossed it onto a chair. He took off his own shoes and shifted so that he could move closer to Jaejoong. They both shuffled so that they could fit comfortably, and eventually decided to just sit down on the bed and lean against the wall.
Jaejoong leaned his head against Yunho’s shoulder and sipped the coffee, cherishing its warmth. “I’m okay,” he snuggled closer before he continued, “The job’s been going pretty well, and I’m happy with how things are. What about you?”
“We’ve been performing at a couple of clubs to get our name out there, and we’ve been working on our debut album too,” Yunho murmured as he reached out to take the mug of coffee out of Jaejoong’s hands. He set it down on the bedside table, and Jaejoong inched even closer to Yunho.
He shut his eyes and breathed in, content to simply bask in Yunho’s natural aura. It’d been hard at first to deal with Yunho’s absence, but he’d felt the distance had been good for them. As the days had flown by, he’d taken the small steps necessary in order to be less reliant on Yunho. He didn’t stop confiding in his lover, but he’d tried to stop looking to Yunho to be his answer to everything.
But in moments like these, it didn’t hurt to just relax into Yunho. Their closeness wasn’t enough, so Jaejoong opened his eyes and shifted so that he could crawl onto Yunho’s lap. Strong arms pulled him closer, and Yunho’s hands settled on his slim waist. As soon as they were both adjusted, he cupped Yunho’s face and pressed their foreheads together.
Only the sounds of their breathing filled the room, and Jaejoong smiled against Yunho’s lips. “I missed you.” His breath ghosted against Yunho’s face as he spoke, and after they shared another smile, he leaned closer and pressed his lips against Yunho’s.
Their movement against each other was natural, and their touches lasted a little longer than necessary as they once again reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies. Jaejoong pressed his mouth against Yunho’s desperately, wanting to reacquaint himself with as much of Yunho as possible. Their lips slid against each other messily, and Jaejoong could hardly breathe as they deepened their kisses.
The feeling of Yunho’s hips bucking upwards and the hardness that pressed through the confinements of their jeans made a shiver run up his spine in desire. Jaejoong pulled his mouth away from Yunho’s and left feathery kisses on his jaw before moving to a particular spot on Yunho’s neck. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive piece of skin, and Yunho’s moans were enough of a sign for him to know that he was doing a good job.
After a couple of tantalizing minutes spent torturing Yunho and leaving countless hickeys on his neck, Jaejoong felt Yunho push at him slightly. He backed off, and Yunho moved away from the wall he’d been leaning on, and Jaejoong made quick work to pull off his shirt before he lied down. Yunho fumbled with his belt impatiently, and Jaejoong had to get off him to pull down his pants and boxers on his own.
“Such an impatient boy,” Jaejoong whispered as he made a show of the gesture, sliding the fabric down his hips slowly and with exaggerated movement. He grinned when he saw Yunho watching him, but he frowned when the latter knocked his head back against the bed and groaned.
“You don’t…”
Jaejoong blinked, “What?”
“Nothing -“ Yunho muttered, his face a surprising shade of red.
Jaejoong took his shirt off and clambered back on top of Yunho. His hands rested at Yunho’s belt, and he toyed with it for a few seconds before he looked up at Yunho. He rocked his hips slowly against the hardness underneath him, and Yunho’s eyes instantly flew to him.
“Have you been lonely?” Jaejoong purred, a wicked smile on his face. His hands made slow work of Yunho’s belt as he spoke, his voice low and seductive. “Are you going to show me how much you missed me -“
“Did you steal that line from a porno?”
Jaejoong slapped Yunho’s chest, “Hey! I do not -“
Yunho grinned and pulled Jaejoong closer. In one swift and dizzying movement, he turned them around and pinned Jaejoong against the bed. Just as Jaejoong was about to reacquaint himself with his surroundings, Yunho grasped his half hard erection and began to coax it into full hardness. He left barely there kisses on Jaejoong’s cheekbone and whispered into his ear.
“I missed you.”
Jaejoong could barely stammer out his reply, “I know,” he choked out as Yunho continued to grasp his cock with his guitar string callused fingers. As Yunho continued to touch him, his hand grasping, teasing and stroking, the only thing Jaejoong could do was moan in response. Despite their time apart from one another, it seemed like his boyfriend hadn’t forgotten a single thing about him and his body.
“Yunho, I -“
A soft kiss was pressed against his forehead, and Yunho murmured a reply against the delicate skin of his neck. “It’s okay baby,” he said encouragingly as he increased the speed of his strokes, well aware of the mounting pressure in Jaejoong’s gut, “Come for me.”
Jaejoong came a few seconds later, and his lips formed a small pout as Yunho nibbled at the skin of his neck. It didn’t take him long in order for him to catch his breath, and as soon as he shook away the post-orgasmic high he was feeling, Jaejoong tugged at Yunho’s pants.
“You’re still dressed,” he muttered as he tried to push Yunho’s pants down. His cheeks were flushed as he helped Yunho out of his jeans and boxers, but when he reached for Yunho’s erection, his hands were pulled away. He looked up, and Yunho shook his head.
“Not now,” Yunho murmured as he took hold of Jaejoong’s hands and moved them away. “Can we just…”
“But…” Jaejoong put on a pout, one he knew Yunho would be unable to resist, “I haven’t tasted you -“
Yunho groaned, “You really have been watching porn, haven’t you?” he shook his head and tried to pull Jaejoong back up, but the latter was determined to get what he wanted. He moved down, and once he was between Yunho’s legs, Jaejoong kissed Yunho’s thigh and helped him spread them open further. Jaejoong smiled mischievously at Yunho and gave his hardened cock a kittenish lick.
“You know you like this mouth.” Jaejoong murmured, his face heating up in embarrassment, before he moved his head back down to take the tip of Yunho’s cock into his mouth. He familiarized himself with the taste once again, and after he’d decided that he’d teased Yunho enough, he hollowed his mouth to take more of the other’s cock and began to slowly bob his head up and down.
Yunho’s long fingers grasped his hair, and Jaejoong felt even more excited when he began to hear Yunho’s moans. He kept his hands down to make sure Yunho didn’t begin bucking into his mouth and sucked hard, determined to make Yunho enjoy as much as possible. He raised his head up and down, his tongue running over the entirety of Yunho’s hardened cock. Just as he ran his tongue up to the tip, he flicked his eyes upward and caught Yunho’s gaze.
“Fuck,” Yunho growled, his words barely above a whisper. He grasped Jaejoong’s hair with desperate fingers, “Just -“
“Let me finish,” Jaejoong murmured as he placed his mouth back over Yunho’s cock to finish the task at hand. He knew Yunho was close, and all it would take was a bit more to push him over the edge. He buried his face into the skin and took everything into his mouth. The loud groan that came from Yunho’s mouth spurred him on, and Jaejoong sucked harder, determined to drive him over the edge.
Yunho came with a loud moan, and Jaejoong attempted to swallow every drop despite the rather unsavory taste. As soon as he was content, he drew his mouth away and looked at his boyfriend, who was panting heavily. Jaejoong crawled back over the other man and nuzzled him, his erection poking against Yunho’s thigh, like a reminder of what was still left to be done.
A hand squeezed at his behind, and Jaejoong buried his face into Yunho’s neck. He licked at one of the hickeys he’d left behind and slowly began to roll his hips persistently against Yunho’s thigh.
“What do you want baby?” Yunho drawled tiredly as he licked at a trace of cum near Jaejoong’s lips. He turned Jaejoong onto his back and toyed with a hardened nipple as his lust filled eyes remained focused on Jaejoong.
“You,” Jaejoong mumbled shyly, suddenly an ingénue once more.
Yunho grinned and kissed Jaejoong languidly and passionately, tasting himself on his boyfriend’s tongue. He squeezed Jaejoong’s waist, and Jaejoong returned the action by having his fingertips brush over Yunho’s renewed arousal. Yunho hissed and nipped at Jaejoong’s neck before he began to move away.
Jaejoong watched as Yunho got off the bed to take out a bottle of lube and a condom packet from his drawer. When Yunho faced him, Jaejoong’s lips quirked into a playful smirk, and he sat up.
“Seems like you were prepared for me?” he whispered as Yunho dumped the items onto the bed and clambered back over him. He laughed breathlessly as Yunho held him closely, but his laugh tapered off into a moan as soon as he felt Yunho’s hard cock rub against his.
One of Yunho’s hands tweaked one of his nipples, and Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his boyfriend tightly, his nails sinking into tanned skin. “Fuck.”
“You told me you were going to try to visit,” Yunho whispered as his mapped Jaejoong’s body and continued to rut against Jaejoong slowly. “Don’t tell me that you haven’t missed this too.”
Jaejoong blushed.
“Your hands can’t make up for this,” Yunho said slowly as he moved away to coat his fingers with the lube. He pressed a finger against Jaejoong’s entrance, and his eyes met Jaejoong’s in the darkness. “Right?”
Before Jaejoong could reply, Yunho pushed one finger in slowly. Jaejoong groaned, the intrusion uncomfortable - it’d been so long after all. He squirmed underneath Yunho, but after a short while, he felt his body slowly begin to adjust. He smiled at Yunho as a sign for him to continue, and soon a second then a third finger followed.
He could feel himself coming undone as Yunho began to stretch him out. His moans were echoing in his ears, and he was so close to coming. Jaejoong didn’t want to come before Yunho entered him, so he drew his legs shut slightly.
“Yunho…” he whispered, his voice shaky. “I want you.”
Jaejoong watched as Yunho coated his erection with the lube and spread his legs open wider. His breath caught in his throat as Yunho aligned his cock at his entrance, and as soon as he pushed in, Jaejoong groaned loudly. He couldn’t imagine what Yunho was feeling, but even he hadn’t thought he would be so tight.
Yunho let out a hiss and continued to press forward, his eyes focused on Jaejoong’s face in order to make sure the other wasn’t hurting. Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Yunho and held him tightly, mumbling incoherent words of encouragement as Yunho only sank in deeper. There was a slight burn as Yunho stretched him open, and as soon as Yunho was buried in completely, they both paused for a while.
“I’m going to move now,” Yunho whispered, kissing Jaejoong’s temple caringly before he began to pull out. Jaejoong’s nails buried into Yunho’s tanned skin, and the moment he slammed back into his tightness, Jaejoong let out a loud moan.
Yunho began to quicken the pace of his thrusts, and Jaejoong could feel himself wildly coming undone underneath him. Each thrust knocked the breath out of him, and he mewled loudly each time Yunho pounded into him. The slick noises of Yunho thrusting into him, skin slapping against skin, and their moans filled the room.
Jaejoong could feel the familiar feeling of pressure build up once again, and after Yunho had delivered another amazing thrust into him, he came wildly and uncontrollably. He called Yunho’s name out loudly, and the sight of Jaejoong’s pleasure only spurred Yunho on further. It took a few more thrusts before Yunho came, and when he did, Jaejoong moaned loudly, the overstimulation too much for his sensitive body.
“Baby,” Yunho whispered as he moved, “That was really…”
“Amazing,” Jaejoong mumbled as he held Yunho closely. He could practically feel Yunho’s heart beating against his, and their closeness was something that brought them together in more than just a physical manner. At that moment, Jaejoong refused to let go of Yunho. He basked in their togetherness, and from the way Yunho was clinging to him too, he knew the other felt the same.
They were naked, sweaty, stained, and tired - but everything was perfect because it was them, and no one else.
o-o-o
Jaejoong woke up with a jolt.
He didn’t know what caused him to wake up so abruptly, but he was awake now. As he shifted, a slight pain ran up his back. Jaejoong winced - it had been awhile since the last time they’d had sex, so he couldn’t say he was too surprised to feel the pain. Yunho was snoring softly beside him, and Jaejoong’s eyes trailed down his boyfriend’s naked frame.
Careful not to wake up Yunho, Jaejoong smoothly disentangled himself from Yunho’s embrace and picked up his clothes before he went to the bathroom. He washed up, put on his clothes, and when he was finished, he looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked thoroughly fucked.
Jaejoong blushed then patted down his cheeks. After making sure he looked presentable, he went back to Yunho’s room. Yunho’s arm was stretched out, almost as if Yunho was looking for his presence on the bed. Jaejoong smiled at the sweetness of the gesture before he turned around to leave.
Jaejoong made his way for the door and left the apartment.
It was time to get breakfast.
o-o-o
After he’d finished fixing himself up at his hostel and picking up breakfast and some hot instant coffee at a nearby bakery, Jaejoong made his way back to the apartment and knocked. He fidgeted with the bag of baked goods and cups of coffee and rang the doorbell twice because he was impatient and it was cold out in the hallway.
The door swung open so abruptly that Jaejoong had to jump back in order to avoid getting hit in the face. Yunho’s hair was mussed adorably, his boxers were slung low on his hips, and it was quite obvious that he’d jumped out of bed and put on the nearest article of clothing in order to answer the door. Jaejoong forgave the other instantly and gave him a peck on the lips before he slipped past him to get inside. He heard Yunho follow behind him, and as soon as he’d set down everything onto the counter, he turned around.
“What’s wrong?”
Yunho shook his head and walked up to Jaejoong. He placed his hands on either side of Jaejoong’s hips and sighed deeply. His eyes lowered to the floor, and Jaejoong ran his hand through Yunho’s hair in worry.
“Yunho?”
The taller looked up, and his lips formed a wry smile. “This was how it was supposed to be, months ago.”
Jaejoong looked at Yunho in confusion, “What?”
Yunho raised his left hand and used it to cup Jaejoong’s cheek. His thumb ran along the faint outline of Jaejoong’s cheekbone, and when he exhaled, the warmth of his breath tickled the other’s skin.
“The morning you left…after the night we first met,” Yunho recalled slowly, his eyes focused intently on Jaejoong’s. “When I woke up, only to find out I was alone, a part of me had hoped you would come back.”
Jaejoong felt his guilt rise immediately, “I’m sorry -“
Yunho shook his head and brought his face close to Jaejoong’s, his nose brushing against Jaejoong’s lightly. “No, it’s okay. If you hadn’t left, who knows where we’d be right now? We might not have even stuck together as long as we did.” His other hand settled at Jaejoong’s waist, and he began to trace absentminded circles on the patch of skin that was revealed from where Jaejoong’s shirt had ridden up.
“Sometimes, when you look at me…” Yunho trailed off, and he smiled faintly. “I don’t know…everything feels right even though we rushed every step of the way and made so many mistakes.”
Jaejoong buried his face into Yunho’s neck and wrapped his arms around him tightly. He couldn’t think of anything to say, and his heart was bursting with emotion. His fingers dug into Yunho’s back, and he was pressed so closely against Yunho that he could feel the vibrations of the other when he began to chuckle.
Nothing could describe how much happiness he was feeling inside.
“I’m sorry I made you emotional so early in the morning,” Yunho murmured against Jaejoong’s hair and pulled away. “Come on, let’s eat.” He took the bag and coffee off the counter to set it onto the table.
Jaejoong sat down next to Yunho and fiddled with his cup of coffee. He watched silently as Yunho began to pull out the muffins and bread, setting them out in a surprisingly neat row. Yunho eyed everything before he turned to look at Jaejoong, “Are you really that hungry? Did you buy out the whole store?”
Jaejoong smiled, “I figured you might be hungry too…considering everything we did last night.” He reached out and took hold of a banana muffin so that he could feed Yunho a pinch of it.
After Yunho had finished chewing, he smiled. “I should get plates, shouldn’t I?”
“Changmin might kill you if we make a mess on the table,” Jaejoong replied before he broke off another bit of the muffin and put it into his mouth. He smiled at Yunho and watched him leave the table to grab some plates. After he’d finished chewing, Jaejoong toyed with the muffin for a few seconds as he mulled over everything that he was feeling.
For so long, he’d always thought of happiness and contentment as distant feelings that he’d only get to truly experience someday. But considering everything that had occurred in the past few weeks and what was happening now, Jaejoong realized that he was already where he wanted to be. There was no more need to wait for that perfect moment, for that one day where everything would fall in to place, because everything was already perfect as it was.
Despite the struggles, the tears, and the distance, there was still so much joy that filled him each day and there was also so much to look forward to. Jaejoong smiled to himself, and as Yunho returned to his seat and leaned forward to kiss him. As his eyes slipped shut, and as he cherished the sugary taste of his boyfriend’s lips, Jaejoong had never felt such joy.
There was no more point in waiting for that idealistic, perfect someday - he was happy now.
Fin ♥
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Author’s Note: And so, another one of my chaptered stories comes to an end. : ) To Mika, one of my first friends ever on LJ, I hoped this was a wonderful birthday present to you. Thank you so much for your friendship, and I love you! And to everyone who has so diligently commented and so patiently waited, thank you so much! *\O/* I hope this story has ended well, and thank you so much everyone for all the love and support. I can only hope that this story can be thought of as a gift to everyone. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! ♥