Stop Crumbling the Cookie!
I’m so never drinking again. Next time I get dumped by some stupid asshole, I’ll just ask Yoochun to shoot me through the head. It’ll be quicker, less painful, and I won’t have to clean up the huge ass mess after! Yunho kept stealing glances at me in the car like he was about to say something, but kept thinking better of it. I rolled my eyes and stared out my window. I really didn’t feel like having this conversation with him.
“Ok, we have to talk about it, now.” Yunho declared, when he stopped at a red light.
I sighed. “Talk about what? There’s nothing to talk about.” I muttered, fogging up the glass with my breath and drawing a smiley face on it.
“Uh… we just had sex.” He whispered the word ‘sex’ like someone was going to hear him. “That’s obviously something to talk about.”
“I just don’t see why we have to make a big deal out of it.” I told him, writing my name in some more glass fog. “I mean we’re just two guys who got really drunk and slept together.” I shrugged. “No biggie. It’s not like it’ll ever happen again.”
“Oh.” was Yunho’s genius answer. He frowned and tapped the steering wheel with his thumb. “Like never again?” He asked.
I turned to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I quirked my eyebrows at him.
“Well…” He said, and slid his hand on my thigh. He turned his head and smiled that sexy crooked smile, looking me up and down, and I felt all my insides heat up. I stared pointedly at his hand, not sure if I wanted him to remove it, or slide it up higher on my leg. “I think you’re worth having more than once.” He winked at me, and I melted.
I turned my head to blush shyly, and remembered that we were still driving. “YUNHO!” I shouted, pointing at the car roaring towards us. Yunho swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding the red vehicle.
“Shit!” He muttered.
“You should keep your eyes on the road.” I laughed and he pinched me.
“Wait; am I like… officially gay now?” Yunho asked.
“Oh yeah, you passed the initiation round.” I laughed sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
“No, seriously though…” He stared worriedly at the road ahead.
I held my chin pensively. “Oh! I know this awesome test, works every time.” I said excitedly. “I’m going to give you a name and you tell me the first thing that comes to mind.”
“Alright.” Yunho nodded like this made perfect sense.
“Orlando Bloom.” I smiled; the first thought in my head was ‘totally bangable’. I watched Yunho’s lips stretch out slowly in a big grin, before his expression turned into shock. “Oh my God!” I squealed, laughing. “You thought ‘totally bangable’ too, didn’t you?”
“What do you mean ‘too’? You were thinking the same thing?!” Yunho shouted.
“Yeah! I mean have you seen Orlando Bloom? Yum!” I licked my lips
“I think I’m more of a Johnny Depp kind of guy, though.” He mused.
“Well we’re not going to go through the whole cast of Pirates of the Caribbean just to prove your gayness.” I teased. “Johnny’s totally hot though.”
“So that’s the test? I think Orlando Bloom is bangable, and that makes me gay?”
“No, you said you preferred Johnny Depp and that makes you gay.” I laughed. “Plus, your first time was with a guy, so…”
“Will you stop saying that?” Yunho shouted indignantly. “You were not my first time!”
“Then who was?” I asked, genuinely curious, and maybe a bit jealous… nah.
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” He pouted, sticking his snooty rich boy nose in the air.
“Psh-ah, you’re hardly a gentleman.” I smirked and nudged him with my elbow. “Come ooon, you can tell me.” I smiled slyly. “Was it a guy?”
“No.” He muttered, and stared straight ahead at the windshield, like it held some all-powerful secret.
“Well that takes care of 50% of the population” I thought out loud. “Is this someone I know?” His lips stretched into a thin line, and I smiled victoriously. “So it is someone I know! Other than my sisters, I guess I know three girls.” I said biting my lip in thought. “Does she go to school?”
“Stop trying to guess, will you?” He pouted, twitching nervously.
“So she doesn’t go to school…” He gave me a sidelong glare. “I didn’t think you knew Seo Jin…”
“Who?” Yunho looked confused.
“Huh.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to remember if there were any other girls I usually talked to, and coming up blank. “Well that’s really all the girls I kn-” My face froze as the answer dawned on me. I glared at Yunho. “MY SISTERS?!” I shouted, and he flinched. “YOU SLEPT WITH MY SISTERS?!!!”
“J-J-Just one of them really” He stammered, and I punched him in the arm. “OW!”
“I’M SO GOING TO KILL YOU!” I shouted, feeling that my anger couldn’t be expressed with just lower case letters. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”
“Because I knew you’d go all angry brother at me.”
“WELL OF COURSE I WILL GET ANGRY!” I punched his arm repeatedly. “You. Stupid. Bastard. You. Dumb. Ugly. Annoying. Excuse. For. A. Human. Being!”
“Stop hitting me! It was just one time! I’M DRIVING!” He shouted, shoving my fists of fury away with his arm. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed at him. “It was totally just an accident… Su Jin’s boyfriend cheated on her and she needed some comfort, and she was drunk. I was sixteen!”
“Oh! So telling me you took advantage of her is supposed to make me forgive you?” I glared at him. “Typical arch-nemesis.”
“Jae, it happened two years ago!” He grumbled. “And stop with the arch-nemesis crap! We’re not nemesi!”
“Oh, you are so my nemesis!” I huffed.
“Well, you’re not my nemesis.” Yunho rolled his eyes.
“What am I then?”
We’d arrived at school by then, he stopped his car right in front of the school entrance. Yunho turned to me, and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Jae, you’re my best friend” He told me.
“Do you have sex with all your best friends?” I scoffed, but deep down inside I was just slightly touched. SLIGHTLY.
“Just the one.” He smirked. He leaned over towards me, and I tensed waiting for him to kiss me. He snaked his arm around me, and opened the car door behind me. He pecked me on the cheek, and slid back into his seat. “See you in Math class, Jae.” I stumbled out of car like I was still drunk, and he drove away, to park his stupid expensive car in the dumb, privileged, student body president parking space. It should’ve been mine! Not that I have a car or anything, but it’s the principle that counts.
“Was that Yunho?” An all too familiar voice said from behind me.
“Why the hell do you care?” I grumbled, stalking past him. Rain grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I resisted the irresistible urge to slap the damn bastard. “Don’t touch me.” I jerked my arm away from him.
“Was that Yunho? In the car.” He repeated slowly, like I was some kind of retard.
“Yes, it was, jerk-off! Do you have a problem with that?” I spat at him. I know it’s gross, but he totally deserved it for being such a total ass-hat.
“Did I make you that desperate, Jae?” He smirked cruelly. Rain grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me up to him. “Were you really depressed enough to go and fuck your arch-nemesis.”
“Screw you Rain, you don’t know anything.” I tried to squirm away from him.
“Right and that wasn’t a we-had-sex-last-night-and-I’d-like-to-do-it-again kiss.” He muttered sarcastically.
I tried to push him off, but he was too strong, so I grabbed his head, and smashed my fore head into his. There was a huge tunk sound, (because his heads is hollow haha) and he backed off, stumbling around all disoriented. HAH! I made a mental note to thank my sister on that anti-rape trick. Or I might never talk to her again, seeing as she didn’t tell me about what she did with Yunho.
“What can I say? He was just better than you Rain.” I laughed haughtily and strolled into school.
I grinned when I saw Yoochun in my Korean class. He looked horrible, he was barely able to keep his head up, and was staring blankly straight ahead. You can always count on more miserable friends to make you feel better. I took my seat next to him, and nudged him with my finger.
“Whaaa?” he groaned, turning his head very slowly to face me.
“How was your night?” I wagged my eyebrows at him.
“Shin Mi dumped me.” He grumbled. “And ate all my cereal. All my Count Chocula…” He jutted out his lower lip. “This is all your fault Jaejoong!”
“How is it my fault?” I asked him, totally innocent.
“Junsu…” He mumbled. “That was all your fault.”
“Oh yeah, my squishy buddy.” I smiled at the fond memories I’d shared with him. “I wondered what he got up to. Did he confess his love to you?”
Yoochun grinned and nodded. Then his smile disappeared. “And I took him home with me, because he didn’t want to go home to his parents… Not a good idea.”
I smacked him on his stupid forehead. “You live with your girlfriend idiot!” I chided him. “What did she say when she saw you two in bed?”
“Whaaa? We didn’t do it!” Yoochun whispered. “We just made out a little on the couch.”
“Whatever.”
“She said: ‘Damn, Yoochun! I told you to not go gay!’ And I said I was really sorry, and that I’d still share the apartment with her, and she said: ‘I told you what I would do if you went gay on me Chun! Say Goodbye to Count Chocula!’ And she left.” He sobbed. “And took all my cereal with her.”
I patted Yoochun on his sad little head. “It’s okay, you’ll go to the grocery store and buy some more Count Chocula, after school. You’ll be less dead inside tomorrow morning.”
He looked over at me and grinned. “Yeah, I guess I can do that…” He squinted at my chest. “Are you wearing the same shirt, Jae?”
“Same as what?” I asked, tugging on my shirt, maybe there was a stain.
“You’re wearing the same shirt you wore at the party.” He squinted suspiciously at me. “What did you do last night?”
I shrugged. “Nothing special. Maybe I just felt like wearing the same shirt.”
“Fashion victim Jaejoong, wore the same shirt twice in a row?” My friend\mortal enemy Heechul scoffed as he took his seat in front of me. “That’s hard to believe.” He got on that face he gets when he has amazing gossip to disperse. “I heard you came to school with Yunho this morning. You two patch things up?” He winked at me.
Yoochun eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “YOU WERE AT YUNHO’S? Why didn’t I hear about this?”
“It’s no big deal, we just kind of spent the night together that’s all.” I mumbled. Where’s the bell when you need it?
“Like together together?” Yoochun asked. “I thought you said he was your nemisis.”
“Arch-nemisis.”
“Whatever.”
“I can’t believe you turned another hottie gay! I should bring you along when I go out.” Heechul scratched his chin pensively.
“Don’t you already have a superhot boyfriend?” Yoochun asked him.
“Yeah, but I like to keep my options open.” Heechul smirked, tossing his long hair behind his shoulder. He turned to me, and crossed his arms above my desk. “So how good is Yunho in bed?”
“Why are you asking me?” I grumbled. “How can you two just assume we had sex?”
Yoochun reached over and grabbed the seam of my boxers… Yunho’s boxers… and tugged it up. “Maybe because his name is stitched on your boxers.” He smiled evilly.
Damn, of all the people I could have slept with and borrowed underwear from, I had to choose the one guy who stitches his name on his boxers. “Uh, well my boxers got ripped. So I borrowed his.” I smiled innocently.
Yoochun and Heechul shared a glance, and looked back at me. “And how did you rip your boxers?” Yoochun smiled slyly.
“Uh… Climbing a tree?”
They both shared another glance, and smirked. Heechul got that face he gets when he knows he’s going to win at something. “Was this tree Yunho’s d-“
The bell FINALLY rang, interrupting Heechul’s question. Really old teacher person walked in and started babbling uselessly about things we already knew; about a language we’ve been speaking our whole lives. I doodled on my notebook, and she interrupted me five times to see if I was paying attention. Like if I didn’t care the first two times, why would I care for the other three?
I had to escape Yoochun and Heechul, so I took the long way to P.E., which was my next class. I strolled down the long hallway to the locker rooms, which are really the best part of being in P.E. It was American football season, so I was planning to just skip the whole thing, since I can’t throw those annoying egg-shaped balls for shit. Whose stupid idea was it to make a pointy ball? The natural instinct is to get the hell out of the way of the threatening sharp thing aiming for your eye. Americans are stupid. Anyway, the bell had already rung when I ran into my squishy buddy on my way, and just hugged him. A tall dude standing around gave us the eye.
“Hi, Jaejoong-ssi.” Junsu smiled, and was totally adorable. We both squealed and hopped up and down.
“Please, call me Jae.” I smiled. “How was last night?” Junsu blushed and squirmed where he was standing. Awwwww.
“It was nice.” He giggled. “But I think Shin Mi-ssi was a bit sad.”
“Eh, she was way too perky anyway.” I shrugged.
Tall boy standing around cleared his throat. I glared up at his rude interruption, but Junsu got this embarrassed look on his face. “This is my friend Shim Changmin.” He introduced him.
“Hi.” Tall boy smiled, and gave me a little wave. What a total cutie! Maybe I can snag him! Haha, Heechul’s going to be so jealous.
“Heeeey…” I smiled sinfully, and took a step closer to him. “I’m Jaejoong.” I looked him up and down and smiled. “But you can call me Jae.”
“I’m straight.” Chang…something said.
“You could’ve humoured me for like two seconds.” I pouted.
“Yeah, but I didn’t.” He smiled. I like this guy already.
“Don’t you have class now, Jaejoong-ssi?” Junsu asked. He’s so adorable I could just pinch his cheeks forever!
I sighed exaggeratedly. “P.E.” I told him. “But I’m skipping it.”
“We have a free period.” Junsu squealed happily. “Do you want to hang out with us?”
“You have to be careful though.” Tall boy whispered. “Dictator Jung’s been patrolling.” We all snickered at the nickname. “He takes his job way to seriously.”
“Yeah, Yunho takes responsibility to a whole new level.” I grinned.
“You shouldn’t get caught Jaejoong-ssi.” Junsu looked worried. Cutie. I should totally take him to my hairstylist though.
“Then come on guys, I know this awesome place we could hang out!” I grabbed Junsu’s arm and started pulling him towards this abandoned room me and Yoochun found in freshman year when we were hiding from the seniors and they’re amazingly strong wedgies. Anyway, so my squishy buddy and my tall friend were gladly following me to our secret lair, when I suddenly bumped into this hard chest and looked up.
“Oh… Yunho… Hey…” I mumbled. “What’s up?” I could feel my co-conspirators squirming nervously behind me.
“Don’t you have a class now Jae?” He looked super-incredibly pissed, probably already prepared to give me some stupid citation. Then he looked over my head to the dynamic duo behind me. “Hey Junsu-ssi, Changmin-ssi.” He said through clenched teeth. CHANGMIN! That’s what his name is! How the hell does Yunho know everybody? “Isn’t P.E. the other way Jae?” He asked turning his attention back to me.
I licked my lips slowly, trying to think up a suitable excuse for skipping my gym classed. I looked up, to smile sheepishly at Yunho. He blinked and focused back on my eyes. Was he staring at my lips? I bit my lower-lip softly, to test that theory, and his eyes quickly followed the movement. Oh this is fun.
“Well…”I mumbled, licking my lower lip slowly, and watching his eyes follow the movement of my tongue. “You see…” I did the same to my upper lip, and he gulped audibly. “I was just um…” I pursed my now wet and juicy looking lips. Yunho bit down on his, struggling to stay focused.
At that point some stupid inner voice deep down inside me said I should stop, before this went beyond the point of no return, but this was so much fun! And so flattering! I mean how often do you get to scramble a guy’s brain by licking your lips? Not that often… Not that often at all. So I looked up at Yunho through my eyelashes, and smiled coyly.
“Jae, come with me please.” He breathed. Ok… not exactly the answer I was hoping for.
“Um… to where?” I purposefully made my voice husky and breathy.
Yunho gulped again. He stepped closer and grabbed my arm. “Just come.” He said roughly, and dragged me behind him, to wherever the hell it was we were going. I waved goodbye to my confused friends, and sped up to keep from stumbling behind Yunho. He grabbed a random doorknob, and threw the door open. He practically threw me inside a filthy janitor’s closet. I slammed my back into a bunch of shelves, and the cleaning products rattled threateningly. Yunho closed the door quickly, and pinned me to the shelves, and crushed his lips onto mine. I gasped, and he took advantage of it and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue join in. He kissed me so long and hard, when we stopped for air, we were both panting like we’d hopped a marathon. I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, closing off any escape.
“Yunho…” I panted. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” He smirked, and started nibbling at the hard spots in my neck, up to my ear lobe.
“We can’t do this.” I breathed. A loud voice in the back of my head screamed ‘WHY THE HELL NOT?’ This was just so hot. Granted the location could be better. “This whole place is a hazard.” I told him. “I mean, we could get hit by those brooms, and that weird pointy thing over there, not to mention all the poisonous cleaning products.”
He kissed the dent in my collarbone, and I shivered. “Mm…” He snickered. “Don’t worry. I’ll be very careful.” He started trying to tug up my shirt.
I pushed his hands away. “Yunho, I don’t want to do this.” I breathed. ‘WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING? TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!’ Inner voice yelled at me.
“Okay, you can keep your shirt on.” He nodded, and started working on my… his belt buckle.
“I want you to stop.” I moaned.
Yunho slid his hands down the front of my pants. Aw crap. “I don’t think your little friend here agrees with you.” He smirked.
“Unf…” was my genius answer.
He snaked his arms around my waist, and we were making-out against the shelves again. I don’t know how we managed, to not knock anything loose from the walls. Yunho broke the kiss this time, looking lustfully into my eyes. “How good was Rain at blow jobs?” He growled.
I froze, and had to fight to keep my eyes inside their sockets. Did he really just say that? “Whaaaa?” I’m starting to sound like Yoochun. “Wh-why?”
“Just want to know what I’m competing with.” He smirked, and sank to his knees, lifting my shirt up, to kiss my bellybutton.
When the shock finally wore off my brain, I realized what Yunho was going to do. “YUN! DO-” And that’s as far as I got, because I had to bite my lip to keep from informing the entire student body of what was happening in the janitor’s closet. Oh sweet Jesus, tell me this is a dream! I felt my eyes roll back in my head, losing myself in the sweet movement of his lips. He placed his hands on my butt-cheeks and squeezed. I yelped, and jumped a bit, knocking my back on the shelves behind me. There was a weird noise, like some kind of pop, and a smelly liquid started pouring down on my head. It smelled an awful lot like bleach. It started dripping down my face. My hair was drenched with it. Aw man. “Yunho.” I gasped. “Yunho, stop, this bottle of-”. He did this totally unfair thing with his tongue, knocking every reasonable thought away.
We walked out of the closet, Yunho smirking like the freaking asshole he is, and tried to act casual and not give off a blow-job-in-the-closet vibe. “I’m going to shower.” I muttered, thanking God for the first time ever that the locker rooms had showers in them.
“You want me to join you?” He smirked, wagging his eyebrows.
“No!” I shouted, “And don’t wag your eyebrows at me.” I stormed off to the locker rooms angrily. Rich bastard, with his billion dollar eyebrow wag.
I got out of the showers all squeaky clean, and put on my clothes… well my shirt and Yunho’s pants and underwear. I went to the mirror to double check the awesomeness that is my hair, and had half a heart attack. “Oh my God.”
Heechul strolled in with nothing but a towel on. I don’t get why he even goes in the showers, you doesn’t even lift a finger in gym. “Is that my good friend Joongie I hear…” He singsonged as he turned to face me. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! YOU’RE BLONDE!”
“How the hell did this happen?” I panicked, touching my hair. “Oh, shit!”
“I hate you!” Heechul shouted at me.
“Why? I’m blonde!!” I shouted.
“You did it on purpose just to be hotter than me didn’t you?” He huffed. “I hate you.”
He walked into the showers, leaving me behind to freak out on my own.
“The bleach!” I realized loudly. “This is all Yunho’s fault.” I glared at my golden locks in the mirror.
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04
**Wellp here's Chapter 3! I hope the little smutty scene wasnt too much of a fail :D,thanks for reading, and enjoooy <3*
“Ok, we have to talk about it, now.” Yunho declared, when he stopped at a red light.
I sighed. “Talk about what? There’s nothing to talk about.” I muttered, fogging up the glass with my breath and drawing a smiley face on it.
“Uh… we just had sex.” He whispered the word ‘sex’ like someone was going to hear him. “That’s obviously something to talk about.”
“I just don’t see why we have to make a big deal out of it.” I told him, writing my name in some more glass fog. “I mean we’re just two guys who got really drunk and slept together.” I shrugged. “No biggie. It’s not like it’ll ever happen again.”
“Oh.” was Yunho’s genius answer. He frowned and tapped the steering wheel with his thumb. “Like never again?” He asked.
I turned to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I quirked my eyebrows at him.
“Well…” He said, and slid his hand on my thigh. He turned his head and smiled that sexy crooked smile, looking me up and down, and I felt all my insides heat up. I stared pointedly at his hand, not sure if I wanted him to remove it, or slide it up higher on my leg. “I think you’re worth having more than once.” He winked at me, and I melted.
I turned my head to blush shyly, and remembered that we were still driving. “YUNHO!” I shouted, pointing at the car roaring towards us. Yunho swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding the red vehicle.
“Shit!” He muttered.
“You should keep your eyes on the road.” I laughed and he pinched me.
“Wait; am I like… officially gay now?” Yunho asked.
“Oh yeah, you passed the initiation round.” I laughed sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
“No, seriously though…” He stared worriedly at the road ahead.
I held my chin pensively. “Oh! I know this awesome test, works every time.” I said excitedly. “I’m going to give you a name and you tell me the first thing that comes to mind.”
“Alright.” Yunho nodded like this made perfect sense.
“Orlando Bloom.” I smiled; the first thought in my head was ‘totally bangable’. I watched Yunho’s lips stretch out slowly in a big grin, before his expression turned into shock. “Oh my God!” I squealed, laughing. “You thought ‘totally bangable’ too, didn’t you?”
“What do you mean ‘too’? You were thinking the same thing?!” Yunho shouted.
“Yeah! I mean have you seen Orlando Bloom? Yum!” I licked my lips
“I think I’m more of a Johnny Depp kind of guy, though.” He mused.
“Well we’re not going to go through the whole cast of Pirates of the Caribbean just to prove your gayness.” I teased. “Johnny’s totally hot though.”
“So that’s the test? I think Orlando Bloom is bangable, and that makes me gay?”
“No, you said you preferred Johnny Depp and that makes you gay.” I laughed. “Plus, your first time was with a guy, so…”
“Will you stop saying that?” Yunho shouted indignantly. “You were not my first time!”
“Then who was?” I asked, genuinely curious, and maybe a bit jealous… nah.
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” He pouted, sticking his snooty rich boy nose in the air.
“Psh-ah, you’re hardly a gentleman.” I smirked and nudged him with my elbow. “Come ooon, you can tell me.” I smiled slyly. “Was it a guy?”
“No.” He muttered, and stared straight ahead at the windshield, like it held some all-powerful secret.
“Well that takes care of 50% of the population” I thought out loud. “Is this someone I know?” His lips stretched into a thin line, and I smiled victoriously. “So it is someone I know! Other than my sisters, I guess I know three girls.” I said biting my lip in thought. “Does she go to school?”
“Stop trying to guess, will you?” He pouted, twitching nervously.
“So she doesn’t go to school…” He gave me a sidelong glare. “I didn’t think you knew Seo Jin…”
“Who?” Yunho looked confused.
“Huh.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to remember if there were any other girls I usually talked to, and coming up blank. “Well that’s really all the girls I kn-” My face froze as the answer dawned on me. I glared at Yunho. “MY SISTERS?!” I shouted, and he flinched. “YOU SLEPT WITH MY SISTERS?!!!”
“J-J-Just one of them really” He stammered, and I punched him in the arm. “OW!”
“I’M SO GOING TO KILL YOU!” I shouted, feeling that my anger couldn’t be expressed with just lower case letters. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”
“Because I knew you’d go all angry brother at me.”
“WELL OF COURSE I WILL GET ANGRY!” I punched his arm repeatedly. “You. Stupid. Bastard. You. Dumb. Ugly. Annoying. Excuse. For. A. Human. Being!”
“Stop hitting me! It was just one time! I’M DRIVING!” He shouted, shoving my fists of fury away with his arm. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed at him. “It was totally just an accident… Su Jin’s boyfriend cheated on her and she needed some comfort, and she was drunk. I was sixteen!”
“Oh! So telling me you took advantage of her is supposed to make me forgive you?” I glared at him. “Typical arch-nemesis.”
“Jae, it happened two years ago!” He grumbled. “And stop with the arch-nemesis crap! We’re not nemesi!”
“Oh, you are so my nemesis!” I huffed.
“Well, you’re not my nemesis.” Yunho rolled his eyes.
“What am I then?”
We’d arrived at school by then, he stopped his car right in front of the school entrance. Yunho turned to me, and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Jae, you’re my best friend” He told me.
“Do you have sex with all your best friends?” I scoffed, but deep down inside I was just slightly touched. SLIGHTLY.
“Just the one.” He smirked. He leaned over towards me, and I tensed waiting for him to kiss me. He snaked his arm around me, and opened the car door behind me. He pecked me on the cheek, and slid back into his seat. “See you in Math class, Jae.” I stumbled out of car like I was still drunk, and he drove away, to park his stupid expensive car in the dumb, privileged, student body president parking space. It should’ve been mine! Not that I have a car or anything, but it’s the principle that counts.
“Was that Yunho?” An all too familiar voice said from behind me.
“Why the hell do you care?” I grumbled, stalking past him. Rain grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I resisted the irresistible urge to slap the damn bastard. “Don’t touch me.” I jerked my arm away from him.
“Was that Yunho? In the car.” He repeated slowly, like I was some kind of retard.
“Yes, it was, jerk-off! Do you have a problem with that?” I spat at him. I know it’s gross, but he totally deserved it for being such a total ass-hat.
“Did I make you that desperate, Jae?” He smirked cruelly. Rain grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me up to him. “Were you really depressed enough to go and fuck your arch-nemesis.”
“Screw you Rain, you don’t know anything.” I tried to squirm away from him.
“Right and that wasn’t a we-had-sex-last-night-and-I’d-like-to-do-it-again kiss.” He muttered sarcastically.
I tried to push him off, but he was too strong, so I grabbed his head, and smashed my fore head into his. There was a huge tunk sound, (because his heads is hollow haha) and he backed off, stumbling around all disoriented. HAH! I made a mental note to thank my sister on that anti-rape trick. Or I might never talk to her again, seeing as she didn’t tell me about what she did with Yunho.
“What can I say? He was just better than you Rain.” I laughed haughtily and strolled into school.
I grinned when I saw Yoochun in my Korean class. He looked horrible, he was barely able to keep his head up, and was staring blankly straight ahead. You can always count on more miserable friends to make you feel better. I took my seat next to him, and nudged him with my finger.
“Whaaa?” he groaned, turning his head very slowly to face me.
“How was your night?” I wagged my eyebrows at him.
“Shin Mi dumped me.” He grumbled. “And ate all my cereal. All my Count Chocula…” He jutted out his lower lip. “This is all your fault Jaejoong!”
“How is it my fault?” I asked him, totally innocent.
“Junsu…” He mumbled. “That was all your fault.”
“Oh yeah, my squishy buddy.” I smiled at the fond memories I’d shared with him. “I wondered what he got up to. Did he confess his love to you?”
Yoochun grinned and nodded. Then his smile disappeared. “And I took him home with me, because he didn’t want to go home to his parents… Not a good idea.”
I smacked him on his stupid forehead. “You live with your girlfriend idiot!” I chided him. “What did she say when she saw you two in bed?”
“Whaaa? We didn’t do it!” Yoochun whispered. “We just made out a little on the couch.”
“Whatever.”
“She said: ‘Damn, Yoochun! I told you to not go gay!’ And I said I was really sorry, and that I’d still share the apartment with her, and she said: ‘I told you what I would do if you went gay on me Chun! Say Goodbye to Count Chocula!’ And she left.” He sobbed. “And took all my cereal with her.”
I patted Yoochun on his sad little head. “It’s okay, you’ll go to the grocery store and buy some more Count Chocula, after school. You’ll be less dead inside tomorrow morning.”
He looked over at me and grinned. “Yeah, I guess I can do that…” He squinted at my chest. “Are you wearing the same shirt, Jae?”
“Same as what?” I asked, tugging on my shirt, maybe there was a stain.
“You’re wearing the same shirt you wore at the party.” He squinted suspiciously at me. “What did you do last night?”
I shrugged. “Nothing special. Maybe I just felt like wearing the same shirt.”
“Fashion victim Jaejoong, wore the same shirt twice in a row?” My friend\mortal enemy Heechul scoffed as he took his seat in front of me. “That’s hard to believe.” He got on that face he gets when he has amazing gossip to disperse. “I heard you came to school with Yunho this morning. You two patch things up?” He winked at me.
Yoochun eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “YOU WERE AT YUNHO’S? Why didn’t I hear about this?”
“It’s no big deal, we just kind of spent the night together that’s all.” I mumbled. Where’s the bell when you need it?
“Like together together?” Yoochun asked. “I thought you said he was your nemisis.”
“Arch-nemisis.”
“Whatever.”
“I can’t believe you turned another hottie gay! I should bring you along when I go out.” Heechul scratched his chin pensively.
“Don’t you already have a superhot boyfriend?” Yoochun asked him.
“Yeah, but I like to keep my options open.” Heechul smirked, tossing his long hair behind his shoulder. He turned to me, and crossed his arms above my desk. “So how good is Yunho in bed?”
“Why are you asking me?” I grumbled. “How can you two just assume we had sex?”
Yoochun reached over and grabbed the seam of my boxers… Yunho’s boxers… and tugged it up. “Maybe because his name is stitched on your boxers.” He smiled evilly.
Damn, of all the people I could have slept with and borrowed underwear from, I had to choose the one guy who stitches his name on his boxers. “Uh, well my boxers got ripped. So I borrowed his.” I smiled innocently.
Yoochun and Heechul shared a glance, and looked back at me. “And how did you rip your boxers?” Yoochun smiled slyly.
“Uh… Climbing a tree?”
They both shared another glance, and smirked. Heechul got that face he gets when he knows he’s going to win at something. “Was this tree Yunho’s d-“
The bell FINALLY rang, interrupting Heechul’s question. Really old teacher person walked in and started babbling uselessly about things we already knew; about a language we’ve been speaking our whole lives. I doodled on my notebook, and she interrupted me five times to see if I was paying attention. Like if I didn’t care the first two times, why would I care for the other three?
I had to escape Yoochun and Heechul, so I took the long way to P.E., which was my next class. I strolled down the long hallway to the locker rooms, which are really the best part of being in P.E. It was American football season, so I was planning to just skip the whole thing, since I can’t throw those annoying egg-shaped balls for shit. Whose stupid idea was it to make a pointy ball? The natural instinct is to get the hell out of the way of the threatening sharp thing aiming for your eye. Americans are stupid. Anyway, the bell had already rung when I ran into my squishy buddy on my way, and just hugged him. A tall dude standing around gave us the eye.
“Hi, Jaejoong-ssi.” Junsu smiled, and was totally adorable. We both squealed and hopped up and down.
“Please, call me Jae.” I smiled. “How was last night?” Junsu blushed and squirmed where he was standing. Awwwww.
“It was nice.” He giggled. “But I think Shin Mi-ssi was a bit sad.”
“Eh, she was way too perky anyway.” I shrugged.
Tall boy standing around cleared his throat. I glared up at his rude interruption, but Junsu got this embarrassed look on his face. “This is my friend Shim Changmin.” He introduced him.
“Hi.” Tall boy smiled, and gave me a little wave. What a total cutie! Maybe I can snag him! Haha, Heechul’s going to be so jealous.
“Heeeey…” I smiled sinfully, and took a step closer to him. “I’m Jaejoong.” I looked him up and down and smiled. “But you can call me Jae.”
“I’m straight.” Chang…something said.
“You could’ve humoured me for like two seconds.” I pouted.
“Yeah, but I didn’t.” He smiled. I like this guy already.
“Don’t you have class now, Jaejoong-ssi?” Junsu asked. He’s so adorable I could just pinch his cheeks forever!
I sighed exaggeratedly. “P.E.” I told him. “But I’m skipping it.”
“We have a free period.” Junsu squealed happily. “Do you want to hang out with us?”
“You have to be careful though.” Tall boy whispered. “Dictator Jung’s been patrolling.” We all snickered at the nickname. “He takes his job way to seriously.”
“Yeah, Yunho takes responsibility to a whole new level.” I grinned.
“You shouldn’t get caught Jaejoong-ssi.” Junsu looked worried. Cutie. I should totally take him to my hairstylist though.
“Then come on guys, I know this awesome place we could hang out!” I grabbed Junsu’s arm and started pulling him towards this abandoned room me and Yoochun found in freshman year when we were hiding from the seniors and they’re amazingly strong wedgies. Anyway, so my squishy buddy and my tall friend were gladly following me to our secret lair, when I suddenly bumped into this hard chest and looked up.
“Oh… Yunho… Hey…” I mumbled. “What’s up?” I could feel my co-conspirators squirming nervously behind me.
“Don’t you have a class now Jae?” He looked super-incredibly pissed, probably already prepared to give me some stupid citation. Then he looked over my head to the dynamic duo behind me. “Hey Junsu-ssi, Changmin-ssi.” He said through clenched teeth. CHANGMIN! That’s what his name is! How the hell does Yunho know everybody? “Isn’t P.E. the other way Jae?” He asked turning his attention back to me.
I licked my lips slowly, trying to think up a suitable excuse for skipping my gym classed. I looked up, to smile sheepishly at Yunho. He blinked and focused back on my eyes. Was he staring at my lips? I bit my lower-lip softly, to test that theory, and his eyes quickly followed the movement. Oh this is fun.
“Well…”I mumbled, licking my lower lip slowly, and watching his eyes follow the movement of my tongue. “You see…” I did the same to my upper lip, and he gulped audibly. “I was just um…” I pursed my now wet and juicy looking lips. Yunho bit down on his, struggling to stay focused.
At that point some stupid inner voice deep down inside me said I should stop, before this went beyond the point of no return, but this was so much fun! And so flattering! I mean how often do you get to scramble a guy’s brain by licking your lips? Not that often… Not that often at all. So I looked up at Yunho through my eyelashes, and smiled coyly.
“Jae, come with me please.” He breathed. Ok… not exactly the answer I was hoping for.
“Um… to where?” I purposefully made my voice husky and breathy.
Yunho gulped again. He stepped closer and grabbed my arm. “Just come.” He said roughly, and dragged me behind him, to wherever the hell it was we were going. I waved goodbye to my confused friends, and sped up to keep from stumbling behind Yunho. He grabbed a random doorknob, and threw the door open. He practically threw me inside a filthy janitor’s closet. I slammed my back into a bunch of shelves, and the cleaning products rattled threateningly. Yunho closed the door quickly, and pinned me to the shelves, and crushed his lips onto mine. I gasped, and he took advantage of it and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue join in. He kissed me so long and hard, when we stopped for air, we were both panting like we’d hopped a marathon. I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, closing off any escape.
“Yunho…” I panted. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” He smirked, and started nibbling at the hard spots in my neck, up to my ear lobe.
“We can’t do this.” I breathed. A loud voice in the back of my head screamed ‘WHY THE HELL NOT?’ This was just so hot. Granted the location could be better. “This whole place is a hazard.” I told him. “I mean, we could get hit by those brooms, and that weird pointy thing over there, not to mention all the poisonous cleaning products.”
He kissed the dent in my collarbone, and I shivered. “Mm…” He snickered. “Don’t worry. I’ll be very careful.” He started trying to tug up my shirt.
I pushed his hands away. “Yunho, I don’t want to do this.” I breathed. ‘WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING? TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!’ Inner voice yelled at me.
“Okay, you can keep your shirt on.” He nodded, and started working on my… his belt buckle.
“I want you to stop.” I moaned.
Yunho slid his hands down the front of my pants. Aw crap. “I don’t think your little friend here agrees with you.” He smirked.
“Unf…” was my genius answer.
He snaked his arms around my waist, and we were making-out against the shelves again. I don’t know how we managed, to not knock anything loose from the walls. Yunho broke the kiss this time, looking lustfully into my eyes. “How good was Rain at blow jobs?” He growled.
I froze, and had to fight to keep my eyes inside their sockets. Did he really just say that? “Whaaaa?” I’m starting to sound like Yoochun. “Wh-why?”
“Just want to know what I’m competing with.” He smirked, and sank to his knees, lifting my shirt up, to kiss my bellybutton.
When the shock finally wore off my brain, I realized what Yunho was going to do. “YUN! DO-” And that’s as far as I got, because I had to bite my lip to keep from informing the entire student body of what was happening in the janitor’s closet. Oh sweet Jesus, tell me this is a dream! I felt my eyes roll back in my head, losing myself in the sweet movement of his lips. He placed his hands on my butt-cheeks and squeezed. I yelped, and jumped a bit, knocking my back on the shelves behind me. There was a weird noise, like some kind of pop, and a smelly liquid started pouring down on my head. It smelled an awful lot like bleach. It started dripping down my face. My hair was drenched with it. Aw man. “Yunho.” I gasped. “Yunho, stop, this bottle of-”. He did this totally unfair thing with his tongue, knocking every reasonable thought away.
We walked out of the closet, Yunho smirking like the freaking asshole he is, and tried to act casual and not give off a blow-job-in-the-closet vibe. “I’m going to shower.” I muttered, thanking God for the first time ever that the locker rooms had showers in them.
“You want me to join you?” He smirked, wagging his eyebrows.
“No!” I shouted, “And don’t wag your eyebrows at me.” I stormed off to the locker rooms angrily. Rich bastard, with his billion dollar eyebrow wag.
I got out of the showers all squeaky clean, and put on my clothes… well my shirt and Yunho’s pants and underwear. I went to the mirror to double check the awesomeness that is my hair, and had half a heart attack. “Oh my God.”
Heechul strolled in with nothing but a towel on. I don’t get why he even goes in the showers, you doesn’t even lift a finger in gym. “Is that my good friend Joongie I hear…” He singsonged as he turned to face me. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! YOU’RE BLONDE!”
“How the hell did this happen?” I panicked, touching my hair. “Oh, shit!”
“I hate you!” Heechul shouted at me.
“Why? I’m blonde!!” I shouted.
“You did it on purpose just to be hotter than me didn’t you?” He huffed. “I hate you.”
He walked into the showers, leaving me behind to freak out on my own.
“The bleach!” I realized loudly. “This is all Yunho’s fault.” I glared at my golden locks in the mirror.
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**Wellp here's Chapter 3! I hope the little smutty scene wasnt too much of a fail :D,thanks for reading, and enjoooy <3*