Kiss4
For maryl_z who wanted JJ making sure Yunho wouldn't do anymore damage to himself after his back injury. And because she wrote me most lovely Jaeho kisses. ♥
“You stupid stupid stupid man!” Jaejoong was in full rambling-rant mode, and even Yunho was worried about trying to interrupt him, for fear his anger would explode further. That didn’t stop him resisting Jae’s forceful steering, and trying to remove the firm grip on his arm.
“Jae…” He attempted, shooting a pleading look over his shoulder at Junsu who was trailing behind them. Junsu raised his eyebrows in return, folding his arms over his chest. No help there.
“Why would you be such an idiot? You’re always going on at us about our limits and to think reasonably and I so seriously fail to see how any of this was even in the same ball park as ‘reasonable’.” Jaejoong stormed on, unhearing.
“It’s not that bad, Jae.” He tried, but knew they were the wrong words when the grip on his arm tightened and he got a near murderous look in return.
“HOW is it ‘not that bad’? Yunho, it’s your spine. It’s BAD. You break your back doing stupid ass moves like you pulled tonight and then where will you be? Nowhere, that’s where. Not in DBSK, and not with me, for sure. I’d kill you for it first.”
“Jaejoong, you’re over-“
“I am very much not, mister. And if you don’t shut up and start moving I will tell Junsu to hit you over your head and we’ll damn well carry your sorry ass to the bed. And don’t think he won’t either, because I know he will.” Jaejoong went on, casting a narrow-eyed look at Yunho. Behind them, Junsu nodded. Yunho pouted. It was no secret the members feared Jaejoong far more then Yunho, which always made him pout. But one did not cross an angry Jaejoong, and Yunho kept this in mind as he sighed and gave in, going willingly along with Jae now.
They went through the house, Jae making a beeline for the bedroom, ranting all the while. Yunho bore it stoically, wincing a little at not only the drug-dulled pain in his back but also the sharp, cutting words Jaejoong was calling him for his stupidity on stage. It was far easier just to humour Jae for the moment. It wasn’t like his worry wart, mother hen of a lover could keep him there forever.
He sat down obediently on the bed, and Jaejoong made strange clucking noises at him, shoving until he lay down properly. Jae fluffed up the pillows, Yunho restraining himself from rolling his eyes as the singer fussed.
“There now.” Jae said authoritively, sitting down on the bed next to Yunho. He leant forward, looking down at the leader’s small face, his expression suddenly tender. “You nearly gave me a heart attack so many times tonight.” He said softly, eyes filled with worry as the anger faded back. Yunho felt himself melt under the soft gaze.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted… the fans, they deserved to see us all.” Yunho said, reaching up to cup Jae’s face. Jaejoong nuzzled against the hand and brought his own to cup Yunho’s face.
“They do, but baby you’re important too. Important to the fans, to the members, and very very important to me, and none of us want to see you hurt. You push yourself way too hard.” Jaejoong scolded gently, rubbing his thumbs over Yunho’s cheekbones.
With that, he pulled himself down and tenderly brushed his lips against Yunho’s the kiss sweet and soft, their lips parting to each other and a careful, slow kiss ensued that comforted them both.
“Please take care of yourself, Yunnie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Jaejoong’s words whispered across his lips, felt as much as heard, and Yunho pressed another reassuring kiss on him.
“Okay. I’m sorry Boo. I’ll rest now.” He promised, and Jaejoong pulled back slightly, nodding.
“Oh yes, I know you will.” He said, almost sunnily, and Yunho blinked in confusion. Two seconds later, Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin bustled into the room and Changmin handed Jae a strip of fabric. Yunho looked at them all strangely, but before he could say anything, Jaejoong had given the others a nod.
They almost jump on him, each taking a limb, and before Yunho could even protest, he found himself tied to the bed.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” He exclaimed, tugging ineffectively at one of his arm bindings. They all looked down at him smugly.
“Just making sure you rest, hyung.” Yoochun said pleasantly, patting his leg.
“Yep. Wouldn’t want you to accidently get up and wander off, now, would we?” Junsu’s eyes sparkled mischief.
“It’s for your own safety, hyung.” Changmin was smirking, obviously enjoying the whole situation far too much. They all giggled a bit then moved off out of the room, leaving a fuming leadershii and his pleased lover.
“Jaejoong…” Yunho threatened, but Jaejoong just patted his cheek.
“Now now Yunnie. Don’t be such a fusspot. It really is for your own good.” He said, sitting down on the bed again briefly before pulling the rest of his body up and laying down beside Yunho, resting his head on Yunho’s shoulder and kissing his jaw.
“Besides, I promise I’ll keep you entertained.” Was Jaejoong’s final shot, hot in Yunho’s ear and completely quelling any argument that Yunho could have come up with.
“You stupid stupid stupid man!” Jaejoong was in full rambling-rant mode, and even Yunho was worried about trying to interrupt him, for fear his anger would explode further. That didn’t stop him resisting Jae’s forceful steering, and trying to remove the firm grip on his arm.
“Jae…” He attempted, shooting a pleading look over his shoulder at Junsu who was trailing behind them. Junsu raised his eyebrows in return, folding his arms over his chest. No help there.
“Why would you be such an idiot? You’re always going on at us about our limits and to think reasonably and I so seriously fail to see how any of this was even in the same ball park as ‘reasonable’.” Jaejoong stormed on, unhearing.
“It’s not that bad, Jae.” He tried, but knew they were the wrong words when the grip on his arm tightened and he got a near murderous look in return.
“HOW is it ‘not that bad’? Yunho, it’s your spine. It’s BAD. You break your back doing stupid ass moves like you pulled tonight and then where will you be? Nowhere, that’s where. Not in DBSK, and not with me, for sure. I’d kill you for it first.”
“Jaejoong, you’re over-“
“I am very much not, mister. And if you don’t shut up and start moving I will tell Junsu to hit you over your head and we’ll damn well carry your sorry ass to the bed. And don’t think he won’t either, because I know he will.” Jaejoong went on, casting a narrow-eyed look at Yunho. Behind them, Junsu nodded. Yunho pouted. It was no secret the members feared Jaejoong far more then Yunho, which always made him pout. But one did not cross an angry Jaejoong, and Yunho kept this in mind as he sighed and gave in, going willingly along with Jae now.
They went through the house, Jae making a beeline for the bedroom, ranting all the while. Yunho bore it stoically, wincing a little at not only the drug-dulled pain in his back but also the sharp, cutting words Jaejoong was calling him for his stupidity on stage. It was far easier just to humour Jae for the moment. It wasn’t like his worry wart, mother hen of a lover could keep him there forever.
He sat down obediently on the bed, and Jaejoong made strange clucking noises at him, shoving until he lay down properly. Jae fluffed up the pillows, Yunho restraining himself from rolling his eyes as the singer fussed.
“There now.” Jae said authoritively, sitting down on the bed next to Yunho. He leant forward, looking down at the leader’s small face, his expression suddenly tender. “You nearly gave me a heart attack so many times tonight.” He said softly, eyes filled with worry as the anger faded back. Yunho felt himself melt under the soft gaze.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted… the fans, they deserved to see us all.” Yunho said, reaching up to cup Jae’s face. Jaejoong nuzzled against the hand and brought his own to cup Yunho’s face.
“They do, but baby you’re important too. Important to the fans, to the members, and very very important to me, and none of us want to see you hurt. You push yourself way too hard.” Jaejoong scolded gently, rubbing his thumbs over Yunho’s cheekbones.
With that, he pulled himself down and tenderly brushed his lips against Yunho’s the kiss sweet and soft, their lips parting to each other and a careful, slow kiss ensued that comforted them both.
“Please take care of yourself, Yunnie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Jaejoong’s words whispered across his lips, felt as much as heard, and Yunho pressed another reassuring kiss on him.
“Okay. I’m sorry Boo. I’ll rest now.” He promised, and Jaejoong pulled back slightly, nodding.
“Oh yes, I know you will.” He said, almost sunnily, and Yunho blinked in confusion. Two seconds later, Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin bustled into the room and Changmin handed Jae a strip of fabric. Yunho looked at them all strangely, but before he could say anything, Jaejoong had given the others a nod.
They almost jump on him, each taking a limb, and before Yunho could even protest, he found himself tied to the bed.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” He exclaimed, tugging ineffectively at one of his arm bindings. They all looked down at him smugly.
“Just making sure you rest, hyung.” Yoochun said pleasantly, patting his leg.
“Yep. Wouldn’t want you to accidently get up and wander off, now, would we?” Junsu’s eyes sparkled mischief.
“It’s for your own safety, hyung.” Changmin was smirking, obviously enjoying the whole situation far too much. They all giggled a bit then moved off out of the room, leaving a fuming leadershii and his pleased lover.
“Jaejoong…” Yunho threatened, but Jaejoong just patted his cheek.
“Now now Yunnie. Don’t be such a fusspot. It really is for your own good.” He said, sitting down on the bed again briefly before pulling the rest of his body up and laying down beside Yunho, resting his head on Yunho’s shoulder and kissing his jaw.
“Besides, I promise I’ll keep you entertained.” Was Jaejoong’s final shot, hot in Yunho’s ear and completely quelling any argument that Yunho could have come up with.