On the Other Side of You (2/?)
Title: On the Other Side of You
Author: orionsroad
Rating: Hard R, moving up to NC17 soonish. (this chapter, PG13)
Form: Chaptered, 2/?
Pairings: Uhm. YunhoxYoungWoong, Yoosu. For now.
Genre: crack, smut, AU.
Summary: After the club, Yunho is set on finding out more. And he does, just not in the way he'd expected...
Chapter 1
(quick note: A bloke is a guy/man/dude... and a cad is like a 'player' I guess... sorry. I tend to use Aus/british slang a lot. If there's anything else I may have written you don't get, let me know!!)
When Yunho woke up, it was too early. He muzzily grumbled to himself, turned over and tried to go back to sleep.
Two minutes and 28 seconds later, he sat bolt upright, eyes wide, as he suddenly remembered every single second of last night. Holy shit, he thought, staring at the dresser across from his bed. I made out with an incredibly hot guy last night, He rubbed the back of his head, remembering the feeling of the bricks on the wall of the club, and the feeling of that hot mouth around him, and I don’t even know who he is. And that was the kicker. The one time he actually wanted to know something about someone he’d swapped bodily fluids with, and the guy had just disappeared into thin air (or rather, an incredibly packed nightclub. When seen as the later, it was more understandable) without a word.
Yunho had spent nearly the next hour going over every part of the club, looking for Youngwoong, but the guy was not to be found anywhere. He’d even asked one of the bartenders, who had just given him a strange look and told him they got hundreds of people through in a night, how could they remember one random guy? Yunho didn’t quite understand that, because Youngwoong had not just been some random guy, or else he wouldn’t have been so damn intriguing.
But, no matter, Yunho would have his curiosity sated - he’d just have to it the less direct way. He nodded to himself decisively, getting out of bed after some wrestling with his seriously mussed up bed sheets, and heading to the shower to go through his morning regime rather hurriedly. There was more then one way to skin a cat, or in this case, bag a babe, and Yunho thought it was time to consult his secret weapon.
“Yoochun, where are you?” Was Yunho’s greeting, not even waiting for his friend to say ‘hello’.
“Uh, the cafeteria - I’m with -” Yoochun began to answer.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Yunho said hurriedly before hanging up without so much as a ‘bye’.
“-Junsu.” Yoochun finished, but he was talking to a dial tone. Damnit. This was his ‘Su time! Not Yunho time. He humphed in a disgruntled manner, and Junsu pressed up against his side.
“What’s wrong? Who was that?” The younger boy asked, resting his head on Yoochun’s shoulder.
“Yunho. Seems like he’s not dead after all… he’ll be here soon.” Yoochun explained, a tad regretfully as he wrapped his arm around Junsu’s shoulders. They’d both wondered where the hell Yunho had disappeared off to the night before - they weren’t able to find him anywhere in the club when they’d left, and phone inquiries had just resulted in a message that shed very little light on anything other then he was still alive and that they should leave without him. So they had, assuming he’d finally found himself a girl. Except that Junsu decided to be terribly witty and come up with a hundred less pleasant things that could have happened to their friend, leaving Yoochun wanting to throttle his boyfriend’s overly morbid mind.
It was about seven minutes later when Yunho came striding over to them in the cafeteria, looking very purposeful and far too energetic. Yoochun, despite not really appreciating the intrusion on his ‘Su time, had to grin.
“Oooh, someone got laid last night.” He said conspiritavely to Junsu, who also checked Yunho out and giggled.
“Oh! He did, didn’t he!” Junsu exclaimed quietly, just as Yunho arrived their table.
“Enjoy yourself last night, did you?” Yoochun teased his friend, and Yunho grinned widely at him.
“Very much so.” He replied toothily, grinning all the more for the echoing words of the previous night. He felt great.
“Ah, another one succumbs to the Yunho charm!” Junsu lamented dramatically, smiling cheekily at Yunho.
Somewhere in the back of his head, where his more honest thoughts lurked, he rather thought it might have been him that succumbed to Youngwoong’s charm, but he didn’t say that out loud, or even try to think it out loud to himself. Instead, he turned to Yoochun. Despite both Yoochun and he being total social butterflies, Yunho very rarely deigned anyone to be worthy of memory, and so did not remember people’s names or much about them at all unless there was special occasion to. Yoochun on the other hand, seemed to know everyone and everything about everyone. Yunho had no idea where his friend sourced his information, but even in high school, Yoochun was the first to know about the new kid, from their hair colour to their sexual history, and was always full of sometimes entirely useless, sometimes rather juicy, gossip about anyone who was anyone in their school or the surrounding areas.
And so, Yunho figured it was time to make use of his friend’s knowledge and find out about this damn boy that had stolen his rational mind and done something drastic to his libido.
“Chun - I need to know about this guy called Youngwoong.”
“Youngwoong?” Junsu repeated, looking bemused. “What a daft name. Hero? Who names their kid ‘hero’?” Yunho blinked at the younger boy, not even having thought about the literal meaning of the name. For now, all ‘youngwoong’ meant to him was that gorgeous face and the mind blowing pleasure now associated with it.
Yoochun, meanwhile, was regarding him with a puzzled look. Yunho rarely cared to get to know anyone outside his usual little circle of friends, so asking after some guy was quite unusual. He doubted that Yunho cared if whoever his friend had laid last night had a boyfriend, so that was out, and he didn’t seem angry or annoyed when he said the name, so he wasn’t looking to beat the guy up and Yoochun couldn’t really think of any other reason Yunho could have. That wasn’t the only curious thing. Yoochun could honestly say he’d never heard of anyone called Youngwoong. Junsu was right, it was an odd name, and he was sure he would have remembered it if he’d ever even heard it spoken before. But it rung no bells what so ever. And Yoochun liked to think he knew, or at least knew of, most of the interesting young people in the area.
“Yunho… I don’t know anyone by the name of Youngwoong.” Yoochun said slowly, and Yunho’s expectant look changed to that of surprise.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean I’ve never head the name before!” Yoochun said, now really wondering what was up with this guy that had Yunho so interested.
“Bu-but you know everyone!” Yunho exclaimed incredulously.
“Well, I don’t know this guy!” Yoochun snapped back, a little put out.
“Jeeze, desperate much?” Junsu put in helpfully, and Yunho glared at him half-heartedly.
“Damnit… but if you don’t know him… how the hell am I expected to find him again?!” Yunho practically wailed. Yoochun and Junsu stared. This was so unlike Yunho it was getting a bit creepy.
“You really need to find him that bad? What did he do to you?” Yoochun asked curiously as Yunho blithered.
“He.. he… I don’t know! He does this thing with his tongue… and oh my god, I have to find him. He can tie a double knot in a cherry stem.” Yunho extolled, looking halfway desperate and halfway dreamy. Junsu was, meanwhile, looking suitably impressed about he cherry stem, and Yoochun was gaping.
“Wait a sec- back the hell up. Thing with his tongue?! Yunho, you cad, did you start paddling upstream while I wasn’t looking and do the dirty with a bloke?!” Yoochun practically crowed. Yunho pouted and deflated into his seat a little, eyeing Yoochun.
“… I might have.” He muttered reluctantly, before sighing. “Damnit, I don’t know Chunnie… it was just him. He’s… not like other guys.” To put it mildly. “I just really want to find him again.” He added somewhat miserably. The shoe had never really even gotten near his feet before, and now it wasn’t just on the other foot, it was on his head. He’d never been the one that had to chase anyone -they always flocked to him in droves and he could pick, use and discard any girl as he pleased. But now… now, he was going completely insane because of a too-pretty boy in a dance club. Admittedly, he gave the best damn blowjobs this side of the planet, but still - it was just some boy.
Yunho groaned loudly and beat his head on the table, earning the group of three friends some strange looks from the surrounding tables. Junsu calmly pushed his biology book between Yunho and the table, which was only slightly less hard, but ended up stopping Yunho anyway. Yoochun patted him on the shoulder, and the pair proceeded to come up with increasingly more wild and improbable ways to track down Youngwoong. An hour later, he left them alone after a particularly unhelpful idea involving SWOT teams and three white kittens, and wandered off, feeling no less confused but at least a little better about the whole situation for his friends’ cajoling.
He wondered the likelihood of Youngwoong being in the club again that night. Was it too… desperate and sad if he went and tried to find the boy again? The damn siren just wouldn’t leave him alone, and he was sure he’d go mad if he wasn’t able to see him again. It wasn’t like he was… stalking the guy, or anything so ridiculous. He was just curious. Yeah, curious, that was it. He was a good dancer, and something novel for Yunho to pursue for a while. He’d been driven desperate by the dried up river of pretty girls, and well, if a pretty boy turned his head momentarily, what did it matter?
Lost in these comforting thoughts, he walked passed the large building that housed the university library and turned right into the lane that led up to the computer labs. Only, as he turned the blind corner, he walked straight into someone else, who fell back a step with an ‘oof’, even as Yunho tried to keep from falling into a hedge. Looking up, he was about to yell at the person to watch where they were damn well going when he found himself confronted by large liquid eyes, succulent full lips and soft white snowy skin. The thick rimmed black glasses hadn’t been there last night, nor the really damn fugly flannel shirt, but there was no mistaking that face.
“Youngwoong?!” Yunho exclaimed. There was no way it could be anyone else… but what kind of coincidence was it to bump into him here, in the middle of his university, just as he was thinking of him? And damn, what the hell was the guy wearing? If Yunho didn’t know what a bombshell was under all that rather frumpy get up, he wouldn’t have given the guy a second glance. He was certainly a far cry from the sensuous, slinky sexpot of last night.
The boy’s eyes had widened in confusion, obviously having expected to be yelled at in a different manner, not have some random name shouted at his face. He looked around himself, as if there was someone standing right behind him or something. Finding no one else there, and Yunho still staring at him, he shook his head rapidly with little motions.
“J-Jaejoong.” He fumbled out. Yunho frowned. What?
“Youngwoong Jaejoong?” he repeated, and the boy shook his head more.
“Kim Jaejoong…” The boy said bewilderedly.
“Not Youngwoong?” Yunho pressed, skeptical this boy could be anyone else.
“No… Jaejoong…?” Even the boy was now sounding unsure of himself, as if his name maybe was Youngwoong but nobody had ever thought to tell him before.
Yunho eyed him skeptically, peering into the large, befuddled eyes half obscured by rather thick glasses, and tried to gauge if he was lying or what. But all he could find in this ‘Kim Jaejoong’s face was surprise, maybe a touch of fear and enough confusion to fill a swimming pool.
“What the fuck?”
Author: orionsroad
Rating: Hard R, moving up to NC17 soonish. (this chapter, PG13)
Form: Chaptered, 2/?
Pairings: Uhm. YunhoxYoungWoong, Yoosu. For now.
Genre: crack, smut, AU.
Summary: After the club, Yunho is set on finding out more. And he does, just not in the way he'd expected...
Chapter 1
(quick note: A bloke is a guy/man/dude... and a cad is like a 'player' I guess... sorry. I tend to use Aus/british slang a lot. If there's anything else I may have written you don't get, let me know!!)
When Yunho woke up, it was too early. He muzzily grumbled to himself, turned over and tried to go back to sleep.
Two minutes and 28 seconds later, he sat bolt upright, eyes wide, as he suddenly remembered every single second of last night. Holy shit, he thought, staring at the dresser across from his bed. I made out with an incredibly hot guy last night, He rubbed the back of his head, remembering the feeling of the bricks on the wall of the club, and the feeling of that hot mouth around him, and I don’t even know who he is. And that was the kicker. The one time he actually wanted to know something about someone he’d swapped bodily fluids with, and the guy had just disappeared into thin air (or rather, an incredibly packed nightclub. When seen as the later, it was more understandable) without a word.
Yunho had spent nearly the next hour going over every part of the club, looking for Youngwoong, but the guy was not to be found anywhere. He’d even asked one of the bartenders, who had just given him a strange look and told him they got hundreds of people through in a night, how could they remember one random guy? Yunho didn’t quite understand that, because Youngwoong had not just been some random guy, or else he wouldn’t have been so damn intriguing.
But, no matter, Yunho would have his curiosity sated - he’d just have to it the less direct way. He nodded to himself decisively, getting out of bed after some wrestling with his seriously mussed up bed sheets, and heading to the shower to go through his morning regime rather hurriedly. There was more then one way to skin a cat, or in this case, bag a babe, and Yunho thought it was time to consult his secret weapon.
“Yoochun, where are you?” Was Yunho’s greeting, not even waiting for his friend to say ‘hello’.
“Uh, the cafeteria - I’m with -” Yoochun began to answer.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Yunho said hurriedly before hanging up without so much as a ‘bye’.
“-Junsu.” Yoochun finished, but he was talking to a dial tone. Damnit. This was his ‘Su time! Not Yunho time. He humphed in a disgruntled manner, and Junsu pressed up against his side.
“What’s wrong? Who was that?” The younger boy asked, resting his head on Yoochun’s shoulder.
“Yunho. Seems like he’s not dead after all… he’ll be here soon.” Yoochun explained, a tad regretfully as he wrapped his arm around Junsu’s shoulders. They’d both wondered where the hell Yunho had disappeared off to the night before - they weren’t able to find him anywhere in the club when they’d left, and phone inquiries had just resulted in a message that shed very little light on anything other then he was still alive and that they should leave without him. So they had, assuming he’d finally found himself a girl. Except that Junsu decided to be terribly witty and come up with a hundred less pleasant things that could have happened to their friend, leaving Yoochun wanting to throttle his boyfriend’s overly morbid mind.
It was about seven minutes later when Yunho came striding over to them in the cafeteria, looking very purposeful and far too energetic. Yoochun, despite not really appreciating the intrusion on his ‘Su time, had to grin.
“Oooh, someone got laid last night.” He said conspiritavely to Junsu, who also checked Yunho out and giggled.
“Oh! He did, didn’t he!” Junsu exclaimed quietly, just as Yunho arrived their table.
“Enjoy yourself last night, did you?” Yoochun teased his friend, and Yunho grinned widely at him.
“Very much so.” He replied toothily, grinning all the more for the echoing words of the previous night. He felt great.
“Ah, another one succumbs to the Yunho charm!” Junsu lamented dramatically, smiling cheekily at Yunho.
Somewhere in the back of his head, where his more honest thoughts lurked, he rather thought it might have been him that succumbed to Youngwoong’s charm, but he didn’t say that out loud, or even try to think it out loud to himself. Instead, he turned to Yoochun. Despite both Yoochun and he being total social butterflies, Yunho very rarely deigned anyone to be worthy of memory, and so did not remember people’s names or much about them at all unless there was special occasion to. Yoochun on the other hand, seemed to know everyone and everything about everyone. Yunho had no idea where his friend sourced his information, but even in high school, Yoochun was the first to know about the new kid, from their hair colour to their sexual history, and was always full of sometimes entirely useless, sometimes rather juicy, gossip about anyone who was anyone in their school or the surrounding areas.
And so, Yunho figured it was time to make use of his friend’s knowledge and find out about this damn boy that had stolen his rational mind and done something drastic to his libido.
“Chun - I need to know about this guy called Youngwoong.”
“Youngwoong?” Junsu repeated, looking bemused. “What a daft name. Hero? Who names their kid ‘hero’?” Yunho blinked at the younger boy, not even having thought about the literal meaning of the name. For now, all ‘youngwoong’ meant to him was that gorgeous face and the mind blowing pleasure now associated with it.
Yoochun, meanwhile, was regarding him with a puzzled look. Yunho rarely cared to get to know anyone outside his usual little circle of friends, so asking after some guy was quite unusual. He doubted that Yunho cared if whoever his friend had laid last night had a boyfriend, so that was out, and he didn’t seem angry or annoyed when he said the name, so he wasn’t looking to beat the guy up and Yoochun couldn’t really think of any other reason Yunho could have. That wasn’t the only curious thing. Yoochun could honestly say he’d never heard of anyone called Youngwoong. Junsu was right, it was an odd name, and he was sure he would have remembered it if he’d ever even heard it spoken before. But it rung no bells what so ever. And Yoochun liked to think he knew, or at least knew of, most of the interesting young people in the area.
“Yunho… I don’t know anyone by the name of Youngwoong.” Yoochun said slowly, and Yunho’s expectant look changed to that of surprise.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean I’ve never head the name before!” Yoochun said, now really wondering what was up with this guy that had Yunho so interested.
“Bu-but you know everyone!” Yunho exclaimed incredulously.
“Well, I don’t know this guy!” Yoochun snapped back, a little put out.
“Jeeze, desperate much?” Junsu put in helpfully, and Yunho glared at him half-heartedly.
“Damnit… but if you don’t know him… how the hell am I expected to find him again?!” Yunho practically wailed. Yoochun and Junsu stared. This was so unlike Yunho it was getting a bit creepy.
“You really need to find him that bad? What did he do to you?” Yoochun asked curiously as Yunho blithered.
“He.. he… I don’t know! He does this thing with his tongue… and oh my god, I have to find him. He can tie a double knot in a cherry stem.” Yunho extolled, looking halfway desperate and halfway dreamy. Junsu was, meanwhile, looking suitably impressed about he cherry stem, and Yoochun was gaping.
“Wait a sec- back the hell up. Thing with his tongue?! Yunho, you cad, did you start paddling upstream while I wasn’t looking and do the dirty with a bloke?!” Yoochun practically crowed. Yunho pouted and deflated into his seat a little, eyeing Yoochun.
“… I might have.” He muttered reluctantly, before sighing. “Damnit, I don’t know Chunnie… it was just him. He’s… not like other guys.” To put it mildly. “I just really want to find him again.” He added somewhat miserably. The shoe had never really even gotten near his feet before, and now it wasn’t just on the other foot, it was on his head. He’d never been the one that had to chase anyone -they always flocked to him in droves and he could pick, use and discard any girl as he pleased. But now… now, he was going completely insane because of a too-pretty boy in a dance club. Admittedly, he gave the best damn blowjobs this side of the planet, but still - it was just some boy.
Yunho groaned loudly and beat his head on the table, earning the group of three friends some strange looks from the surrounding tables. Junsu calmly pushed his biology book between Yunho and the table, which was only slightly less hard, but ended up stopping Yunho anyway. Yoochun patted him on the shoulder, and the pair proceeded to come up with increasingly more wild and improbable ways to track down Youngwoong. An hour later, he left them alone after a particularly unhelpful idea involving SWOT teams and three white kittens, and wandered off, feeling no less confused but at least a little better about the whole situation for his friends’ cajoling.
He wondered the likelihood of Youngwoong being in the club again that night. Was it too… desperate and sad if he went and tried to find the boy again? The damn siren just wouldn’t leave him alone, and he was sure he’d go mad if he wasn’t able to see him again. It wasn’t like he was… stalking the guy, or anything so ridiculous. He was just curious. Yeah, curious, that was it. He was a good dancer, and something novel for Yunho to pursue for a while. He’d been driven desperate by the dried up river of pretty girls, and well, if a pretty boy turned his head momentarily, what did it matter?
Lost in these comforting thoughts, he walked passed the large building that housed the university library and turned right into the lane that led up to the computer labs. Only, as he turned the blind corner, he walked straight into someone else, who fell back a step with an ‘oof’, even as Yunho tried to keep from falling into a hedge. Looking up, he was about to yell at the person to watch where they were damn well going when he found himself confronted by large liquid eyes, succulent full lips and soft white snowy skin. The thick rimmed black glasses hadn’t been there last night, nor the really damn fugly flannel shirt, but there was no mistaking that face.
“Youngwoong?!” Yunho exclaimed. There was no way it could be anyone else… but what kind of coincidence was it to bump into him here, in the middle of his university, just as he was thinking of him? And damn, what the hell was the guy wearing? If Yunho didn’t know what a bombshell was under all that rather frumpy get up, he wouldn’t have given the guy a second glance. He was certainly a far cry from the sensuous, slinky sexpot of last night.
The boy’s eyes had widened in confusion, obviously having expected to be yelled at in a different manner, not have some random name shouted at his face. He looked around himself, as if there was someone standing right behind him or something. Finding no one else there, and Yunho still staring at him, he shook his head rapidly with little motions.
“J-Jaejoong.” He fumbled out. Yunho frowned. What?
“Youngwoong Jaejoong?” he repeated, and the boy shook his head more.
“Kim Jaejoong…” The boy said bewilderedly.
“Not Youngwoong?” Yunho pressed, skeptical this boy could be anyone else.
“No… Jaejoong…?” Even the boy was now sounding unsure of himself, as if his name maybe was Youngwoong but nobody had ever thought to tell him before.
Yunho eyed him skeptically, peering into the large, befuddled eyes half obscured by rather thick glasses, and tried to gauge if he was lying or what. But all he could find in this ‘Kim Jaejoong’s face was surprise, maybe a touch of fear and enough confusion to fill a swimming pool.
“What the fuck?”