Kiss 11
Warning - ridiculously aegyo Yunho. ^^;
Jaejoong was lost in the intrigue of the pinnacle of a murder mystery, his eyes glued to the page and eagerly speeding through words, when the bed dipped near his feet and someone nudged his legs apart. His concentration totally blown, he lifted his book a little higher and peaked down to see who was crawling over his body.
Yunho’s expression resembled that of a kicked, starved and toy-deprived puppy, his lower lip jutting out in a terrible pout as he wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and buried his head into the worn baby blue fabric of his t-shirt.
Jaejoong’s eyebrows raised slightly as his head tipped sideways slightly, contemplating the sulking leadershii presently trying to burrow into his bellybutton. Yunho’s nose poked a rib as the dancer nuzzled him, sinking his weight onto Jaejoong completely. Nothing else was forthcoming however, so Jaejoong just blinked and brought his book back down, trying to find his spot again. The murderer was soon to be caught, he could just feel it.
Two pages on, just when Jaejoong was getting thoroughly lost in his anticipation, a wuff of warm air filtered in through his shirt and tickled his side, making him squirm slightly.
“The world hates me.” Was the muffled declaration against his shirt.
Fingers twitching, Jae peered under his book again to see the fluffy hair of his lover adorning his chest.
“No it doesn’t. In fact, there are scary amounts of people out there completely infatuated with you.” He replied eventually. He got a long, pained moan in reply. Feeling like this wasn’t going to be the most stimulating of conversations, his eyes wandered back to his book, making a vain attempt at getting back into the mood of it.
“Changmin hates me.” Yunho argued back. Jaejoong just patted his back absently.
“You broke his laptop Yunho, I think he has a right to hate you for a little while.” He replied. The housekeeper? No no no, it couldn’t be - she had an alibi!
“Junsu hates me too.”
“Mm-hm…” Jaejong murmured, turning the page. “You keep calling him ‘dolphin’. You know he hates that.”
“But he’s so cute sometimes!” Yunho protested. Jaejoong scritched the base of his scalp but made no reply. Yunho snuffled to himself, rubbing his face against Jae’s belly harder and bunching up the fabric.
“And Yoochun hates me as well.” He lamented.
No answer. Yunho heard the turning of pages and jerked his head up. He found his lover’s face completely blocked by a book, the lead singer’s fingers slack against his shoulder in a complete disregard of Yunho’s pain.
“YAH! You’re not even listening to me!” Yunho yelped indignantly, pouting five times harder.
Jaejoong sighed heavily, lowering the book in defeat. There was no way he was going to be able to read in peace until Yunho was satisfied. He’d just keep whining until Jaejoong paid attention. Hah, Jaejoong thought to himself. If only the fans could see the great and mighty leadershii now!
Yunho was squirming around on top of him like an impatient two year old, poking at him and making these pathetic noises that put Junsu at his best to shame.
“Yunho, I’ve got no idea why Yoochun is mad at you - you have to have done something to him.” He said patiently.
Yunho lipped a fold of Jae’s shirt into his mouth, gnawing on it a moment before Jaejoong realised what he was doing and made a disgusted face, hitting him on the shoulder. “Gross Yunho! Don’t do that… eurgh, now there’s a big wet patch on my stomach!” Jaejoong exclaimed, looking in horror at the tooth-marked, wet bit of shirt. Yunho looked up at him sheepishly.
“You’re so weird!” Jaejoong accused. Yunho huffed and poked him in the side, causing him to yelp.
“Some boyfriend you are! I come to you in my hour of need and you ignore me and abuse me!”
“Hour of need my ass. Three people is hardly the world, Yunho.” Jaejoong shot back, rolling his eyes.
“It practically is! They’re my band mates… they shouldn’t hate me!” Yunho wailed, and Jaejoong snorted at his melodrama.
“Pshaw. What am I then, chopped liver?” He asked indignantly.
“Of course not,” Yunho reassured hurriedly, petting Jae’s stomach. “You’re at least pâté.” He stated with a nod.
Jaejoong huffed, and rolled his eyes. Definitely weird.
“And what, exactly, do you want me to do about it? I’m so not getting between you and the boys. Again.” He said pointedly. Yunho walked his fingers around on Jaejoong’s shirt, reverting back to his two year old self once more.
“But… but… they hate me!” Yunho whined, staring fixedly at a loose thread on the hem of the t shirt, pout out in a vengeance.
“Oh, come here, you stupid, silly man.” Reaching down, Jaejoong tugged up his lover until they were face to face. He kissed him on the tip of his nose, and then, before Yunho could whine anymore, pressed a kiss to the pouty lower lip presented to him.
Five minutes later, when they finally ran out of breath, Yunho snuggled down next to Jae. His nose pressed into Jae's neck, and he was emitting a contented humming nose.
“Better?” Jaejoong asked, somewhat breathlessly.
“Much.” He responded with, sounding quite pleased with himself.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes again, wrapping one arm around Yunho’s shoulder.
He used the other to retrieve his book.
Jaejoong was lost in the intrigue of the pinnacle of a murder mystery, his eyes glued to the page and eagerly speeding through words, when the bed dipped near his feet and someone nudged his legs apart. His concentration totally blown, he lifted his book a little higher and peaked down to see who was crawling over his body.
Yunho’s expression resembled that of a kicked, starved and toy-deprived puppy, his lower lip jutting out in a terrible pout as he wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and buried his head into the worn baby blue fabric of his t-shirt.
Jaejoong’s eyebrows raised slightly as his head tipped sideways slightly, contemplating the sulking leadershii presently trying to burrow into his bellybutton. Yunho’s nose poked a rib as the dancer nuzzled him, sinking his weight onto Jaejoong completely. Nothing else was forthcoming however, so Jaejoong just blinked and brought his book back down, trying to find his spot again. The murderer was soon to be caught, he could just feel it.
Two pages on, just when Jaejoong was getting thoroughly lost in his anticipation, a wuff of warm air filtered in through his shirt and tickled his side, making him squirm slightly.
“The world hates me.” Was the muffled declaration against his shirt.
Fingers twitching, Jae peered under his book again to see the fluffy hair of his lover adorning his chest.
“No it doesn’t. In fact, there are scary amounts of people out there completely infatuated with you.” He replied eventually. He got a long, pained moan in reply. Feeling like this wasn’t going to be the most stimulating of conversations, his eyes wandered back to his book, making a vain attempt at getting back into the mood of it.
“Changmin hates me.” Yunho argued back. Jaejoong just patted his back absently.
“You broke his laptop Yunho, I think he has a right to hate you for a little while.” He replied. The housekeeper? No no no, it couldn’t be - she had an alibi!
“Junsu hates me too.”
“Mm-hm…” Jaejong murmured, turning the page. “You keep calling him ‘dolphin’. You know he hates that.”
“But he’s so cute sometimes!” Yunho protested. Jaejoong scritched the base of his scalp but made no reply. Yunho snuffled to himself, rubbing his face against Jae’s belly harder and bunching up the fabric.
“And Yoochun hates me as well.” He lamented.
No answer. Yunho heard the turning of pages and jerked his head up. He found his lover’s face completely blocked by a book, the lead singer’s fingers slack against his shoulder in a complete disregard of Yunho’s pain.
“YAH! You’re not even listening to me!” Yunho yelped indignantly, pouting five times harder.
Jaejoong sighed heavily, lowering the book in defeat. There was no way he was going to be able to read in peace until Yunho was satisfied. He’d just keep whining until Jaejoong paid attention. Hah, Jaejoong thought to himself. If only the fans could see the great and mighty leadershii now!
Yunho was squirming around on top of him like an impatient two year old, poking at him and making these pathetic noises that put Junsu at his best to shame.
“Yunho, I’ve got no idea why Yoochun is mad at you - you have to have done something to him.” He said patiently.
Yunho lipped a fold of Jae’s shirt into his mouth, gnawing on it a moment before Jaejoong realised what he was doing and made a disgusted face, hitting him on the shoulder. “Gross Yunho! Don’t do that… eurgh, now there’s a big wet patch on my stomach!” Jaejoong exclaimed, looking in horror at the tooth-marked, wet bit of shirt. Yunho looked up at him sheepishly.
“You’re so weird!” Jaejoong accused. Yunho huffed and poked him in the side, causing him to yelp.
“Some boyfriend you are! I come to you in my hour of need and you ignore me and abuse me!”
“Hour of need my ass. Three people is hardly the world, Yunho.” Jaejoong shot back, rolling his eyes.
“It practically is! They’re my band mates… they shouldn’t hate me!” Yunho wailed, and Jaejoong snorted at his melodrama.
“Pshaw. What am I then, chopped liver?” He asked indignantly.
“Of course not,” Yunho reassured hurriedly, petting Jae’s stomach. “You’re at least pâté.” He stated with a nod.
Jaejoong huffed, and rolled his eyes. Definitely weird.
“And what, exactly, do you want me to do about it? I’m so not getting between you and the boys. Again.” He said pointedly. Yunho walked his fingers around on Jaejoong’s shirt, reverting back to his two year old self once more.
“But… but… they hate me!” Yunho whined, staring fixedly at a loose thread on the hem of the t shirt, pout out in a vengeance.
“Oh, come here, you stupid, silly man.” Reaching down, Jaejoong tugged up his lover until they were face to face. He kissed him on the tip of his nose, and then, before Yunho could whine anymore, pressed a kiss to the pouty lower lip presented to him.
Five minutes later, when they finally ran out of breath, Yunho snuggled down next to Jae. His nose pressed into Jae's neck, and he was emitting a contented humming nose.
“Better?” Jaejoong asked, somewhat breathlessly.
“Much.” He responded with, sounding quite pleased with himself.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes again, wrapping one arm around Yunho’s shoulder.
He used the other to retrieve his book.