What Happens in Vegas (oneshot)
Title: What Happens in Vegas
Pairings: YunJae
Form: Oneshot
Genre: Fluff, somewhat cracky
Words: 1789
Summary: Yoochun, Jaejoong, the Strip, and time off... shake, don't stir, and you get Yunho, hatching Silly Ideas in the place all Silly Ideas originate from. Vegas.
A/N: Don't ask me wtf this is, I don't know. I found it in one of my fic files (I have random word files with pages of 'scraps' that I've written and sometimes come back to to finish)... I think I wrote it originally for one of Yunjae Challenge rounds but sumitted somethinge else. Actually, there are two versions of this same story line... the other version isn't finished, but I think I'd like to finish it someday. Anyway, for now... you get this... thing. ^^;
Vegas itself is… different; a cornucopia of sight and sound that their senses struggle to deal with. Yoochun’s plea for a visit to the Bellagio is promptly turned down by their manager, who's mind is no doubt filled with images of the shenanigans that the five of them could cook up, supplied with fancy cocktails and gambling chips. They are allowed to go shopping though, which delights both Yoochun and Jaejoong but spells doom for the other three members.
A little shopping they can deal with, but pair together Yoochun and Jaejoong, add in a foreign city teeming with tourist-trap shopping malls the size of stadiums… and well, it was hard to imagine anyone being able to cope with the results.
They’re in the middle of an epic shopping spree when Yunho’s wandering mind stumbles upon a thought that it won’t let go of.
He’s standing outside a store, a clothing one, his observant mind notes absently, with innumerable bags slung over his arms and held in his hands. Junsu is beside him, whining unabashedly as he is similarly adorned with heavy bags. Inside, Yoochun, Changmin and Jaejoong are likely perusing every item available and having detailed discussions about each piece. Yunho at least thinks that’s what they must be doing, for how long they’re taking.
So he’s standing there like a coat hanger, staring off into space and ignoring Junsu best he can, when his eyes settle on the jewellery shop diagonally across from him. The gold and diamonds in the display shine merrily in the afternoon sun, and somehow their twinkling sets off a spark in Yunho’s mind. He stiffens as the thought blooms, mind beginning to race with more activity then it’s seen all day.
By the time the three are done, the plan is near fully fledged, and as they shuffle (slowly, given the weight they’re all borne down with) towards their next shopping destination, Yunho manages to cut Yoochun from the pack.
“Yoochun, I need your help.” He says gravely. Yoochun’s face lights up visibly at the thought of ‘a plan’, and near blinds Yunho when he finds out ‘the’ plan.
“Of course! You can count on me, hyung!” He trills gleefully. Yunho gives him a smile, which then broadens evilly. Just a little bit.
“Good. Then you can take some of these bags.” He says, and manages to unload a good half of them onto the younger man before Yoochun can come up with some sort of decent sounding excuse.
By the time Yunho rejoins them, there are even more bags. Yoochun winks at him, and Yunho doesn’t know whether to be pleased or offended that Jaejoong seems not to have noticed his absence at all. In any case, his mission has been accomplished, and he is rejuvenated enough to be able to suffer through the rest of the afternoon without so much as a complaint about his aching arms.
Jaejoong smiles at him, arms laden with even more bags, and rewards his patience with a quick press of his lips in an inconspicuous shop corner just before they pile into their car to get back to the hotel. He’s warm and solid next to Yunho as they sit in the back seat, squashed up to fit everyone and everything in.
Yunho had somehow wrangled their sleeping arrangements so as to have them room together. He’d made a long and impressive speech about the fact that nobody knew where they were, they were in America, the hotel staff didn’t know who they were… and any other possible thing he could think of. Jaejoong privately thought their manager had only given in just to shut Yunho up.
He waits, patiently, through the group’s chaotic room-order dinner, full of their staff and everyone else and with enough food to feed a football team.
He waits, patiently, as Changmin kidnaps Jaejoong for something or other after dinner, but is ever so pathetically grateful when Yoochun returns the wayward singer to his door only fifteen minutes later. He’s not sure what Yoochun bribed their youngest with, but the composer just winks, and slaps Jae on the ass as he leaves. Jaejoong puffs up indignantly, but Yoochun is far to quick to be caught, and so Jaejoong just rolls his eyes.
He waits, patiently, as Jaejoong takes a long shower and emerges in a cloud of sandalwood smelling steam, wearing his newly purchased soft, comfy PJ bottoms. Yunho makes his own shower relatively brief, and crawls onto Jae’s bed, budging him over so that they can twine up together and watch America’s Next Top Model. Complete with scathing commentary of course, all of which is very amusing for both of them.
After that, Yunho turns off the TV, and flops back onto the bed. Jae elbows him roughly for taking up too much space, causing Yunho to ‘oof’ and whimper like a kicked puppy. Which only gets him another elbow in the gut.
Giving up on that argument, Yunho rolls off the bed and picks up his bag, fishing through it til he gets to the rolled up boxy paper bag from the store. It’s all nice and fancy with a gold embossed logo and made of solid good-quality paper, but he just drops it on the ground after he’s retrieved what’s inside.
“Jae.” He calls, and sits on the bed, folding his legs under him and wiggling his toes into the doona. Jae smooshes his face into the pillow a little more before hauling himself upright, realising Yunho actually does want to say something and not just whine.
“What?”
“Well. I bought something today as well.” Yunho begins, and drops a fuzzy little red box into Jaejoong’s lap. Jae picks it up, one eyebrow raised in Yunho’s direction as he flips it over and pops the lid.
He stares inside the box for a moment, face blank, and then looks up at Yunho. After a moment of complete silence, both of them staring at each other, Jaejoong laughs.
It’s loud and gwaffing, and Yunho pouts at him.
“What, what? No casino chapel?” Jaejoong manages to choke out after a minute, hand flapping around his face. “Damn Yunho, you’re meant to do this after we get smashingly drunk and win at the pokies.” Not that they’ve been allowed anywhere near the pokies, and if they’d so much as glanced at the casino chapel, they’d be packed off across the country before you could say ‘crazy bereaved fangirl’.
Jae’s toes wiggle in amusement though as he pulls his legs up, sitting like a little cheeky monkey as he grins at Yunho. His eyes are gleaming though, and his face is full of uncomplicated joy.
Yunho just rolls his eyes, and grabs back the box.
Inside are nestled two plain but beautiful wedding bands. He had chosen them with some care, or as much care as could be taken on a whim. They were solid and well made, with only a subtle design on the edge. It was the kind of thing Jae liked, and also the kind of thing both of them wore. And could wear, without causing any more furore then any of their other shared pieces of jewellery. He’d tried it on both his ring and middle finger, to make sure.
Yunho stares at them a moment himself, and then his eyes flick back up to Jaejoong, who’s smiling at him foolishly. Yunho can’t help but smile back. He grabs Jae by his legs, pulling him forward until they’re sitting facing each other, legs tangled together. Yunho picks up Jae’s left hand, and looks into the singer’s eyes.
“Do you?” Is all he asks, and Jaejoong purses his lips for a moment to stop from laughing. Eventually, he takes a deep breath and nods, never breaking eye contact with Yunho as he replies
“I do.”
The band slips onto Jae’s finger, sitting snugly around it. Jae looks down at it for a moment, and then takes the box back from Yunho, pulling out the matching ring.
“Do you, Jung Yunho?” He asks, and Yunho offers up his own left hand with a smile that has always, will always, melt Jae’s heart.
“I do.” And then Jaejoong pushes the ring onto Yunho’s finger, jimmying it down over his nobly knuckles.
Their hands twine together, and they share a soppy smile. After a few moments though, Jae’s smile turns a bit mischievous, the only warning Yunho gets before he’s yanked forward and Jaejoong is kissing him passionately. Yunho replies wholeheartedly, shifting to a more comfortable position so he can wrap his arms around Jae and press him back into the bed.
Jae’s legs, pyjamas and all, are thrown about his hips, and Yunho groans as Jae’s tongue does what it does best.
“So it’s on to the honeymoon now, right?” Jae’s voice is low and husky against his lips, and Yunho can’t help but laugh.
The next day, they stumble out of their room, over an hour late for breakfast and looking well worse for wear.
“You’re feeling better then?” Their manager asks. Yunho and Jaejoong stare at the older man in uncomprehending silence for a good minute or two. Junsu coughs, rather unconvincingly covering his laughter.
“Uhm. Yes.” Yunho eventually ventures, as the pair of them sit down. Yoochun nudges Jae with a foot, and snatches his hand surreptitiously under the table. Jaejoong is nearly dragged off his seat sideways as Yoochun passes his hand to Junsu on the other side, the pair of them oogling the shining ring while Yunho tries to deal with a conversation where he’s not sure what’s going on. Changmin only rescues him after three badly fumbled questions, revealing that he and Jae had apparently suffered the effects of some bad shrimp.
“Ah. Shrimp. Yes.” Yunho says, and shovels his mouth full of eggs before anything else can be said.
In the van, on the way to their shoot, both Yunho and Jaejoong quietly move their rings over, Jae’s sitting on his right hand ring finger, while Yunho’s finds a place on his middle finger.
All the way through the day however, Jaejoong’s thumb absently strokes at the bare patch of skin on his finger, already missing the weight and presence of the ring.
It’s late when they get back to the hotel, but as they slip into bed, and flick off the light, Jaejoong feels Yunho’s hands fumbling with his. The warm metal slides back into its rightful place, and Yunho kisses his fingers.
Jae smiles at him, mouthing the word ‘sap’. It doesn’t stop him reaching out and moving Yunho’s ring one finger over however, nor lacing their fingers together, straining his ears for the slight clink as the two bands knock together in the dark.
Pairings: YunJae
Form: Oneshot
Genre: Fluff, somewhat cracky
Words: 1789
Summary: Yoochun, Jaejoong, the Strip, and time off... shake, don't stir, and you get Yunho, hatching Silly Ideas in the place all Silly Ideas originate from. Vegas.
A/N: Don't ask me wtf this is, I don't know. I found it in one of my fic files (I have random word files with pages of 'scraps' that I've written and sometimes come back to to finish)... I think I wrote it originally for one of Yunjae Challenge rounds but sumitted somethinge else. Actually, there are two versions of this same story line... the other version isn't finished, but I think I'd like to finish it someday. Anyway, for now... you get this... thing. ^^;
Vegas itself is… different; a cornucopia of sight and sound that their senses struggle to deal with. Yoochun’s plea for a visit to the Bellagio is promptly turned down by their manager, who's mind is no doubt filled with images of the shenanigans that the five of them could cook up, supplied with fancy cocktails and gambling chips. They are allowed to go shopping though, which delights both Yoochun and Jaejoong but spells doom for the other three members.
A little shopping they can deal with, but pair together Yoochun and Jaejoong, add in a foreign city teeming with tourist-trap shopping malls the size of stadiums… and well, it was hard to imagine anyone being able to cope with the results.
They’re in the middle of an epic shopping spree when Yunho’s wandering mind stumbles upon a thought that it won’t let go of.
He’s standing outside a store, a clothing one, his observant mind notes absently, with innumerable bags slung over his arms and held in his hands. Junsu is beside him, whining unabashedly as he is similarly adorned with heavy bags. Inside, Yoochun, Changmin and Jaejoong are likely perusing every item available and having detailed discussions about each piece. Yunho at least thinks that’s what they must be doing, for how long they’re taking.
So he’s standing there like a coat hanger, staring off into space and ignoring Junsu best he can, when his eyes settle on the jewellery shop diagonally across from him. The gold and diamonds in the display shine merrily in the afternoon sun, and somehow their twinkling sets off a spark in Yunho’s mind. He stiffens as the thought blooms, mind beginning to race with more activity then it’s seen all day.
By the time the three are done, the plan is near fully fledged, and as they shuffle (slowly, given the weight they’re all borne down with) towards their next shopping destination, Yunho manages to cut Yoochun from the pack.
“Yoochun, I need your help.” He says gravely. Yoochun’s face lights up visibly at the thought of ‘a plan’, and near blinds Yunho when he finds out ‘the’ plan.
“Of course! You can count on me, hyung!” He trills gleefully. Yunho gives him a smile, which then broadens evilly. Just a little bit.
“Good. Then you can take some of these bags.” He says, and manages to unload a good half of them onto the younger man before Yoochun can come up with some sort of decent sounding excuse.
By the time Yunho rejoins them, there are even more bags. Yoochun winks at him, and Yunho doesn’t know whether to be pleased or offended that Jaejoong seems not to have noticed his absence at all. In any case, his mission has been accomplished, and he is rejuvenated enough to be able to suffer through the rest of the afternoon without so much as a complaint about his aching arms.
Jaejoong smiles at him, arms laden with even more bags, and rewards his patience with a quick press of his lips in an inconspicuous shop corner just before they pile into their car to get back to the hotel. He’s warm and solid next to Yunho as they sit in the back seat, squashed up to fit everyone and everything in.
Yunho had somehow wrangled their sleeping arrangements so as to have them room together. He’d made a long and impressive speech about the fact that nobody knew where they were, they were in America, the hotel staff didn’t know who they were… and any other possible thing he could think of. Jaejoong privately thought their manager had only given in just to shut Yunho up.
He waits, patiently, through the group’s chaotic room-order dinner, full of their staff and everyone else and with enough food to feed a football team.
He waits, patiently, as Changmin kidnaps Jaejoong for something or other after dinner, but is ever so pathetically grateful when Yoochun returns the wayward singer to his door only fifteen minutes later. He’s not sure what Yoochun bribed their youngest with, but the composer just winks, and slaps Jae on the ass as he leaves. Jaejoong puffs up indignantly, but Yoochun is far to quick to be caught, and so Jaejoong just rolls his eyes.
He waits, patiently, as Jaejoong takes a long shower and emerges in a cloud of sandalwood smelling steam, wearing his newly purchased soft, comfy PJ bottoms. Yunho makes his own shower relatively brief, and crawls onto Jae’s bed, budging him over so that they can twine up together and watch America’s Next Top Model. Complete with scathing commentary of course, all of which is very amusing for both of them.
After that, Yunho turns off the TV, and flops back onto the bed. Jae elbows him roughly for taking up too much space, causing Yunho to ‘oof’ and whimper like a kicked puppy. Which only gets him another elbow in the gut.
Giving up on that argument, Yunho rolls off the bed and picks up his bag, fishing through it til he gets to the rolled up boxy paper bag from the store. It’s all nice and fancy with a gold embossed logo and made of solid good-quality paper, but he just drops it on the ground after he’s retrieved what’s inside.
“Jae.” He calls, and sits on the bed, folding his legs under him and wiggling his toes into the doona. Jae smooshes his face into the pillow a little more before hauling himself upright, realising Yunho actually does want to say something and not just whine.
“What?”
“Well. I bought something today as well.” Yunho begins, and drops a fuzzy little red box into Jaejoong’s lap. Jae picks it up, one eyebrow raised in Yunho’s direction as he flips it over and pops the lid.
He stares inside the box for a moment, face blank, and then looks up at Yunho. After a moment of complete silence, both of them staring at each other, Jaejoong laughs.
It’s loud and gwaffing, and Yunho pouts at him.
“What, what? No casino chapel?” Jaejoong manages to choke out after a minute, hand flapping around his face. “Damn Yunho, you’re meant to do this after we get smashingly drunk and win at the pokies.” Not that they’ve been allowed anywhere near the pokies, and if they’d so much as glanced at the casino chapel, they’d be packed off across the country before you could say ‘crazy bereaved fangirl’.
Jae’s toes wiggle in amusement though as he pulls his legs up, sitting like a little cheeky monkey as he grins at Yunho. His eyes are gleaming though, and his face is full of uncomplicated joy.
Yunho just rolls his eyes, and grabs back the box.
Inside are nestled two plain but beautiful wedding bands. He had chosen them with some care, or as much care as could be taken on a whim. They were solid and well made, with only a subtle design on the edge. It was the kind of thing Jae liked, and also the kind of thing both of them wore. And could wear, without causing any more furore then any of their other shared pieces of jewellery. He’d tried it on both his ring and middle finger, to make sure.
Yunho stares at them a moment himself, and then his eyes flick back up to Jaejoong, who’s smiling at him foolishly. Yunho can’t help but smile back. He grabs Jae by his legs, pulling him forward until they’re sitting facing each other, legs tangled together. Yunho picks up Jae’s left hand, and looks into the singer’s eyes.
“Do you?” Is all he asks, and Jaejoong purses his lips for a moment to stop from laughing. Eventually, he takes a deep breath and nods, never breaking eye contact with Yunho as he replies
“I do.”
The band slips onto Jae’s finger, sitting snugly around it. Jae looks down at it for a moment, and then takes the box back from Yunho, pulling out the matching ring.
“Do you, Jung Yunho?” He asks, and Yunho offers up his own left hand with a smile that has always, will always, melt Jae’s heart.
“I do.” And then Jaejoong pushes the ring onto Yunho’s finger, jimmying it down over his nobly knuckles.
Their hands twine together, and they share a soppy smile. After a few moments though, Jae’s smile turns a bit mischievous, the only warning Yunho gets before he’s yanked forward and Jaejoong is kissing him passionately. Yunho replies wholeheartedly, shifting to a more comfortable position so he can wrap his arms around Jae and press him back into the bed.
Jae’s legs, pyjamas and all, are thrown about his hips, and Yunho groans as Jae’s tongue does what it does best.
“So it’s on to the honeymoon now, right?” Jae’s voice is low and husky against his lips, and Yunho can’t help but laugh.
The next day, they stumble out of their room, over an hour late for breakfast and looking well worse for wear.
“You’re feeling better then?” Their manager asks. Yunho and Jaejoong stare at the older man in uncomprehending silence for a good minute or two. Junsu coughs, rather unconvincingly covering his laughter.
“Uhm. Yes.” Yunho eventually ventures, as the pair of them sit down. Yoochun nudges Jae with a foot, and snatches his hand surreptitiously under the table. Jaejoong is nearly dragged off his seat sideways as Yoochun passes his hand to Junsu on the other side, the pair of them oogling the shining ring while Yunho tries to deal with a conversation where he’s not sure what’s going on. Changmin only rescues him after three badly fumbled questions, revealing that he and Jae had apparently suffered the effects of some bad shrimp.
“Ah. Shrimp. Yes.” Yunho says, and shovels his mouth full of eggs before anything else can be said.
In the van, on the way to their shoot, both Yunho and Jaejoong quietly move their rings over, Jae’s sitting on his right hand ring finger, while Yunho’s finds a place on his middle finger.
All the way through the day however, Jaejoong’s thumb absently strokes at the bare patch of skin on his finger, already missing the weight and presence of the ring.
It’s late when they get back to the hotel, but as they slip into bed, and flick off the light, Jaejoong feels Yunho’s hands fumbling with his. The warm metal slides back into its rightful place, and Yunho kisses his fingers.
Jae smiles at him, mouthing the word ‘sap’. It doesn’t stop him reaching out and moving Yunho’s ring one finger over however, nor lacing their fingers together, straining his ears for the slight clink as the two bands knock together in the dark.