deeper conversation: chapter 12
deeper conversation: chapter 12
yunho ♥ jaejoong
chaptered | AU | nc-17
a/n: i'm sorry for the long wait. i've had this chapter ready for quite some time now, but school and health didn't permit updating. enjoy!
past chapters: [ one][ two][ three][ four][ five][ six][ seven][ eight][ nine][ ten][ eleven]
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Whoever thought that perfect morning includes having your lover’s arms draped lazily around you and one of his legs sprawled across your hips while you were holding him close was definitely, undeniably right. I know it sounded like the sort of goosebumps-inducing things that only happen in romance movies, but watching Jaejoong as he dreamed and wondering if he was seeing me inside his head - it made me whole somehow. I could almost feel my cheeks hurting as I smiled, relishing in the bliss of holding someone in my arms. It didn’t matter that we had to wake up in a few minutes, if we don’t want to be late for work.
This was my lover, my own beautiful Kim Jaejoong. God that sure was a hell of a way to swell a man’s pride, I thought conceitedly, grinning widely still. Jaejoong stirred in my arms, stretching languorously on the bed as he worked out the kinks from last night’s amazing, soul-crushing activities, which I belatedly realized was not the best thing to be thinking of early in the morning when your wood was as hard as a flag pole and you can do nothing about it.
I hate you Tuesday morning. Very, very much hate.
Jaejoong blinked open his eyes and looked kind of disoriented for a moment, but finally smiling as he caught my gaze.
“Morning.”, he greeted simply, brushing some stray hair away from his forehead and rubbing on his eyes to clear off the smarting. He looked so cute like this, almost like a kid and just…normal. Did not explain why my chest tightened and my mind seemed to be hearing cheesy love ballads from this though. He yawned widely, covering his mouth and muttering about how tired he was and that I was the one to blame for it all. I chuckled at his half-awoke ramble, my own sleep-heavy voice strangely strained as Jaejoong propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me, sleep-squinted eyes raking down my body and back up. Oh fuck.
“You’re hard.”, he said accusingly, as if I made the choice on my own. I snorted, making an effort to pull a pointed eye-roll,
“I thought you’d understand…considering you have one too.”
“Mine isn’t that hard. Yours is.”
“Yours is waking up slowly. Mine never sleep…since last night.”
“Cheeky, are we?”
Jaejoong stuck out a tongue, swooping down to give me a close-mouthed kiss on the lips.
“No, just horny.”, I replied with an added wink, and it was Jaejoong turned to snort. He sighed and snuggled closer, nuzzling my neck as he took the courtesy of trailing one sneaky hand across my chest and down my abs, caressing the lining of my boxer with his fingertips. I groaned at the sudden teasing, my thoughts running at record speed out of my brain and down to my cock.
“Jaejoong-ah…no…”
He looked up from where he was lying on my shoulder, lifting one questioning brow up. I gestured to the blinking red numbers on the side table with a sad face, and heard him muttered strings of profanities under his breath as he pulled his hand away from my happy place and sat up. Thought so. I just smiled thinly despite this huge disappointment I felt oozing from my lower area, trust me it was hard to not just beg him to continue but we were late as it was.
Sitting up, I let Jaejoong pulled me to my feet. My cock was heavy between my legs and my eyes made the mistake to glance at Jaejoong’s and saw that he was almost half-hard himself. Damn it for lover who is fuck gorgeous and likes to sleep naked all the time. Look somewhere else, Yunho, look somewhere else!
“I hate Tuesdays.”
“Huh?”
“I really, really hate Tuesdays.”, I mindlessly whined, pouting as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Jaejoong just chuckled, though I can’t grasped what was amusing with the stupid situation. My mind sort of left me for a while before I picked up the fact that Jaejoong was pulling me into the bathroom with him, fingers clasping tight around my wrist.
*
Teaching practicum was hard, despite the fact that I’ve done all the necessary preparation before going to class and everything. I had contemplated that my schedule would be hectic, but I never thought it would make me feel as stressed as this. It didn’t help that our new supervisor was stricter than Jaejoong was and kept asking for our reports every other day. Lee-sonsengnim was a senior English teacher and definitely one of the most experienced in school, but while her years in teaching are among the longest, she was extremely rigid in her way of thinking. Whenever we proposed to try a new teaching method or activity in class, she would say it was crap, and we should just follow what she had been doing for all these years. Innovative ideas do not interest her one bit, and I have already lost count how many times I spent my lunch listening to Donghae and the girls bitching about her that my ears went red by the end of it. Gah! That woman is driving me insane!
Slumping down on my allocated desk in the staffroom, I stifled a groan on my folded arm, hoping no one would notice the aura of depression surrounding me. Thank God my desk was partially hidden by the file cabinet, or else I might attract disapproving evil eyes from other teachers. Blegh. Two months into this and I was already thinking that teaching is too hard for me. Since when I become such a quitter?
“Yunho-sshi…”
I looked up in an instant, straightening almost automatically at the sound of a voice.
“Jaejoong...!”
I swear my face could have lighten up like an over-decorated Christmas tree when I realized my boyfriend standing in front of my desk, two coffee cups in his hands. It was rare to see Jaejoong at school these days, since he had been going to Seoul University for his doctorate studies. Smiling like a lovesick puppy, I beckoned him to come nearer, but he just shook his head before putting one cup on my desk, with a folded tissue on the lid.
“Too open. Careful, it’s hot.”
I pouted exaggeratedly at his rejection, mumbling about how he’s hotter than the steaming coffee. He made a gesture like he was about to smack me, before turning around to leave.
“Wait!”
He stopped and lifted a brow up. Damn it Jaejoong why so sexy?
“Can I come over after work?”, I whispered as low as I can, waiting nervously as he bit his lips in thought. After what seemed to be the longest one minute in the entire universe, he shook his head, signing a ‘no’. My face fell in reflex, oh such a mood dampener on an already bad day.
“Drink up and work hard. Aja aja!”, Jaejoong said smilingly, but I just huffed in reply. Work hard my ass. If I work harder than this, I’d be selling my arms and legs to the devil. Or maybe Lee-sonsengnim, since she could have been the devil’s advocate.
I looked on as Jaejoong’s back got further and further away. We were still in our honeymoon phase so to speak, just over a month dating each other seriously but work seemed intent to separate us. Not that I was being pessimistic or anything, but I was barely able to see Jaejoong now. There were days when I went to his house and spent some time leeching his tender loving care, but I never spent a night since that first time we made love. It seemed so long ago now that my whole body ached for him. This sexual crisis was not what I envisioned to be a problem since we started going steady. I wanted him so bad, so so bad that I feel like crying…which is not helping aside from proving Min’s theory that I was turning into a pansy.
Sighing forlornly in my lone corner, I took the tissue off the cup and proceeded to open the lid, before the corner of my eyes caught a simple note written on the tissue.
‘Your house at 8. I’ll bring wine and food (and maybe other things).
p/s: I’m free tomorrow.’
I swear the wide grin that I have could have cracked my face into two, improving my mood tremendously. I believe now that for every cloud there’s a silver lining, and mine came in the form of the messy scrawl of Jaejoong’s handwriting.
*
I sat waiting like an excited puppy for Jaejoong, watching the clock ticked by slowly and wishing I was a wizard so I could just speed everything up. It was 7.50 p.m., and I had changed into my comfortable sweat and t-shirt, smelling fresh just out of shower. I decided not to style up the hair, knowing that it would be messed up by Jaejoong’s eager fingers later. That thought made me giggle to myself, giddy and happy at the prospect of what’s going to happen tonight.
I jumped off from the couch when I heard the unmistakable knock at the door, almost forgetting to wipe the stupid grin off my face. He’s early! Schooling my face to one of my cool expression, I opened the door calmly, only to see Changmin standing with his backpack and oversized duffle in tow. I looked around the corridor for Jaejoong in case he already shows up, before turning to glare at Changmin.
“What are you doing here?”, I asked urgently, brows knitting in annoyance at his sudden appearance.
Changmin just shrugged and shoved me to the side, before inviting himself in, dropping his things on the floor and slumping down on the couch. I groaned loudly, making my displeasure known. The possibility of him ruining my night with Jaejoong was so imminent I could almost taste the bitterness on my tongue. Shit.
“Yah! You didn’t answer me!”, I toed Changmin’s side, only to have him push my feet away and grumbled inaudibly into the couch’s pillow.
“What? Can’t hear you.”
He turned to face me, his expression nonchalant.
“I said just ‘cause. Now go study or something, and stop bothering me.”
This was seriously too much. My one night to spend with Jaejoong after so long and he’s ruining it? No way, man, no fucking way!
“Who’s bothering who? You can’t just show up unannounced…what if I have a guest coming over?”
“Someone’s coming over?”, he lifted his head at this, eying me suspiciously before a lewd grin formed on his lips, “Ah…your ajusshi boyfriend.”
“What ajusshi boyfriend! Jaejoong is definitely not an ajusshi!”, I exclaimed full-heartedly, smacking his head in my attempt to defend my lover’s pride from Changmin’s callous words. It was clear that I haven’t taught him good manners when we were growing up, a regret that I couldn’t do anything to undo now.
“That hurts, hyung!”
“If you say anything of offensive nature about Jaejoong again, I’ll smack you until you see nothing but stars for two weeks, you hear me?”
“Geez, touché. I was just joking.”, Min rubbed his head, before continuing with an added pout,
“I had to come here. My hostel got flooded because someone fucking played with the fire alarm and set off the sprinkler. They had to evacuate the entire hall for maintenance and I had nowhere to go but come here. Have some sympathy, will you?”
“You could’ve just told me that instead of ‘just ‘cause’…”, I grumbled as I heaved out a heavy sigh, not knowing what else to do now that the night was spoiled. Someone up there must have hated me enough for this to be happening.
“Mnn, is it okay for me to come in?”, a familiar voice piped in from the doorway and I quickly turned to see Jaejoong grinning. My heart soared at seeing his beautiful face, but then I remembered there’s this brat of a brother I had sprawling across the couch.
“Yes, please come in.”, I went to Jaejoong, smiling apologetically as I gestured to the couch. He patted my back as he gave me a bottle of wine wrapped in paper bag and a plastic of takeouts, but nothing could change this stupid disappointment I had sinking in my tummy.
“Hi Changmin.”, Jaejoong greeted, coming over to the couch. Changmin made an effort to sit up properly and took Jaejoong’s outstretched hand in a firm handshake.
“Hey. So you’re the Jaejoong-ajusshi that hyung keeps talking about.”
“Min!”
Jaejoong just chuckled, amused. Min stuck out a tongue at me before excusing himself to the toilet. I let out a huge sigh, looking at Jaejoong regretfully,
“I’m so sorry, Jaejoong-ah…”
“Nah, it’s okay. I didn’t know we’d have company though. I only bought two bowls of jjajangmyun.”
“I didn’t know either. That brat just decided to show up unannounced a few minutes ago because his hostel got flooded or something. I’m so sorry, Jaejoong…I really am.”
Jaejoong let out a knowing ‘oh’, smiling as I lead him to my small kitchen.
“Don’t worry. I was just surprised. He can have my portion, I’m not that hungry anyway.”
“No, you don’t need to do that. I’ll tell him to eat out or something. Or if not, he should have my portion, not yours, since he’s my brother and I should be responsible for his misdemeanor. I want to have dinner with you, I really do, but things happened and now he’s here and I couldn’t just tell him to go because it’s cold outside and I don’t want him to get sick or whatnot. I’m really sor-”, I was just about to lapse into a panic attack, before Jaejoong hugged me close and shut me up with a swift peck on the lips.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re cute when you ramble like that...but you’re starting to give me headache. I told you it’s okay. I’ve wanted to meet Changmin for quite some time anyway. It’s about time, no?”
“But it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other…”
“We met this morning.”
“Not the same. I missed you…”
“I missed you too, baby…”
“I really, really really missed you.”
I sighed again, slumping down to smother my face on his steady shoulder. He smelt sweet and nice, just a hint of his favorite perfume mixed with his natural scent. His body was rock solid against mine, reminding me that here was a person that would catch me if I fall. I felt him rubbing soothing circles on my back, calming me down and making me feel better. Despite everything that went haywire, Jaejoong was still here and that was definitely something I should be grateful about. He’s my heart-keeper, the essence of my existence.
“Ehem.”, Changmin cleared his throat and Jaejoong sprang out off my embrace, blushing slightly. I glared at Min as hard as I can but he just ignored it like I was a fly on the wall and continued to eye the takeouts that Jaejoong brought.
“I smell something delicious.”
Why oh why was my brother like this?
“Min-“, I was just about to reprimand him when Jaejoong cut me, grinning as he proceeded to give Min a bowl.
“It’s jjajangmyun. I got it from a stall nearby, I haven’t taste it but I heard people saying that it’s delicious. You can have one.”
“Thank you ajusshi!”, he called out happily, looking up to give Jaejoong the happy twinkling eyes that did not work for me anymore. I moved to smack his head again, but Jaejoong shook his head at my attempt.
“You keep calling Jaejoong ‘ajusshi’ and you’ll sleep on the couch tonight!”
“Whatever. Not the first time I sleep there anyway…”, Changmin replied sarcastically as he scrunched up his face at me, before turning to smile at Jaejoong and pulling him to the couch.
“Come sit with me ajusshi…”
“Where are you taking my boyfriend?!”
“Somewhere safe from a horny Jung Yunho.”, Changmin deadpanned, and Jaejoong laughed out loud at the redness that was taking my face hostage. Stupid brother with a stupid, snarky mouth. Grrr.
*
We were leaning against the wall outside my apartment, with Jaejoong nestled in between my legs and nuzzling my neck with his cold nose, an attempt to steal my body warmth. Dinner was surprisingly enjoyable despite the not-so-perfect start - although Changmin kept behaving like a spoiled kid around Jaejoong who seemed to treat him like one too. I was thoroughly embarrassed by the end of it, having to listen to Changmin dishing out my deepest secret to Jaejoong but it was worth it since I got to hear Jaejoong’s rich, delightful laughter. It made me feel better, because I want him to always feel happy when he’s around me. He looked the most beautiful when he’s laughing, eyes crinkling slightly and cheeks flushed in a lovely shade of pink.
“I’m sorry Min keeps calling you ‘ajusshi’.”
Jaejoong chuckled, “I don’t really mind. He doesn't mean any harm, I know he's just being goofy. I kind of think that he's seriously cute and to be honest...I’m not immune to cute people.”
I pouted, “Should I be jealous of Changmin then?”
He shook his head and mock-bit my chin, “You shouldn’t. You’re the biggest ball of cute I’ve ever met, hands down.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I even beat Jinjoo?”
He seemed to contemplate this for a second, before answering with a shy grin, “Okay, maybe not as cute as Jinjoo.”
I laughed, kissing him deeply because he’s just amazing and I was entirely in love with everything about him.
“I don’t want to let you go.”
“Me neither. It’s been a while huh?”, he whispered softly, tilting his head up to look at me with his big eyes, “I want to stay like this forever...”, God he’s as cute as a button!
“Jaejoong-ah…”, I mouthed against the crown of his hair, inhaling his pleasant smell deeply as I pulled him closer.
“Nngh…”, Jaejoong made a high keening noise at the back of his throat as he nibbled the skin under my jaw, one hand sneaking in to brush my abs with his blunt fingernails that nearly undid right then and there.
“Want you. Need you. Please.”, I whispered into his ear, nipping the soft lobe lightly. Jaejoong squirmed in my arms, ticklish perhaps.
“Want to go to my place?”, he suddenly asked, pulling away with this naughty glimmer in his eyes that was almost childish. I lifted both eyebrows at this, testing whether he was serious or not. He fidgeted a little, before lifting one hand and trailing my face gently with his nimble fingers.
“Actually, I’ve been thinking about this for the longest of time…but I don’t know how to ask you about it. I don’t know about you, but being away from you really drives me crazy. I want to wake up next to you every morning, and kiss you to sleep every night. Now that Changmin had to stay here, I think there wouldn’t be a better time than this. Yunhoya…”, Jaejoong looked deeply into my eyes, his expression nothing but serious,
“…will you move in with me?”
My eyes widened considerably at this. Did I hear him right? Or was it some kind of a not-very-funny trick that Changmin concocted to play with my mind?
“A-are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”, Jaejoong asked back, biting his lower lips in anticipation. My heart was jumping with excitement, knowing well that this was a huge step to be taken as a couple. Jaejoong and I. A couple. Staying together. Giddy, fluffy thoughts kept bouncing in and out of my mind that by the time I gave him my reply, I was beaming like a switched-on lightbulb!
“Yes, yes, yes! I’ll move in with you!”
Jaejoong let out a relieved sigh, before laughing happily as I lifted him up and twirled him around.
---[TBC]
yunho ♥ jaejoong
chaptered | AU | nc-17
a/n: i'm sorry for the long wait. i've had this chapter ready for quite some time now, but school and health didn't permit updating. enjoy!
past chapters: [ one][ two][ three][ four][ five][ six][ seven][ eight][ nine][ ten][ eleven]
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Whoever thought that perfect morning includes having your lover’s arms draped lazily around you and one of his legs sprawled across your hips while you were holding him close was definitely, undeniably right. I know it sounded like the sort of goosebumps-inducing things that only happen in romance movies, but watching Jaejoong as he dreamed and wondering if he was seeing me inside his head - it made me whole somehow. I could almost feel my cheeks hurting as I smiled, relishing in the bliss of holding someone in my arms. It didn’t matter that we had to wake up in a few minutes, if we don’t want to be late for work.
This was my lover, my own beautiful Kim Jaejoong. God that sure was a hell of a way to swell a man’s pride, I thought conceitedly, grinning widely still. Jaejoong stirred in my arms, stretching languorously on the bed as he worked out the kinks from last night’s amazing, soul-crushing activities, which I belatedly realized was not the best thing to be thinking of early in the morning when your wood was as hard as a flag pole and you can do nothing about it.
I hate you Tuesday morning. Very, very much hate.
Jaejoong blinked open his eyes and looked kind of disoriented for a moment, but finally smiling as he caught my gaze.
“Morning.”, he greeted simply, brushing some stray hair away from his forehead and rubbing on his eyes to clear off the smarting. He looked so cute like this, almost like a kid and just…normal. Did not explain why my chest tightened and my mind seemed to be hearing cheesy love ballads from this though. He yawned widely, covering his mouth and muttering about how tired he was and that I was the one to blame for it all. I chuckled at his half-awoke ramble, my own sleep-heavy voice strangely strained as Jaejoong propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me, sleep-squinted eyes raking down my body and back up. Oh fuck.
“You’re hard.”, he said accusingly, as if I made the choice on my own. I snorted, making an effort to pull a pointed eye-roll,
“I thought you’d understand…considering you have one too.”
“Mine isn’t that hard. Yours is.”
“Yours is waking up slowly. Mine never sleep…since last night.”
“Cheeky, are we?”
Jaejoong stuck out a tongue, swooping down to give me a close-mouthed kiss on the lips.
“No, just horny.”, I replied with an added wink, and it was Jaejoong turned to snort. He sighed and snuggled closer, nuzzling my neck as he took the courtesy of trailing one sneaky hand across my chest and down my abs, caressing the lining of my boxer with his fingertips. I groaned at the sudden teasing, my thoughts running at record speed out of my brain and down to my cock.
“Jaejoong-ah…no…”
He looked up from where he was lying on my shoulder, lifting one questioning brow up. I gestured to the blinking red numbers on the side table with a sad face, and heard him muttered strings of profanities under his breath as he pulled his hand away from my happy place and sat up. Thought so. I just smiled thinly despite this huge disappointment I felt oozing from my lower area, trust me it was hard to not just beg him to continue but we were late as it was.
Sitting up, I let Jaejoong pulled me to my feet. My cock was heavy between my legs and my eyes made the mistake to glance at Jaejoong’s and saw that he was almost half-hard himself. Damn it for lover who is fuck gorgeous and likes to sleep naked all the time. Look somewhere else, Yunho, look somewhere else!
“I hate Tuesdays.”
“Huh?”
“I really, really hate Tuesdays.”, I mindlessly whined, pouting as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Jaejoong just chuckled, though I can’t grasped what was amusing with the stupid situation. My mind sort of left me for a while before I picked up the fact that Jaejoong was pulling me into the bathroom with him, fingers clasping tight around my wrist.
*
Teaching practicum was hard, despite the fact that I’ve done all the necessary preparation before going to class and everything. I had contemplated that my schedule would be hectic, but I never thought it would make me feel as stressed as this. It didn’t help that our new supervisor was stricter than Jaejoong was and kept asking for our reports every other day. Lee-sonsengnim was a senior English teacher and definitely one of the most experienced in school, but while her years in teaching are among the longest, she was extremely rigid in her way of thinking. Whenever we proposed to try a new teaching method or activity in class, she would say it was crap, and we should just follow what she had been doing for all these years. Innovative ideas do not interest her one bit, and I have already lost count how many times I spent my lunch listening to Donghae and the girls bitching about her that my ears went red by the end of it. Gah! That woman is driving me insane!
Slumping down on my allocated desk in the staffroom, I stifled a groan on my folded arm, hoping no one would notice the aura of depression surrounding me. Thank God my desk was partially hidden by the file cabinet, or else I might attract disapproving evil eyes from other teachers. Blegh. Two months into this and I was already thinking that teaching is too hard for me. Since when I become such a quitter?
“Yunho-sshi…”
I looked up in an instant, straightening almost automatically at the sound of a voice.
“Jaejoong...!”
I swear my face could have lighten up like an over-decorated Christmas tree when I realized my boyfriend standing in front of my desk, two coffee cups in his hands. It was rare to see Jaejoong at school these days, since he had been going to Seoul University for his doctorate studies. Smiling like a lovesick puppy, I beckoned him to come nearer, but he just shook his head before putting one cup on my desk, with a folded tissue on the lid.
“Too open. Careful, it’s hot.”
I pouted exaggeratedly at his rejection, mumbling about how he’s hotter than the steaming coffee. He made a gesture like he was about to smack me, before turning around to leave.
“Wait!”
He stopped and lifted a brow up. Damn it Jaejoong why so sexy?
“Can I come over after work?”, I whispered as low as I can, waiting nervously as he bit his lips in thought. After what seemed to be the longest one minute in the entire universe, he shook his head, signing a ‘no’. My face fell in reflex, oh such a mood dampener on an already bad day.
“Drink up and work hard. Aja aja!”, Jaejoong said smilingly, but I just huffed in reply. Work hard my ass. If I work harder than this, I’d be selling my arms and legs to the devil. Or maybe Lee-sonsengnim, since she could have been the devil’s advocate.
I looked on as Jaejoong’s back got further and further away. We were still in our honeymoon phase so to speak, just over a month dating each other seriously but work seemed intent to separate us. Not that I was being pessimistic or anything, but I was barely able to see Jaejoong now. There were days when I went to his house and spent some time leeching his tender loving care, but I never spent a night since that first time we made love. It seemed so long ago now that my whole body ached for him. This sexual crisis was not what I envisioned to be a problem since we started going steady. I wanted him so bad, so so bad that I feel like crying…which is not helping aside from proving Min’s theory that I was turning into a pansy.
Sighing forlornly in my lone corner, I took the tissue off the cup and proceeded to open the lid, before the corner of my eyes caught a simple note written on the tissue.
‘Your house at 8. I’ll bring wine and food (and maybe other things).
p/s: I’m free tomorrow.’
I swear the wide grin that I have could have cracked my face into two, improving my mood tremendously. I believe now that for every cloud there’s a silver lining, and mine came in the form of the messy scrawl of Jaejoong’s handwriting.
*
I sat waiting like an excited puppy for Jaejoong, watching the clock ticked by slowly and wishing I was a wizard so I could just speed everything up. It was 7.50 p.m., and I had changed into my comfortable sweat and t-shirt, smelling fresh just out of shower. I decided not to style up the hair, knowing that it would be messed up by Jaejoong’s eager fingers later. That thought made me giggle to myself, giddy and happy at the prospect of what’s going to happen tonight.
I jumped off from the couch when I heard the unmistakable knock at the door, almost forgetting to wipe the stupid grin off my face. He’s early! Schooling my face to one of my cool expression, I opened the door calmly, only to see Changmin standing with his backpack and oversized duffle in tow. I looked around the corridor for Jaejoong in case he already shows up, before turning to glare at Changmin.
“What are you doing here?”, I asked urgently, brows knitting in annoyance at his sudden appearance.
Changmin just shrugged and shoved me to the side, before inviting himself in, dropping his things on the floor and slumping down on the couch. I groaned loudly, making my displeasure known. The possibility of him ruining my night with Jaejoong was so imminent I could almost taste the bitterness on my tongue. Shit.
“Yah! You didn’t answer me!”, I toed Changmin’s side, only to have him push my feet away and grumbled inaudibly into the couch’s pillow.
“What? Can’t hear you.”
He turned to face me, his expression nonchalant.
“I said just ‘cause. Now go study or something, and stop bothering me.”
This was seriously too much. My one night to spend with Jaejoong after so long and he’s ruining it? No way, man, no fucking way!
“Who’s bothering who? You can’t just show up unannounced…what if I have a guest coming over?”
“Someone’s coming over?”, he lifted his head at this, eying me suspiciously before a lewd grin formed on his lips, “Ah…your ajusshi boyfriend.”
“What ajusshi boyfriend! Jaejoong is definitely not an ajusshi!”, I exclaimed full-heartedly, smacking his head in my attempt to defend my lover’s pride from Changmin’s callous words. It was clear that I haven’t taught him good manners when we were growing up, a regret that I couldn’t do anything to undo now.
“That hurts, hyung!”
“If you say anything of offensive nature about Jaejoong again, I’ll smack you until you see nothing but stars for two weeks, you hear me?”
“Geez, touché. I was just joking.”, Min rubbed his head, before continuing with an added pout,
“I had to come here. My hostel got flooded because someone fucking played with the fire alarm and set off the sprinkler. They had to evacuate the entire hall for maintenance and I had nowhere to go but come here. Have some sympathy, will you?”
“You could’ve just told me that instead of ‘just ‘cause’…”, I grumbled as I heaved out a heavy sigh, not knowing what else to do now that the night was spoiled. Someone up there must have hated me enough for this to be happening.
“Mnn, is it okay for me to come in?”, a familiar voice piped in from the doorway and I quickly turned to see Jaejoong grinning. My heart soared at seeing his beautiful face, but then I remembered there’s this brat of a brother I had sprawling across the couch.
“Yes, please come in.”, I went to Jaejoong, smiling apologetically as I gestured to the couch. He patted my back as he gave me a bottle of wine wrapped in paper bag and a plastic of takeouts, but nothing could change this stupid disappointment I had sinking in my tummy.
“Hi Changmin.”, Jaejoong greeted, coming over to the couch. Changmin made an effort to sit up properly and took Jaejoong’s outstretched hand in a firm handshake.
“Hey. So you’re the Jaejoong-ajusshi that hyung keeps talking about.”
“Min!”
Jaejoong just chuckled, amused. Min stuck out a tongue at me before excusing himself to the toilet. I let out a huge sigh, looking at Jaejoong regretfully,
“I’m so sorry, Jaejoong-ah…”
“Nah, it’s okay. I didn’t know we’d have company though. I only bought two bowls of jjajangmyun.”
“I didn’t know either. That brat just decided to show up unannounced a few minutes ago because his hostel got flooded or something. I’m so sorry, Jaejoong…I really am.”
Jaejoong let out a knowing ‘oh’, smiling as I lead him to my small kitchen.
“Don’t worry. I was just surprised. He can have my portion, I’m not that hungry anyway.”
“No, you don’t need to do that. I’ll tell him to eat out or something. Or if not, he should have my portion, not yours, since he’s my brother and I should be responsible for his misdemeanor. I want to have dinner with you, I really do, but things happened and now he’s here and I couldn’t just tell him to go because it’s cold outside and I don’t want him to get sick or whatnot. I’m really sor-”, I was just about to lapse into a panic attack, before Jaejoong hugged me close and shut me up with a swift peck on the lips.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re cute when you ramble like that...but you’re starting to give me headache. I told you it’s okay. I’ve wanted to meet Changmin for quite some time anyway. It’s about time, no?”
“But it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other…”
“We met this morning.”
“Not the same. I missed you…”
“I missed you too, baby…”
“I really, really really missed you.”
I sighed again, slumping down to smother my face on his steady shoulder. He smelt sweet and nice, just a hint of his favorite perfume mixed with his natural scent. His body was rock solid against mine, reminding me that here was a person that would catch me if I fall. I felt him rubbing soothing circles on my back, calming me down and making me feel better. Despite everything that went haywire, Jaejoong was still here and that was definitely something I should be grateful about. He’s my heart-keeper, the essence of my existence.
“Ehem.”, Changmin cleared his throat and Jaejoong sprang out off my embrace, blushing slightly. I glared at Min as hard as I can but he just ignored it like I was a fly on the wall and continued to eye the takeouts that Jaejoong brought.
“I smell something delicious.”
Why oh why was my brother like this?
“Min-“, I was just about to reprimand him when Jaejoong cut me, grinning as he proceeded to give Min a bowl.
“It’s jjajangmyun. I got it from a stall nearby, I haven’t taste it but I heard people saying that it’s delicious. You can have one.”
“Thank you ajusshi!”, he called out happily, looking up to give Jaejoong the happy twinkling eyes that did not work for me anymore. I moved to smack his head again, but Jaejoong shook his head at my attempt.
“You keep calling Jaejoong ‘ajusshi’ and you’ll sleep on the couch tonight!”
“Whatever. Not the first time I sleep there anyway…”, Changmin replied sarcastically as he scrunched up his face at me, before turning to smile at Jaejoong and pulling him to the couch.
“Come sit with me ajusshi…”
“Where are you taking my boyfriend?!”
“Somewhere safe from a horny Jung Yunho.”, Changmin deadpanned, and Jaejoong laughed out loud at the redness that was taking my face hostage. Stupid brother with a stupid, snarky mouth. Grrr.
*
We were leaning against the wall outside my apartment, with Jaejoong nestled in between my legs and nuzzling my neck with his cold nose, an attempt to steal my body warmth. Dinner was surprisingly enjoyable despite the not-so-perfect start - although Changmin kept behaving like a spoiled kid around Jaejoong who seemed to treat him like one too. I was thoroughly embarrassed by the end of it, having to listen to Changmin dishing out my deepest secret to Jaejoong but it was worth it since I got to hear Jaejoong’s rich, delightful laughter. It made me feel better, because I want him to always feel happy when he’s around me. He looked the most beautiful when he’s laughing, eyes crinkling slightly and cheeks flushed in a lovely shade of pink.
“I’m sorry Min keeps calling you ‘ajusshi’.”
Jaejoong chuckled, “I don’t really mind. He doesn't mean any harm, I know he's just being goofy. I kind of think that he's seriously cute and to be honest...I’m not immune to cute people.”
I pouted, “Should I be jealous of Changmin then?”
He shook his head and mock-bit my chin, “You shouldn’t. You’re the biggest ball of cute I’ve ever met, hands down.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I even beat Jinjoo?”
He seemed to contemplate this for a second, before answering with a shy grin, “Okay, maybe not as cute as Jinjoo.”
I laughed, kissing him deeply because he’s just amazing and I was entirely in love with everything about him.
“I don’t want to let you go.”
“Me neither. It’s been a while huh?”, he whispered softly, tilting his head up to look at me with his big eyes, “I want to stay like this forever...”, God he’s as cute as a button!
“Jaejoong-ah…”, I mouthed against the crown of his hair, inhaling his pleasant smell deeply as I pulled him closer.
“Nngh…”, Jaejoong made a high keening noise at the back of his throat as he nibbled the skin under my jaw, one hand sneaking in to brush my abs with his blunt fingernails that nearly undid right then and there.
“Want you. Need you. Please.”, I whispered into his ear, nipping the soft lobe lightly. Jaejoong squirmed in my arms, ticklish perhaps.
“Want to go to my place?”, he suddenly asked, pulling away with this naughty glimmer in his eyes that was almost childish. I lifted both eyebrows at this, testing whether he was serious or not. He fidgeted a little, before lifting one hand and trailing my face gently with his nimble fingers.
“Actually, I’ve been thinking about this for the longest of time…but I don’t know how to ask you about it. I don’t know about you, but being away from you really drives me crazy. I want to wake up next to you every morning, and kiss you to sleep every night. Now that Changmin had to stay here, I think there wouldn’t be a better time than this. Yunhoya…”, Jaejoong looked deeply into my eyes, his expression nothing but serious,
“…will you move in with me?”
My eyes widened considerably at this. Did I hear him right? Or was it some kind of a not-very-funny trick that Changmin concocted to play with my mind?
“A-are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”, Jaejoong asked back, biting his lower lips in anticipation. My heart was jumping with excitement, knowing well that this was a huge step to be taken as a couple. Jaejoong and I. A couple. Staying together. Giddy, fluffy thoughts kept bouncing in and out of my mind that by the time I gave him my reply, I was beaming like a switched-on lightbulb!
“Yes, yes, yes! I’ll move in with you!”
Jaejoong let out a relieved sigh, before laughing happily as I lifted him up and twirled him around.
---[TBC]