Genius - Part 1/2
Title: Genius
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two-shot (1/2)
Genre: Humour, romance, smidgen of smut
Summary: I, Kim Jaejoong, am awesome. And handsome and clever and charming and witty and cute and so on and so forth. Somehow, this led to my female housemates thinking that I'm gay. And somehow, this led to me being set up with a guy. I know, I know, I can hardly believe it myself. But what's even harder to believe is that… I think I kind of like him.
A/N: You can read this fic in Spanish here (part 1) - translated by bsbhikari
You can read this fic in Russian here (part 1) - translated by Maskil
I am a genius.
No, really, I am. Maybe not in the traditional sense, like Changmin (damn snarky know-it-all brat…) but I really do possess some unusual smarts. How else would you explain the situation that I’m in, apart from the fact that I’m a genius? Exactly - you can’t.
No normal-minded guy would find themselves in a room full of half-naked girls, laughing jovially and being fawned over. No normal-minded guy would be allowed to sit here shirtless, whilst said girls ‘ooh’ed and ‘aah’ed over his muscles, groping and squeezing him. No normal-minded guy would get to hear all about what these girls do to themselves and what they’d like a guy to do to them. You know, sexually.
(Well, maybe they would if they went to a brothel, but I’m not in a brothel, so shut up).
Nope, only I get to do those things. Because I’m a genius. You see…
They think I’m gay.
I’m not, of course - far from it, as evidenced by my half-hard cock. I don’t have anything against gay people, mind - one of my sisters is a lesbian, and we all accept her just fine. I just want to make it clear, though; I, Kim Jaejoong, love women.
I love them so much that I’m willing to let them think that I like guys, so that I can sit in the same room with them, half-naked, for hours at a time. I know - genius, right?
…Maybe I should explain why, exactly, they think that I’m gay.
So, I’m in university, right? And no, before you start, they didn’t catch me ‘experimenting’ or anything like that. I’ve never done anything even remotely sexual with a guy, okay? Not that they know that, but whatever. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, uni.
So I’m in university, and I was kind of late in applying for accommodation (all right, I forgot. And then missed the deadline. What? I’m only human) so my parents had to help me find somewhere to live here in Seoul with only about 2 weeks left until term started. The only place left at such short notice was a house not too far from campus that was occupied by three girls. They were just starting their second year, but my parents managed to convince them to let little old me live with them, since they had a spare room.
It wasn’t really much of a big deal - I have 8 sisters, I’m used to living in a house full of girls. Doesn’t mean I enjoy it, but I can cope.
The girls were kind of skittish around me at first, but I get that, you know; I’m one hell of a sexy guy - light brown hair, falling across my forehead in soft waves and framing my face perfectly; big, soulful eyes; pouty lips that any girl would kill for. Yeah, I admit it: I’m fucking hot.
So I understand why they would be nervous in my presence. Especially when I walk around topless, which I do quite a bit. Hey, no one complained when I lived at home, and it’s hard to break a habit like that, okay? And speaking of hard, have I mentioned my abs? You could grate cheese on them, I swear. Don’t even get me started on how finely toned my arms are, either.
…What was I on about? Oh right, the girls.
Yeah, they were a little on edge, but then I started cooking for them (I’m a mean ass cook) and tidying up around the house and generally just being my amazing self, so we became friends. And then one day they asked me that… honestly, shocking question.
We were all sitting innocently in the living room, watching X-Man and laughing at the two male contestants climbing all over each other on the monkey bars, when Tiffany turned to me.
“Hey, Jae,” she said conversationally. “We were wondering… Are you gay?”
And I swear, I almost died. I mean, seriously? Me? Gay?
So I was all, “Um, what?” And I think I may have squeaked a little, but come on, who reacts normally to that kind of question?
They looked at each other and then at me and then at the TV (where the guys were still at it) and then back at me and this time it was Jessica who spoke.
“Are you gay? It’s cool if you are - we won’t judge you or anything.”
“W-why would you think I was gay?” Yeah, okay, I stuttered. And yes, I may have choked a little on the last word, but that’s not important.
“Well,” Yuri started, “it’s just, you know, you kind of act gay.” At my scandalised look, she continued. “You cook, like, really well and you’re so clean and tidy and you take longer than us to get ready in the mornings and your hair is amazing and you’re really sweet and thoughtful and you always cover your mouth when you laugh and you actually call your mum every Sunday and your waist is tiny and I’m pretty sure you’re wearing girls jeans at the moment, and…” She looked at the other girls.
“And you have a half-naked picture of Kim Junsu on your bedroom wall,” Jessica put in.
“Hey, he is a damn good singer!” I protested.
“He is good,” Jessica nodded, “but he’s also half-naked in that picture.”
I pouted, folding my arms across my chest. “Yeah well, it was free with a magazine,” I grumbled.
Tiffany shrugged. “You still put it up.”
The room was silent for a minute, with me scowling to myself with puffed up cheeks and wondering how the hell all of those things (which were completely true - even the bit about girls jeans…) made me gay. I still don’t really get it, to be honest.
Is it a crime to look after my appearance? To keep a tidy house? To let my mum know I’m still alive? And, you know, Kim Junsu really is pretty awesome. He’s like my idol. I want his butt… Um, not in that way. I mean, I want his butt on me. I mean… You know what, forget I said anything.
“Look, Jae,” Yuri began. “We’re not trying to gang up on you here or anything. We really like you. You’ve become an important part of this house. We just want to know the truth…”
I lifted my eyes to her, saw that she was being sincere, and noticed the same expressions on the faces of the other two as well.
And that’s when my genius idea hit me: if they thought that I was gay, then they would be even friendlier with me than they were already. They would treat me like one of their own, which meant that I would be privy to all of the things that guys didn’t usually get to see or hear about. And, honestly, it wasn’t like I was looking to sleep with any of them. They were attractive, of course, but… there was no lust. I would be stupid not to say I was gay.
So, I looked up at them from under my eyelashes, bit my lip, and just generally tried to act cute. It wasn’t that hard, to be honest, because apart from being smoking hot I can be pretty fucking adorable, too.
“I… I didn’t think I was that obvious,” I murmured and smirked inwardly when the girls grinned. “You guys won’t tell anyone, right?” I asked. I knew that if something like this got out, my chances of ever getting laid again would be zero, and I was planning on having a lot of sex this year. I had to keep the whole ‘I’m gay’ thing confined to our house. See, I told you I’m a genius; I do actually think things through.
“Oh Jae, of course we won’t tell anyone,” Tiffany practically squealed, throwing herself across the sofa and into my lap. Her arms wrapped around me, her boobs squishing against my arm, and I was amazed that my genius plan was working so quickly.
“Don’t worry, this’ll just be between us,” Jessica winked.
I grinned back sheepishly, ignoring Tiffany’s ramble about how she just knew I was gay and how she was desperate to ask me and God knows what else. Girl can talk…
So anyway, that’s how I ended up here, in Yuri’s room, watching as the girls try on various outfits that they bought earlier in the day. And yeah, they’re changing in front of me. And yeah, it’s fucking hot. Am I lucky or what?
The girls are talking about someone they ran into whilst shopping, and I’m trying not to drool at their half-naked bodies, but then I hear my name and figure that I should probably start listening.
“Oh my God, they would make such a cute couple!” Tiffany cries.
Jessica beams. “I know, right!?”
“Who would make a cute couple?” I ask, wondering if I really want to know.
“You and Yunho,” Jessica says, turning to me and grinning widely.
I make a valiant effort to keep my eyes on hers and to not look at her chest. I’m getting pretty good at it now, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t hard. Anyway, stop thinking about her boobs… What was she on about? Oh, right, me and -
“Who’s Yunho?”
“He’s a guy on our course,” Yuri tells me, sitting next to me on the bed. “He’s so nice, and funny, and totally hot. You guys would look really good together.”
“I… What?” I stare at her incredulously.
“He’s gay,” Tiffany nods, like that’s what I’m confused about. “And currently single. And I just know you guys would hit it off. So, what do you say? Want to meet him?”
“I, um…” Oh, shit. Okay, I wasn’t expecting this… They actually want to set me up with a guy? Fuck. Think Jaejoong, think! “Oh, uh, I don’t know… I mean, he may not be my type… Like, we may not have anything in common… And I don’t even know what he looks like.”
“Well, what is your type?” Jessica asks, finally putting a t-shirt on.
I think for a moment, then say, “Nice hands.”
“Oh?” Yuri leers at me. “Any reason? I mean, hands can be used for a lot of things…”
It takes me a second to catch on to what she’s implying, but the giggling of the other two helps me along. I gasp, shocked.
“Yuri!” I cry. “Oh my God, no! That’s not why I like them!” I shudder, the thought of a guy’s hands on me ever so slightly disturbing.
“Oh Jae, you should see your face,” Jessica laughs. “Anyway, what else do you like in a guy?”
“Um…” Nothing? I don’t like guys! Okay, what do I like in a girl… Apart from boobs. “I like being in control, but for them to take the lead occasionally too. I like someone who’s good with kids, and who considers their family a high priority. I like someone who isn’t afraid to show me their cute and silly side… And of course, they have to be as hot as me,” I grin.
I’m rather alarmed when the girls swoon at my answer.
“Jae, that’s like, exactly the kind of guy Yunho is,” Tiffany tells me, hands clutched to her chest and eyes shimmering. “You guys really are perfect for each other.”
“Just meet him once, okay?” Jessica asks. “Just once, and if you don’t hit it off then we’ll leave it alone, but seriously, you guys would be awesome together. Besides, you’ve not shown any interest in anyone since getting here, and it’s our duty to help you out.”
I flounder for a response, an excuse, anything so that I don’t have to be set up with a guy, but my genius seems to be failing me right now. I guess… I guess it wouldn’t hurt, just meeting the guy. Afterwards I can say that I didn’t feel anything for him, and all will be well. Right? Right.
I sigh. “Okay, fine, I’ll meet him.”
I try not to cringe at the excited squeals that my acquiescence provokes.
★ ★ ★
“Oh my God, there he is!” Tiffany squeals excitedly. Frantically, she starts waving. “Yunho! Yunho!”
I sink down further in my chair, refusing to look up at the guy approaching our table. Why did I agree to do this again?
“Hey,” a cheery voice calls. “Sorry I’m late - have you guys been waiting long?”
“No, we just got here,” Jessica answers, and from the corner of my eye I see someone sitting down in between her and Yuri. “Yunho, this is Jaejoong; Jae, this is Yunho.”
“Nice to meet you,” the cheery voice says.
I glance up, knowing that I can’t put it off any longer lest I come off as a rude asshole (which I’m not - it’s just, this whole thing is making me kind of uncomfortable). The guy is smiling at me, and I’m very happy to note that he doesn’t seem to be checking me out or anything; that would make me even more uncomfortable.
His hair is its natural black, cut stylishly with a fringe and feathered layers, just long enough to brush his shoulders. His smile is genuine, even if it doesn’t reach his eyes, and is it just me, or is his face smaller than normal?
Wait, that’s not important. What is important is that he’s not looking at me like he wants to have sex with me. Which is good. Because, obviously, I don’t want to have sex with him either. That’s just… no.
Okay then, I can do this! Yeah, I’ll just think of it as meeting a new friend.
I take a breath and smile back. “Hi. Nice to meet you too.”
I resolutely ignore Tiffany’s squeal and her murmured, “Oh my God, you guys are so cute!”
Yunho chuckles at her remark, ducking his head and avoiding my eyes.
There’s horrible, awkward silence for a moment, and then Jessica stands up. “Well, we’ll be leaving you two now.”
“What?” I cry before I can stop myself.
“We’re leaving,” she repeats, gesturing for the other girls to get up too. Walking away with Tiffany, she calls over her shoulder, “Have fun, guys!”
“And don’t forget to use a condom,” Yuri winks at us as she follows the others.
My eyes widen and I choke on air, unable to believe that she just said that. Why am I friends with these girls? Seriously. I look over at Yunho; he looks about as embarrassed as I feel.
We sit in silence for about a minute whilst I wonder what the hell I’m meant to say. Thankfully, Yunho takes the lead.
“So, now that they’ve given us their blessing, what do you say? Should we check into a love hotel?”
I gape at him, all words leaving me. He… We… What!?
He laughs at my expression, the sound rich and happy, his eyes crinkling. “Hey, don’t look at me like that - I’m kidding!”
I close my mouth slowly and feel the blush working its way into my cheeks. Right, he’s kidding, of course. I knew that. He just shocked my genius into hiding, that’s all.
“Was it that bad of a joke?” He asks sheepishly, twisting a lock of hair by his ear. “Sorry… I’m kind of nervous. Set-ups always make me feel pressurised, so I just wanted to break the tension.”
I manage a smile and will my heartbeat to go back to normal. Come on Jaejoong, calm down! He wasn’t really propositioning you. “Ah, it’s okay. I’m a little nervous too,” I admit. “I’ve never really done this before. You know, been set up… With a guy…”
Yunho nods in understanding, then enquires in a low voice, “Have you ever been out with a guy before?”
I shake my head. “Nope, this is all new to me.” And I never want to experience it again…
Smiling softly, Yunho says, “How about this then; we don’t think about the fact that we’ve been set up and just get to know each other as friends instead. That way, all the pressure’s off, and if we find that we have nothing in common, there’s no hard feelings.”
I grin back, glad that he doesn’t want to make this an actual date. I’m not sure I could handle that… And my obvious straight-ness would probably give me away, anyway. I am, after all, incredibly straight. Which is why it still confuses me that the girls think I’m gay… Well, whatever.
“That sounds good,” I nod. “So, do we have anything in common?”
Yunho starts laughing again, his amusement at my blunt question obvious. “I don’t know, do we?”
Immediately I think of the fact that I like girls and he doesn’t, but I don’t think that saying that would be a very good idea. So… What can I say?
“What music are you into?” I eventually ask.
“Different stuff,” Yunho shrugs. “BIGBANG, Beast, Kim Junsu -”
“Oh my God, I love Kim Junsu!” I exclaim, grinning widely. “He’s so amazing, and such a good singer, and his dancing! I wish I could dance like that…” I trail off happily. I soon realise what I’ve just said though and feel my cheeks heat up, horrified at how, well, gay I probably sounded.
I can’t help it though! Kim Junsu makes me fangirl… Boy. Fanboy. Yes.
Chuckling, Yunho says, “That’s one thing we have in common then - except for the fact that I can dance like that.”
I gasp. “Oh my God no way!” …Okay, Jaejoong, control yourself. You’re not doing a very good job of acting straight here. But then again, I’m meant to be acting gay, so…
Yunho nods, smiling shyly. “I like dancing. I don’t have Junsu’s ass though, so it doesn’t look as good.”
I laugh and murmur, “Yeah, he does have quite the ass…” Oh my God, seriously Jaejoong. You are still straight, right?
“I know,” Yunho gushes. “I wonder what it’d be like to -” He suddenly stops, eyes widening and cheeks reddening.
“To what?” I ask.
Yunho winces in embarrassment. “Ah, I was going to say something rude, but I didn’t think it’d be appropriate for a first meeting…”
I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was going to say. Does he want Junsu’s ass? That’s not inappropriate. I want his ass too. Well, not like that, but - oh my God, Yunho probably does want his ass like that!
My breath gets caught in my throat and I force a smile. Holy shit. Okay, I can deal with this. He’s a gay guy, and Junsu’s… Well, Junsu. Of course he would want him, you know, that way. I just… Yeah, next topic.
“So, uh, what other kinds of stuff do you like doing?” Stuff that doesn’t involve touching other guys in naughty places, that is…
“Ah, you know, just going out with friends, things like that. What about you?”
I think for a moment, then say, “I like cooking. And I’m pretty good at it too. Well, okay, really good. I can make my friend Changmin do just about anything by promising him some food.”
“Anything, huh?” Yunho smirks.
I regard him for a moment, confused at his tone of voice. When I speak like that, usually I’m implying… Wait, is he implying…!?
“Oh God, not like that!” I hasten to explain, horrified at the thought of doing something like that with my snarky dongsaeng. “God, no… Changmin’s like a little brother or something… Doing that, I… No.” I shudder in disgust at the mental image.
Once again Yunho laughs gleefully, apparently enjoying provoking these sorts of reactions from me. I’d probably be angrier if he didn’t look so happy whilst smiling… Stupid smiley happy guy. Hmph.
“Changmin: like a little brother. Got it.” Yunho’s still grinning widely, his whole face lit up in joy. “What about actual siblings then?”
“I have eight older sisters,” I tell him and watch as his jaw drops open.
“Eight?”
“Yup.” I laugh at his shocked expression. “I’m the youngest, and the only boy. It’s made for an… interesting life.”
I don’t think I’ll tell him about how my sisters used to dress me up as a girl when I was younger. That’s probably a little too gay… I also won’t tell him that they used to foist their boys love comics on me, because honestly, I’m still a little weirded out by that myself.
“I only have one sister,” Yunho says. His eyes soften and he smiles fondly. “She’s a few years younger than me. Jihye.”
Before I can stop myself, I wink and ask, “She as pretty as you?” And then I die inside because holy shit, I think I just flirted with a guy. And what happened to the whole ‘friends’ thing, huh? These questions seem more potential-partner orientated, and I’m not liking it.
Yunho laughs, seemingly shocked at my behaviour (much like I am…). “Prettier,” he answers. He bites his lip, looking up at me from under his lashes. “But she’d be jealous that I’m talking to someone as pretty as you.”
My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat, aware that this is dangerous territory and I should abort immediately. Still, all I can do is to breathily reply, “I’m a guy - I’m not pretty.”
“No, you’re right,” Yunho concedes, smiling softly again. “You’re not pretty.”
I nod in agreement and ignore the fact that it annoys me that he doesn’t think I’m pretty. Yes, I may be a guy, so I shouldn’t be pretty, but the fact of the matter is, I’m downright beautiful.
Apparently Yunho does think so too though, since his next mumbled words are: “You’re gorgeous.”
I blush deeply and look away, knowing that this is going back into the danger zone again. Why the hell am I flirting with a guy!? This is flirting, right? I feel weird. This is wrong. It doesn’t matter that he thinks I’m gorgeous (‘cause let’s face it, I am) or that as far as guys go, he’s rather attractive too. The point is, he’s male, and I’m straight. I have to stop this. Like, now.
I take a deep breath and nervously meet his eyes. “Um, Yunho… I…”
He nods. “It’s okay. I get it; you’re new to all of this. I’m sorry for being so forward, especially after saying we should just be friends. You do seem interesting though, and I would like to get to know you - as a friend! - so… Do you fancy going to see a film or something?”
I deliberate for a moment, regarding him silently. “What film?”
Yunho shrugs. “I don’t know what’s on. Would you like to go and see, though?”
“It… it wouldn’t be a date, right?” I confirm, still feeling something churning up inside of me at the thought of going on a date with a guy.
“Not a date,” he smiles. “Don’t you ever go to the cinema with your friends?”
“Of course I do,” I scoff.
“Well then. We’re just two friends, going to the cinema to watch a film. Nothing wrong with that, right?”
The corners of my mouth twitch up, amused at his attempts to mollify me. “Right.”
“Let’s go then,” he grins.
★ ★ ★
As soon as I get back home that night, the interrogation starts.
“So, how was it?” Jessica grins, sticking her head out of the kitchen.
“Fine,” I shrug, toeing off my shoes.
Stepping around Jessica and out into the hall, Yuri asks, “What’d you guys do?”
“Not much,” I say. “Saw a film, had some food.” I start to walk towards the stairs.
“Are you going to see him again?” Tiffany’s eyes sparkle as she at she stares up at me from the kitchen doorway.
“Yeah.” I blush; not because I’m embarrassed about seeing ‘him’ again, but because I know they’re going to get the wrong idea, and that’s embarrassing.
Sure enough, squeals reach my ears as I quickly make my way upstairs, retreating to my bedroom. I shut the door quietly and fling myself down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes.
Today was… fun. Really fun. Yunho’s cool. It turns out that we actually have a lot in common, which is, you know… cool.
But…
I think he likes me. Like, like likes me.
I understand why he would - I’m sexy, adorable, witty, knowledgeable, charming, and just an all round amazing guy. And it was meant to be a set-up. It was kind of inevitable, really, that he would be attracted to me. So I get it, I do.
It’s just… I’m straight. Even though we get on great and like loads of the same stuff and yeah, I’ll admit it, he’s pretty good-looking… I’m not into guys. But he is. And I think he might be into me. But I just want to be his friend. So now… I’m confused.
We made plans to see each other again on the weekend, and we exchanged numbers and all, and I do want to hang out with him more, because he is really cool and we could probably be really good friends, but I don’t know how well that’s going to work if he wants to get into my pants, you know? At some point I’m going to have to tell him that I’m not interested in him that way. Or interested in anyone with a penis.
I guess I could just say that I thought I was gay, then I realised I wasn’t…? That could work, right? Right?
Or maybe I shouldn’t see him again and spare myself the worry… I get a weird feeling when I think that though. Strange. And he looked so happy when I agreed to see him on Friday night - even though I specified it was just as friends - that I’d feel bad if I cancelled… Plus, I don’t want to cancel… Like I said, I do want to see him again…
I just… Feel funny when I think of the way he looked at me. It wasn’t like he was leering at me or anything, and he wasn’t doing it all the time, either, but… Every once in a while, I’d look at him, and he’d be looking at me, like… Like he wanted to cup my cheek and lean in close and place a soft kiss on my lips and who knows what else. Obviously I don’t want him to do any of those things, but knowing that he wants to makes me feel… God, I don’t even know.
Not disgusted, which I guess is good. I don’t like the idea of being a homophobe. It does make me shiver, though, and I’m fairly certain that I blushed every time I caught him looking at me like that.
Ugh, why is this so confusing!? Why can’t he be straight like me? Then we’d just be good friends and all would be well. We would go to the cinema and watch the kind of films that we both enjoy and we would go to a restaurant that serves the kind of food that we both like and we would go shopping and buy CDs of bands that we both like, and just be friends but no, he has to be gay, and he has to look at me, all hooded eyes and secret desires and make me feel weird and awkward, like we can’t just be friends, even though he said we could be.
I scowl, huffing and crossing my arms over my chest. I may be pouting in frustration too, but that’s neither here nor there.
I guess it’s my own fault, really. I was the one who led people to believe that I actually like guys that way. I bet if we’d just met normally, everything would be fine and Yunho wouldn’t want to get in my pants (though that is debatable, since as I’ve mentioned, I am awesome).
I don’t know, maybe I’m just reading too much into the whole thing. I mean, it’s not like he tried to make a move on me or anything. Not even when we were in the cinema, sitting next to each other in the dark. We didn’t even sit on the back row!
Yeah, I’m probably just being paranoid… Just because Yunho’s gay and I’m hot, it doesn’t automatically mean that he fancies me. And just because I thought that he was looking at me like he liked me, it doesn’t mean that he was. Hell, I just met the guy - he could look at everyone like that, for all I know.
I’m broken out of my mental rambling by Kim Junsu’s voice singing, “I got you, under my skin”, signalling that I have a new text message. I reach for my phone, sighing deeply. My breath catches when I see that it’s from the very person plaguing my thoughts.
Hey :) I had fun today. I’m glad that you agreed to meet me and that we could become friends :) See you Friday! Yunho
I smile despite myself, biting my lip to stop it from becoming too wide. He’s glad he met me too… And, he’s glad that we could become ‘friends’? Meaning he doesn’t want anything more? Oh thank God. I worried myself for nothing.
But… Why don’t I feel more relieved?
★ ★ ★
All right, so I definitely think that Yunho likes me. No, wait, I know that he likes me. I figured it out on my own, because, as I may have mentioned, I am a genius (no matter what Changmin says…) but the girls confirmed it too: Yunho has the hots for me.
He actually told them. How embarrassing. I didn’t really understand much through Tiffany’s squealing, but Jessica explained it to me later.
After our… not date… our… meeting, last Friday (which was very nice - we went to the cinema again), we decided to meet up again on the Saturday, because we really do get on well and enjoy each other’s company and such. We went bowling, just the two of us, and I was surprised to find out that Yunho’s actually pretty athletic. I mean, his form when he’s swinging that ball just shows off the whole line of his body, and it’s obvious that he works out, because he’s really lean and has muscles like you wouldn’t believe and he was even strong enough to lift me over his shoulder when I was ‘being too cute’, dancing about because I’d scored a strike and I could practically feel his strength beneath me and -
Um, so yeah, anyway, we went bowling, and it was fun.
We met up on Sunday, too. That wasn’t intentional though - I was shopping, and he was shopping, and we just happened to see each other, so, you know, we decided to shop together. It’s a good job we did, because I have much better taste in clothes than he does. Seriously, you should have seen the things he wanted to buy… I shudder just thinking about it. The clothes I chose for him were awesome though, because, well, I’m awesome. They were perfect for him, hugging him in all the right places and emphasising his broad shoulders and long legs and strong arms and -
Um, yeah, so we met up and I helped him buy some clothes.
He was pretty grateful for my help. So grateful, in fact, that he bought me a hot chocolate, which I thought was quite nice of him. It was good hot chocolate.
Both of us were pretty busy for most of the week - classes and homework and stuff. And of course, we do have other friends to hang out with. It’s not like we want to spend all our time with each other or anything. Even if I do get on better with him than some of my other friends…
We texted each other though. Like, every day. And night. (I don’t want to know what my phone bill is going to be for this month…). It’s just, we never run out of things to talk about! So, you know, it can be hard to stop… In fact, we kind of only stopped when one of us fell asleep… I mean, usually I’d be like, “Okay, we have to sleep now”, because it’d be 2 in the morning and even though my class didn’t start until 11, I knew that his started at 9 and that he had to be up in like, 5 hours, so then he’d wish me “Good night and sweet dreams” and when I woke up there would be a good morning message, and it was nice and everything, you know?
And that’s not wrong, is it? For friends to be like that? It doesn’t feel wrong… But, you know, at the same time, I could kind of tell that he may like me as more than a friend. I’m intuitive like that. Plus I’m super hot, so why wouldn’t he want me?
Anyway, I was just going along in half-ignorant bliss (geniuses like me can’t be completely ignorant, you see), guessing that Yunho may like me, with his subtle flirting and whatnot, but then the girls confirmed it.
According to Jessica, they’d asked him. They’d cornered him after a lesson one day (I feel so sorry for him! I could image him backed up against a wall with those crazy rabid housemates of mine bearing down on him, salivating at the thought of some juicy gossip… Poor Yunho). They’d straight-out asked him, “Do you like Jaejoong?” and… He said yes.
Oh my God I almost died when Jessica told me. Apparently they’d had a longer, more in-depth discussion afterwards, but I didn’t hear anything else she said. I was just stuck on the thought: Yunho likes me…
And now it’s Friday night (again) and we’re meeting up (again) and I was totally excited until Jessica dropped that bombshell on me (even though I sort of already knew, but I wasn’t certain, so it doesn’t count!) and now I’m all confused and don’t know how I should act. Like I was before, I guess… I mean, his texts aren’t any different now that I know (and he probably knows I know, since he told the girls and he had to know that they were going to tell me) so maybe nothing’s changed?
Oh God, I don’t know! I’ve never been in this situation before! Why does he have to be a guy!?
It’s just as I’m about to tear my hair out from frustration (okay, not really - I love my hair too much to do something like that) that I see Yunho walking towards me, looking no different than he had last week.
…All right, that’s a lie; he looks different. Better. He’s wearing some of the clothes that I picked out for him, ones that flatter his figure, and his eyes are shining brightly, reflecting the numerous lights around us, and his smile… His smile brightens up his whole face, almost dazzling me in its radiance.
…I just sounded really gay then, didn’t I? Ugh, see what he’s doing to me!? This is all too weird.
“Jae, hi.” He grins widely.
“Hey.” I nod, unable to resist a smile despite my inner turmoil.
Before I can even begin to feel uncomfortable Yunho starts talking, asking about my day, filling me in on his, and it’s as though we’ve been friends for years, laughing over silly things and teasing one another. Why was I nervous again? This is totally normal. Yunho’s not acting weird; I shouldn’t act weird either. We’re just… friends.
★ ★ ★
“Shit, Jae, are you okay!?” Yunho exclaims, quickly coming to my side. I can hear the laughter in his voice though and I scowl up at him.
“I’m fine,” I growl, struggling to get back up again and refusing the helping hand that Yunho’s offering.
“You sure?” He asks, and the laughter is still there. He receives another scowl in return. “Hey, don’t look at me like that,” he pokes my stomach. “You would’ve laughed if it’d been me.”
“…Maybe,” I grumble, finally righting myself.
“Why didn’t you just tell me that you couldn’t ice-skate?”
I blush. “Well, I’ve never tried it before, so how was I meant to know that I suck at it?” I avoid his eyes, busying myself with dusting off my clothes and hoping that he doesn’t see how embarrassed I am.
“You could've told me that it was your first time,” he says, voice soft, moving closer to brush a small flake of ice from my cheek. His warm hand lingers on my skin a little longer than necessary.
My eyes widen and I have to remember to breathe. Ice-skating, Jaejoong, he’s on about ice-skating! Not… Not a different kind of first time, so just relax, okay?
“I thought I could handle it.” I shrug, my voice not much more than a whisper. Why am I whispering? There’s no need to whisper. Just because he’s standing really close to me, it doesn’t mean that he’d be deafened if I spoke at a normal volume or anything. Stop whispering, Jaejoong.
Yunho smiles, a slow, gentle smile, and murmurs, “I can show you what to do…”
Oh God. Oh God, this is not good. Why does it sound like we’re talking about something other than ice-skating!? Does it sound like that to him too? Does he want it to sound like that? Oh God.
“Come on,” he takes my gloved hand in his, tugging me along. “It’s easy really, you just have to know how to move.”
I nod, gulping harshly. My fingers squeeze his, almost imperceptibly, but I see the small tug at the corner of his lips and know that he felt it.
We leisurely make our way around the rink, hands clasped, Yunho’s soft voice calmly telling me which leg to move when. It’s slow going, but we eventually make it half way round. That’s when things go downhill.
I look up to see how far we’ve come and the momentary distraction breaks my concentration. I feel the ice sliding out from under my skates, my stomach drops and I start flailing, trying to regain equilibrium. Yunho manages to catch me, releasing my hand and sliding behind me before gripping my waist and one of my arms, holding me still and steady.
“It’s okay, I got you,” he mumbles near my ear. Yunho’s breath stirs the hair there and my own breath hitches. “Do you know what went wrong?” He asks, voice still rumbling far too close for comfort.
It takes a moment, but I reply, “I um, I looked up and stopped listening for a second.”
“Ahh. Well, how about this, then? I’ll skate backwards in front of you so I can pull you along, and you can just follow my lead, and then if you happen to look up, you’ll only see me.”
My head dips a little in embarrassment, the words ‘only see me’ seeming to have a deeper meaning in my overactive mind. I nod tentatively and suddenly the hands on me disappear. Yunho comes around into my field of vision, smiling widely and I can’t help but to smile back.
He’s too smiley, I swear.
Steeling my resolve (and taking a deep breath to help), I determinedly place my hands in Yunho’s, frowning down at our feet in concentration. I feel a slight tug before I see Yunho’s left foot slowly sliding back. My right arm is pulled on with more force and with Yunho’s encouragement, I slide my right leg forward. We move like that for while: him pulling on an arm whilst gliding backwards and me slipping into the spot that he’s just vacated. It works well, so we start to speed up.
I’m grinning, watching as I almost seem to chase Yunho across the ice, growing more confident with every motion. My hands still grip tightly to his though, and I notice that his grip doesn’t lessen either.
I chance a glance up at him, only to find him gazing at me with the sweetest expression I’ve ever seen.
It startles me, makes my heart skip a beat, and I lose my balance, beginning to skid. He’s still in front of me though, still has hold of my hands, and I stumble into him, our chests slamming together. I hear him make a surprised sound and then we’re falling, fast, legs still moving on the ice, unable to find purchase.
The wind gets knocked out of me as I hit the floor hard, Yunho’s whole weight landing on top of me, and I feel my head whack against the solid surface of the ice. It all happened too quickly for either of us to break the fall, hands still joined between our bodies.
Speaking of bodies…
I’m immediately aware of the position we’re in; the whole length of Yunho stretched out on top of me, our legs entangled. I can feel him pressed against me everywhere, all of my senses taken up by him. Even the pain of falling on the ice is momentarily forgotten.
I’ve never been this close to another guy before, never had another guy’s body lying on top of mine, never been pressed so close to a guy. I can feel every hard ridge and toned muscle, even through our clothes, and it’s so different to what I’m used to, so different but not necessarily bad different, and all I can do is stare up at the night sky, completely frozen.
Yunho shifts on top of me and I gasp, eyes widening, conscious of the fact that his penis is pushing against mine. Okay that’s weird. Weird. And new. And weird. And he’s moving up and he’s looking down at me and holy shit his face is close. Why is his face that close? Or, more importantly, why are his lips that close!? I try to move back, but there’s nowhere to go. Did he always have a mole above his lip?
“Jaejoong!”
Huh? Oh, he’s talking to me!
I blink, turning my eyes to meet his but keeping my head motionless. His lips are still too close for comfort.
“Are you okay?” He asks, scrambling up and away from me. “I’m so sorry! I tried to catch you, but the momentum, and the ice, and… I’m sorry!”
My body feels chill as soon as he leaves, cold air rushing over me, and I’m suddenly very aware of the pain in my head and back.
“Ow,” I croak out.
“I’m sorry!”
I try to shake my head, a gentle movement back and forth on the ice. “Not your fault.”
That’s such a lie. It’s totally his fault. He distracted me with his smile and his gooey look and stuff. I blame him. I’m not going to tell him that though, because it’s kind of embarrassing.
“Here, let me help you…” He reaches out, grasping my forearms and pulling me up into a sitting position, holding on tighter as I struggle to get my feet under me.
I eventually manage to stand up, and then we’re pressed close together again, his arms still around me. I stare at him for a moment (…Okay, I stare at the mole above his lips… Okay, I stare at his lips!) but then realise what I’m doing, quickly trying to take a step back. I’d forgotten that we were still on ice though and I slip, clutching Yunho’s shoulders so that I don’t fall. Again.
“You should sit down,” he murmurs, his eyes worried. “That looked nasty. Sorry I fell on top of you…”
“It’s okay,” I mumble. My cheeks heat up and I look away, not sure how much longer I can take him gazing at me like that. His hand slides down to grasp mine and I allow him to lead me - slowly - off the ice.
We return our skates and head to a small café next to the open-air rink. Yunho buys me some hot chocolate as an apology (but I’m starting to wonder if maybe he just likes buying me hot chocolate… Well, whatever, I’m not complaining) and gets some coffee for himself. I think he may have noticed me staring longingly at a large blueberry muffin, too, since he buys one of them as well.
Sitting down at a table in the corner, Yunho puts the muffin in between us and nods at me to take a bite. He smiles shyly, making me smile back.
“How’s your head?” He asks.
“Hurts. I didn’t realise ice was so hard.”
He chuckles, hiding behind his mug. “And your back? Not too sore?”
“Nah, it’s fine,” I wave off his concern, taking another bite of the muffin. “It might ache a bit tomorrow, but right now I can only feel the pain in my head.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, pouting down at the table. “I really didn’t mean to land on you like that, it’s just -”
“I know; it’s okay.”
“But I must have hurt you, when I -”
“You didn’t; it’s alright.”
“Are you sure? Because it felt like -”
“Yunho, I’m fine.” Just please stop talking about you being on top of me…
I blush deeply, staring into the depths of my hot chocolate so that I don’t have to meet his eyes. I would rather forget the fact that only minutes ago, Yunho was splayed out on top of me, parts of our bodies touching that really shouldn’t have been…
He sighs. “If you say so… Did you enjoy it, at least?”
My head shoots up at that, eyes wide. Did I… Did I enjoy it!? What kind of question is that!? And what the hell am I supposed to answer!?
Why yes Yunho, I did enjoy having you, another guy, lying on top of me, our arms and legs entwined, our bodies pressed together. It was just delightful to feel you over me and lovely to know that that enchanting mouth of yours was just a breath away. It was fucking fantastic!
Is that what you want me to say, huh!? ‘Cause I’m not going to. No way. Just forget about it, Mister.
But I’m not going to say that I hated it, either, because I know that you like me, and saying something like that to you would just be cruel. And I’m not that mean.
Seriously though, how am I meant to reply to that question, knowing the highly suggestive position we were in!?
I’ve apparently been silent for too long, since Yunho speaks again.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he laughs, twirling the hair by his ear. I’ve noticed that he tends to do that when he’s nervous…
I’m sorry, Yunho! I don’t mean to reject you! It’s just, you’re a guy, and I’m a guy, but I’m a straight guy, but you’re not, and it’s kind of complicated, and -
“Okay, I won’t take you ice-skating again, then. I’m sorry that you didn’t have fun, and then ended up getting injured…”
- wait, what? Ice-skating? What does that have to do with -
Oh my God he was on about ice-skating! Not the whole him-and-his-manly-body-pinning-me-to-the-floor thing!
“Ah, no, I enjoyed it!” I cry, startling him. I continue on in a calmer voice. And I may smile shyly, but only because I’m embarrassed about what I thought he was on about, not because his surprised expression was cute or anything. “It was fun, and I think I was getting the hang of it near the end. I’m just too clumsy to let my concentration wander for even a second.”
“Oh,” he laughs, face brightening. “I’m glad you liked it! And yeah, you were getting good. What distracted you the second time?”
“Um, I don’t remember,” I lie, face heating up.
“Silly Boo-Jae - I told you to look only at me,” he teases, grinning.
“'Boo-Jae'?” I ask before I can stop myself.
I watch as Yunho’s cheeks infuse with colour, eyes widening and mouth gaping for a second. “I, um, I… I-is it okay, if I call you that…?” He avoids my gaze, obviously embarrassed.
I smirk, pleased that I could make him flustered for a change. “Of course you can, Yunnie.”
He looks shocked at the nickname and I snort, enjoying this awkward side of him.
We’re quiet for a minute whilst I steadily devour the rest of the muffin and Yunho regains his composure. I can’t stop grinning, the throbbing on the back of my head barely bothering me now. He picks up his coffee, gulping down the cooling liquid after smiling shyly at me.
Everything is soon back to normal, our conversation jumping about all over the place and Yunho teasing me, flirting. My cheeks begin to hurt from excessive smiling, and all I can think is, I don’t want this night to end.
Part 2
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two-shot (1/2)
Genre: Humour, romance, smidgen of smut
Summary: I, Kim Jaejoong, am awesome. And handsome and clever and charming and witty and cute and so on and so forth. Somehow, this led to my female housemates thinking that I'm gay. And somehow, this led to me being set up with a guy. I know, I know, I can hardly believe it myself. But what's even harder to believe is that… I think I kind of like him.
A/N: You can read this fic in Spanish here (part 1) - translated by bsbhikari
You can read this fic in Russian here (part 1) - translated by Maskil
I am a genius.
No, really, I am. Maybe not in the traditional sense, like Changmin (damn snarky know-it-all brat…) but I really do possess some unusual smarts. How else would you explain the situation that I’m in, apart from the fact that I’m a genius? Exactly - you can’t.
No normal-minded guy would find themselves in a room full of half-naked girls, laughing jovially and being fawned over. No normal-minded guy would be allowed to sit here shirtless, whilst said girls ‘ooh’ed and ‘aah’ed over his muscles, groping and squeezing him. No normal-minded guy would get to hear all about what these girls do to themselves and what they’d like a guy to do to them. You know, sexually.
(Well, maybe they would if they went to a brothel, but I’m not in a brothel, so shut up).
Nope, only I get to do those things. Because I’m a genius. You see…
They think I’m gay.
I’m not, of course - far from it, as evidenced by my half-hard cock. I don’t have anything against gay people, mind - one of my sisters is a lesbian, and we all accept her just fine. I just want to make it clear, though; I, Kim Jaejoong, love women.
I love them so much that I’m willing to let them think that I like guys, so that I can sit in the same room with them, half-naked, for hours at a time. I know - genius, right?
…Maybe I should explain why, exactly, they think that I’m gay.
So, I’m in university, right? And no, before you start, they didn’t catch me ‘experimenting’ or anything like that. I’ve never done anything even remotely sexual with a guy, okay? Not that they know that, but whatever. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, uni.
So I’m in university, and I was kind of late in applying for accommodation (all right, I forgot. And then missed the deadline. What? I’m only human) so my parents had to help me find somewhere to live here in Seoul with only about 2 weeks left until term started. The only place left at such short notice was a house not too far from campus that was occupied by three girls. They were just starting their second year, but my parents managed to convince them to let little old me live with them, since they had a spare room.
It wasn’t really much of a big deal - I have 8 sisters, I’m used to living in a house full of girls. Doesn’t mean I enjoy it, but I can cope.
The girls were kind of skittish around me at first, but I get that, you know; I’m one hell of a sexy guy - light brown hair, falling across my forehead in soft waves and framing my face perfectly; big, soulful eyes; pouty lips that any girl would kill for. Yeah, I admit it: I’m fucking hot.
So I understand why they would be nervous in my presence. Especially when I walk around topless, which I do quite a bit. Hey, no one complained when I lived at home, and it’s hard to break a habit like that, okay? And speaking of hard, have I mentioned my abs? You could grate cheese on them, I swear. Don’t even get me started on how finely toned my arms are, either.
…What was I on about? Oh right, the girls.
Yeah, they were a little on edge, but then I started cooking for them (I’m a mean ass cook) and tidying up around the house and generally just being my amazing self, so we became friends. And then one day they asked me that… honestly, shocking question.
We were all sitting innocently in the living room, watching X-Man and laughing at the two male contestants climbing all over each other on the monkey bars, when Tiffany turned to me.
“Hey, Jae,” she said conversationally. “We were wondering… Are you gay?”
And I swear, I almost died. I mean, seriously? Me? Gay?
So I was all, “Um, what?” And I think I may have squeaked a little, but come on, who reacts normally to that kind of question?
They looked at each other and then at me and then at the TV (where the guys were still at it) and then back at me and this time it was Jessica who spoke.
“Are you gay? It’s cool if you are - we won’t judge you or anything.”
“W-why would you think I was gay?” Yeah, okay, I stuttered. And yes, I may have choked a little on the last word, but that’s not important.
“Well,” Yuri started, “it’s just, you know, you kind of act gay.” At my scandalised look, she continued. “You cook, like, really well and you’re so clean and tidy and you take longer than us to get ready in the mornings and your hair is amazing and you’re really sweet and thoughtful and you always cover your mouth when you laugh and you actually call your mum every Sunday and your waist is tiny and I’m pretty sure you’re wearing girls jeans at the moment, and…” She looked at the other girls.
“And you have a half-naked picture of Kim Junsu on your bedroom wall,” Jessica put in.
“Hey, he is a damn good singer!” I protested.
“He is good,” Jessica nodded, “but he’s also half-naked in that picture.”
I pouted, folding my arms across my chest. “Yeah well, it was free with a magazine,” I grumbled.
Tiffany shrugged. “You still put it up.”
The room was silent for a minute, with me scowling to myself with puffed up cheeks and wondering how the hell all of those things (which were completely true - even the bit about girls jeans…) made me gay. I still don’t really get it, to be honest.
Is it a crime to look after my appearance? To keep a tidy house? To let my mum know I’m still alive? And, you know, Kim Junsu really is pretty awesome. He’s like my idol. I want his butt… Um, not in that way. I mean, I want his butt on me. I mean… You know what, forget I said anything.
“Look, Jae,” Yuri began. “We’re not trying to gang up on you here or anything. We really like you. You’ve become an important part of this house. We just want to know the truth…”
I lifted my eyes to her, saw that she was being sincere, and noticed the same expressions on the faces of the other two as well.
And that’s when my genius idea hit me: if they thought that I was gay, then they would be even friendlier with me than they were already. They would treat me like one of their own, which meant that I would be privy to all of the things that guys didn’t usually get to see or hear about. And, honestly, it wasn’t like I was looking to sleep with any of them. They were attractive, of course, but… there was no lust. I would be stupid not to say I was gay.
So, I looked up at them from under my eyelashes, bit my lip, and just generally tried to act cute. It wasn’t that hard, to be honest, because apart from being smoking hot I can be pretty fucking adorable, too.
“I… I didn’t think I was that obvious,” I murmured and smirked inwardly when the girls grinned. “You guys won’t tell anyone, right?” I asked. I knew that if something like this got out, my chances of ever getting laid again would be zero, and I was planning on having a lot of sex this year. I had to keep the whole ‘I’m gay’ thing confined to our house. See, I told you I’m a genius; I do actually think things through.
“Oh Jae, of course we won’t tell anyone,” Tiffany practically squealed, throwing herself across the sofa and into my lap. Her arms wrapped around me, her boobs squishing against my arm, and I was amazed that my genius plan was working so quickly.
“Don’t worry, this’ll just be between us,” Jessica winked.
I grinned back sheepishly, ignoring Tiffany’s ramble about how she just knew I was gay and how she was desperate to ask me and God knows what else. Girl can talk…
So anyway, that’s how I ended up here, in Yuri’s room, watching as the girls try on various outfits that they bought earlier in the day. And yeah, they’re changing in front of me. And yeah, it’s fucking hot. Am I lucky or what?
The girls are talking about someone they ran into whilst shopping, and I’m trying not to drool at their half-naked bodies, but then I hear my name and figure that I should probably start listening.
“Oh my God, they would make such a cute couple!” Tiffany cries.
Jessica beams. “I know, right!?”
“Who would make a cute couple?” I ask, wondering if I really want to know.
“You and Yunho,” Jessica says, turning to me and grinning widely.
I make a valiant effort to keep my eyes on hers and to not look at her chest. I’m getting pretty good at it now, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t hard. Anyway, stop thinking about her boobs… What was she on about? Oh, right, me and -
“Who’s Yunho?”
“He’s a guy on our course,” Yuri tells me, sitting next to me on the bed. “He’s so nice, and funny, and totally hot. You guys would look really good together.”
“I… What?” I stare at her incredulously.
“He’s gay,” Tiffany nods, like that’s what I’m confused about. “And currently single. And I just know you guys would hit it off. So, what do you say? Want to meet him?”
“I, um…” Oh, shit. Okay, I wasn’t expecting this… They actually want to set me up with a guy? Fuck. Think Jaejoong, think! “Oh, uh, I don’t know… I mean, he may not be my type… Like, we may not have anything in common… And I don’t even know what he looks like.”
“Well, what is your type?” Jessica asks, finally putting a t-shirt on.
I think for a moment, then say, “Nice hands.”
“Oh?” Yuri leers at me. “Any reason? I mean, hands can be used for a lot of things…”
It takes me a second to catch on to what she’s implying, but the giggling of the other two helps me along. I gasp, shocked.
“Yuri!” I cry. “Oh my God, no! That’s not why I like them!” I shudder, the thought of a guy’s hands on me ever so slightly disturbing.
“Oh Jae, you should see your face,” Jessica laughs. “Anyway, what else do you like in a guy?”
“Um…” Nothing? I don’t like guys! Okay, what do I like in a girl… Apart from boobs. “I like being in control, but for them to take the lead occasionally too. I like someone who’s good with kids, and who considers their family a high priority. I like someone who isn’t afraid to show me their cute and silly side… And of course, they have to be as hot as me,” I grin.
I’m rather alarmed when the girls swoon at my answer.
“Jae, that’s like, exactly the kind of guy Yunho is,” Tiffany tells me, hands clutched to her chest and eyes shimmering. “You guys really are perfect for each other.”
“Just meet him once, okay?” Jessica asks. “Just once, and if you don’t hit it off then we’ll leave it alone, but seriously, you guys would be awesome together. Besides, you’ve not shown any interest in anyone since getting here, and it’s our duty to help you out.”
I flounder for a response, an excuse, anything so that I don’t have to be set up with a guy, but my genius seems to be failing me right now. I guess… I guess it wouldn’t hurt, just meeting the guy. Afterwards I can say that I didn’t feel anything for him, and all will be well. Right? Right.
I sigh. “Okay, fine, I’ll meet him.”
I try not to cringe at the excited squeals that my acquiescence provokes.
★ ★ ★
“Oh my God, there he is!” Tiffany squeals excitedly. Frantically, she starts waving. “Yunho! Yunho!”
I sink down further in my chair, refusing to look up at the guy approaching our table. Why did I agree to do this again?
“Hey,” a cheery voice calls. “Sorry I’m late - have you guys been waiting long?”
“No, we just got here,” Jessica answers, and from the corner of my eye I see someone sitting down in between her and Yuri. “Yunho, this is Jaejoong; Jae, this is Yunho.”
“Nice to meet you,” the cheery voice says.
I glance up, knowing that I can’t put it off any longer lest I come off as a rude asshole (which I’m not - it’s just, this whole thing is making me kind of uncomfortable). The guy is smiling at me, and I’m very happy to note that he doesn’t seem to be checking me out or anything; that would make me even more uncomfortable.
His hair is its natural black, cut stylishly with a fringe and feathered layers, just long enough to brush his shoulders. His smile is genuine, even if it doesn’t reach his eyes, and is it just me, or is his face smaller than normal?
Wait, that’s not important. What is important is that he’s not looking at me like he wants to have sex with me. Which is good. Because, obviously, I don’t want to have sex with him either. That’s just… no.
Okay then, I can do this! Yeah, I’ll just think of it as meeting a new friend.
I take a breath and smile back. “Hi. Nice to meet you too.”
I resolutely ignore Tiffany’s squeal and her murmured, “Oh my God, you guys are so cute!”
Yunho chuckles at her remark, ducking his head and avoiding my eyes.
There’s horrible, awkward silence for a moment, and then Jessica stands up. “Well, we’ll be leaving you two now.”
“What?” I cry before I can stop myself.
“We’re leaving,” she repeats, gesturing for the other girls to get up too. Walking away with Tiffany, she calls over her shoulder, “Have fun, guys!”
“And don’t forget to use a condom,” Yuri winks at us as she follows the others.
My eyes widen and I choke on air, unable to believe that she just said that. Why am I friends with these girls? Seriously. I look over at Yunho; he looks about as embarrassed as I feel.
We sit in silence for about a minute whilst I wonder what the hell I’m meant to say. Thankfully, Yunho takes the lead.
“So, now that they’ve given us their blessing, what do you say? Should we check into a love hotel?”
I gape at him, all words leaving me. He… We… What!?
He laughs at my expression, the sound rich and happy, his eyes crinkling. “Hey, don’t look at me like that - I’m kidding!”
I close my mouth slowly and feel the blush working its way into my cheeks. Right, he’s kidding, of course. I knew that. He just shocked my genius into hiding, that’s all.
“Was it that bad of a joke?” He asks sheepishly, twisting a lock of hair by his ear. “Sorry… I’m kind of nervous. Set-ups always make me feel pressurised, so I just wanted to break the tension.”
I manage a smile and will my heartbeat to go back to normal. Come on Jaejoong, calm down! He wasn’t really propositioning you. “Ah, it’s okay. I’m a little nervous too,” I admit. “I’ve never really done this before. You know, been set up… With a guy…”
Yunho nods in understanding, then enquires in a low voice, “Have you ever been out with a guy before?”
I shake my head. “Nope, this is all new to me.” And I never want to experience it again…
Smiling softly, Yunho says, “How about this then; we don’t think about the fact that we’ve been set up and just get to know each other as friends instead. That way, all the pressure’s off, and if we find that we have nothing in common, there’s no hard feelings.”
I grin back, glad that he doesn’t want to make this an actual date. I’m not sure I could handle that… And my obvious straight-ness would probably give me away, anyway. I am, after all, incredibly straight. Which is why it still confuses me that the girls think I’m gay… Well, whatever.
“That sounds good,” I nod. “So, do we have anything in common?”
Yunho starts laughing again, his amusement at my blunt question obvious. “I don’t know, do we?”
Immediately I think of the fact that I like girls and he doesn’t, but I don’t think that saying that would be a very good idea. So… What can I say?
“What music are you into?” I eventually ask.
“Different stuff,” Yunho shrugs. “BIGBANG, Beast, Kim Junsu -”
“Oh my God, I love Kim Junsu!” I exclaim, grinning widely. “He’s so amazing, and such a good singer, and his dancing! I wish I could dance like that…” I trail off happily. I soon realise what I’ve just said though and feel my cheeks heat up, horrified at how, well, gay I probably sounded.
I can’t help it though! Kim Junsu makes me fangirl… Boy. Fanboy. Yes.
Chuckling, Yunho says, “That’s one thing we have in common then - except for the fact that I can dance like that.”
I gasp. “Oh my God no way!” …Okay, Jaejoong, control yourself. You’re not doing a very good job of acting straight here. But then again, I’m meant to be acting gay, so…
Yunho nods, smiling shyly. “I like dancing. I don’t have Junsu’s ass though, so it doesn’t look as good.”
I laugh and murmur, “Yeah, he does have quite the ass…” Oh my God, seriously Jaejoong. You are still straight, right?
“I know,” Yunho gushes. “I wonder what it’d be like to -” He suddenly stops, eyes widening and cheeks reddening.
“To what?” I ask.
Yunho winces in embarrassment. “Ah, I was going to say something rude, but I didn’t think it’d be appropriate for a first meeting…”
I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was going to say. Does he want Junsu’s ass? That’s not inappropriate. I want his ass too. Well, not like that, but - oh my God, Yunho probably does want his ass like that!
My breath gets caught in my throat and I force a smile. Holy shit. Okay, I can deal with this. He’s a gay guy, and Junsu’s… Well, Junsu. Of course he would want him, you know, that way. I just… Yeah, next topic.
“So, uh, what other kinds of stuff do you like doing?” Stuff that doesn’t involve touching other guys in naughty places, that is…
“Ah, you know, just going out with friends, things like that. What about you?”
I think for a moment, then say, “I like cooking. And I’m pretty good at it too. Well, okay, really good. I can make my friend Changmin do just about anything by promising him some food.”
“Anything, huh?” Yunho smirks.
I regard him for a moment, confused at his tone of voice. When I speak like that, usually I’m implying… Wait, is he implying…!?
“Oh God, not like that!” I hasten to explain, horrified at the thought of doing something like that with my snarky dongsaeng. “God, no… Changmin’s like a little brother or something… Doing that, I… No.” I shudder in disgust at the mental image.
Once again Yunho laughs gleefully, apparently enjoying provoking these sorts of reactions from me. I’d probably be angrier if he didn’t look so happy whilst smiling… Stupid smiley happy guy. Hmph.
“Changmin: like a little brother. Got it.” Yunho’s still grinning widely, his whole face lit up in joy. “What about actual siblings then?”
“I have eight older sisters,” I tell him and watch as his jaw drops open.
“Eight?”
“Yup.” I laugh at his shocked expression. “I’m the youngest, and the only boy. It’s made for an… interesting life.”
I don’t think I’ll tell him about how my sisters used to dress me up as a girl when I was younger. That’s probably a little too gay… I also won’t tell him that they used to foist their boys love comics on me, because honestly, I’m still a little weirded out by that myself.
“I only have one sister,” Yunho says. His eyes soften and he smiles fondly. “She’s a few years younger than me. Jihye.”
Before I can stop myself, I wink and ask, “She as pretty as you?” And then I die inside because holy shit, I think I just flirted with a guy. And what happened to the whole ‘friends’ thing, huh? These questions seem more potential-partner orientated, and I’m not liking it.
Yunho laughs, seemingly shocked at my behaviour (much like I am…). “Prettier,” he answers. He bites his lip, looking up at me from under his lashes. “But she’d be jealous that I’m talking to someone as pretty as you.”
My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat, aware that this is dangerous territory and I should abort immediately. Still, all I can do is to breathily reply, “I’m a guy - I’m not pretty.”
“No, you’re right,” Yunho concedes, smiling softly again. “You’re not pretty.”
I nod in agreement and ignore the fact that it annoys me that he doesn’t think I’m pretty. Yes, I may be a guy, so I shouldn’t be pretty, but the fact of the matter is, I’m downright beautiful.
Apparently Yunho does think so too though, since his next mumbled words are: “You’re gorgeous.”
I blush deeply and look away, knowing that this is going back into the danger zone again. Why the hell am I flirting with a guy!? This is flirting, right? I feel weird. This is wrong. It doesn’t matter that he thinks I’m gorgeous (‘cause let’s face it, I am) or that as far as guys go, he’s rather attractive too. The point is, he’s male, and I’m straight. I have to stop this. Like, now.
I take a deep breath and nervously meet his eyes. “Um, Yunho… I…”
He nods. “It’s okay. I get it; you’re new to all of this. I’m sorry for being so forward, especially after saying we should just be friends. You do seem interesting though, and I would like to get to know you - as a friend! - so… Do you fancy going to see a film or something?”
I deliberate for a moment, regarding him silently. “What film?”
Yunho shrugs. “I don’t know what’s on. Would you like to go and see, though?”
“It… it wouldn’t be a date, right?” I confirm, still feeling something churning up inside of me at the thought of going on a date with a guy.
“Not a date,” he smiles. “Don’t you ever go to the cinema with your friends?”
“Of course I do,” I scoff.
“Well then. We’re just two friends, going to the cinema to watch a film. Nothing wrong with that, right?”
The corners of my mouth twitch up, amused at his attempts to mollify me. “Right.”
“Let’s go then,” he grins.
★ ★ ★
As soon as I get back home that night, the interrogation starts.
“So, how was it?” Jessica grins, sticking her head out of the kitchen.
“Fine,” I shrug, toeing off my shoes.
Stepping around Jessica and out into the hall, Yuri asks, “What’d you guys do?”
“Not much,” I say. “Saw a film, had some food.” I start to walk towards the stairs.
“Are you going to see him again?” Tiffany’s eyes sparkle as she at she stares up at me from the kitchen doorway.
“Yeah.” I blush; not because I’m embarrassed about seeing ‘him’ again, but because I know they’re going to get the wrong idea, and that’s embarrassing.
Sure enough, squeals reach my ears as I quickly make my way upstairs, retreating to my bedroom. I shut the door quietly and fling myself down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes.
Today was… fun. Really fun. Yunho’s cool. It turns out that we actually have a lot in common, which is, you know… cool.
But…
I think he likes me. Like, like likes me.
I understand why he would - I’m sexy, adorable, witty, knowledgeable, charming, and just an all round amazing guy. And it was meant to be a set-up. It was kind of inevitable, really, that he would be attracted to me. So I get it, I do.
It’s just… I’m straight. Even though we get on great and like loads of the same stuff and yeah, I’ll admit it, he’s pretty good-looking… I’m not into guys. But he is. And I think he might be into me. But I just want to be his friend. So now… I’m confused.
We made plans to see each other again on the weekend, and we exchanged numbers and all, and I do want to hang out with him more, because he is really cool and we could probably be really good friends, but I don’t know how well that’s going to work if he wants to get into my pants, you know? At some point I’m going to have to tell him that I’m not interested in him that way. Or interested in anyone with a penis.
I guess I could just say that I thought I was gay, then I realised I wasn’t…? That could work, right? Right?
Or maybe I shouldn’t see him again and spare myself the worry… I get a weird feeling when I think that though. Strange. And he looked so happy when I agreed to see him on Friday night - even though I specified it was just as friends - that I’d feel bad if I cancelled… Plus, I don’t want to cancel… Like I said, I do want to see him again…
I just… Feel funny when I think of the way he looked at me. It wasn’t like he was leering at me or anything, and he wasn’t doing it all the time, either, but… Every once in a while, I’d look at him, and he’d be looking at me, like… Like he wanted to cup my cheek and lean in close and place a soft kiss on my lips and who knows what else. Obviously I don’t want him to do any of those things, but knowing that he wants to makes me feel… God, I don’t even know.
Not disgusted, which I guess is good. I don’t like the idea of being a homophobe. It does make me shiver, though, and I’m fairly certain that I blushed every time I caught him looking at me like that.
Ugh, why is this so confusing!? Why can’t he be straight like me? Then we’d just be good friends and all would be well. We would go to the cinema and watch the kind of films that we both enjoy and we would go to a restaurant that serves the kind of food that we both like and we would go shopping and buy CDs of bands that we both like, and just be friends but no, he has to be gay, and he has to look at me, all hooded eyes and secret desires and make me feel weird and awkward, like we can’t just be friends, even though he said we could be.
I scowl, huffing and crossing my arms over my chest. I may be pouting in frustration too, but that’s neither here nor there.
I guess it’s my own fault, really. I was the one who led people to believe that I actually like guys that way. I bet if we’d just met normally, everything would be fine and Yunho wouldn’t want to get in my pants (though that is debatable, since as I’ve mentioned, I am awesome).
I don’t know, maybe I’m just reading too much into the whole thing. I mean, it’s not like he tried to make a move on me or anything. Not even when we were in the cinema, sitting next to each other in the dark. We didn’t even sit on the back row!
Yeah, I’m probably just being paranoid… Just because Yunho’s gay and I’m hot, it doesn’t automatically mean that he fancies me. And just because I thought that he was looking at me like he liked me, it doesn’t mean that he was. Hell, I just met the guy - he could look at everyone like that, for all I know.
I’m broken out of my mental rambling by Kim Junsu’s voice singing, “I got you, under my skin”, signalling that I have a new text message. I reach for my phone, sighing deeply. My breath catches when I see that it’s from the very person plaguing my thoughts.
Hey :) I had fun today. I’m glad that you agreed to meet me and that we could become friends :) See you Friday! Yunho
I smile despite myself, biting my lip to stop it from becoming too wide. He’s glad he met me too… And, he’s glad that we could become ‘friends’? Meaning he doesn’t want anything more? Oh thank God. I worried myself for nothing.
But… Why don’t I feel more relieved?
★ ★ ★
All right, so I definitely think that Yunho likes me. No, wait, I know that he likes me. I figured it out on my own, because, as I may have mentioned, I am a genius (no matter what Changmin says…) but the girls confirmed it too: Yunho has the hots for me.
He actually told them. How embarrassing. I didn’t really understand much through Tiffany’s squealing, but Jessica explained it to me later.
After our… not date… our… meeting, last Friday (which was very nice - we went to the cinema again), we decided to meet up again on the Saturday, because we really do get on well and enjoy each other’s company and such. We went bowling, just the two of us, and I was surprised to find out that Yunho’s actually pretty athletic. I mean, his form when he’s swinging that ball just shows off the whole line of his body, and it’s obvious that he works out, because he’s really lean and has muscles like you wouldn’t believe and he was even strong enough to lift me over his shoulder when I was ‘being too cute’, dancing about because I’d scored a strike and I could practically feel his strength beneath me and -
Um, so yeah, anyway, we went bowling, and it was fun.
We met up on Sunday, too. That wasn’t intentional though - I was shopping, and he was shopping, and we just happened to see each other, so, you know, we decided to shop together. It’s a good job we did, because I have much better taste in clothes than he does. Seriously, you should have seen the things he wanted to buy… I shudder just thinking about it. The clothes I chose for him were awesome though, because, well, I’m awesome. They were perfect for him, hugging him in all the right places and emphasising his broad shoulders and long legs and strong arms and -
Um, yeah, so we met up and I helped him buy some clothes.
He was pretty grateful for my help. So grateful, in fact, that he bought me a hot chocolate, which I thought was quite nice of him. It was good hot chocolate.
Both of us were pretty busy for most of the week - classes and homework and stuff. And of course, we do have other friends to hang out with. It’s not like we want to spend all our time with each other or anything. Even if I do get on better with him than some of my other friends…
We texted each other though. Like, every day. And night. (I don’t want to know what my phone bill is going to be for this month…). It’s just, we never run out of things to talk about! So, you know, it can be hard to stop… In fact, we kind of only stopped when one of us fell asleep… I mean, usually I’d be like, “Okay, we have to sleep now”, because it’d be 2 in the morning and even though my class didn’t start until 11, I knew that his started at 9 and that he had to be up in like, 5 hours, so then he’d wish me “Good night and sweet dreams” and when I woke up there would be a good morning message, and it was nice and everything, you know?
And that’s not wrong, is it? For friends to be like that? It doesn’t feel wrong… But, you know, at the same time, I could kind of tell that he may like me as more than a friend. I’m intuitive like that. Plus I’m super hot, so why wouldn’t he want me?
Anyway, I was just going along in half-ignorant bliss (geniuses like me can’t be completely ignorant, you see), guessing that Yunho may like me, with his subtle flirting and whatnot, but then the girls confirmed it.
According to Jessica, they’d asked him. They’d cornered him after a lesson one day (I feel so sorry for him! I could image him backed up against a wall with those crazy rabid housemates of mine bearing down on him, salivating at the thought of some juicy gossip… Poor Yunho). They’d straight-out asked him, “Do you like Jaejoong?” and… He said yes.
Oh my God I almost died when Jessica told me. Apparently they’d had a longer, more in-depth discussion afterwards, but I didn’t hear anything else she said. I was just stuck on the thought: Yunho likes me…
And now it’s Friday night (again) and we’re meeting up (again) and I was totally excited until Jessica dropped that bombshell on me (even though I sort of already knew, but I wasn’t certain, so it doesn’t count!) and now I’m all confused and don’t know how I should act. Like I was before, I guess… I mean, his texts aren’t any different now that I know (and he probably knows I know, since he told the girls and he had to know that they were going to tell me) so maybe nothing’s changed?
Oh God, I don’t know! I’ve never been in this situation before! Why does he have to be a guy!?
It’s just as I’m about to tear my hair out from frustration (okay, not really - I love my hair too much to do something like that) that I see Yunho walking towards me, looking no different than he had last week.
…All right, that’s a lie; he looks different. Better. He’s wearing some of the clothes that I picked out for him, ones that flatter his figure, and his eyes are shining brightly, reflecting the numerous lights around us, and his smile… His smile brightens up his whole face, almost dazzling me in its radiance.
…I just sounded really gay then, didn’t I? Ugh, see what he’s doing to me!? This is all too weird.
“Jae, hi.” He grins widely.
“Hey.” I nod, unable to resist a smile despite my inner turmoil.
Before I can even begin to feel uncomfortable Yunho starts talking, asking about my day, filling me in on his, and it’s as though we’ve been friends for years, laughing over silly things and teasing one another. Why was I nervous again? This is totally normal. Yunho’s not acting weird; I shouldn’t act weird either. We’re just… friends.
★ ★ ★
“Shit, Jae, are you okay!?” Yunho exclaims, quickly coming to my side. I can hear the laughter in his voice though and I scowl up at him.
“I’m fine,” I growl, struggling to get back up again and refusing the helping hand that Yunho’s offering.
“You sure?” He asks, and the laughter is still there. He receives another scowl in return. “Hey, don’t look at me like that,” he pokes my stomach. “You would’ve laughed if it’d been me.”
“…Maybe,” I grumble, finally righting myself.
“Why didn’t you just tell me that you couldn’t ice-skate?”
I blush. “Well, I’ve never tried it before, so how was I meant to know that I suck at it?” I avoid his eyes, busying myself with dusting off my clothes and hoping that he doesn’t see how embarrassed I am.
“You could've told me that it was your first time,” he says, voice soft, moving closer to brush a small flake of ice from my cheek. His warm hand lingers on my skin a little longer than necessary.
My eyes widen and I have to remember to breathe. Ice-skating, Jaejoong, he’s on about ice-skating! Not… Not a different kind of first time, so just relax, okay?
“I thought I could handle it.” I shrug, my voice not much more than a whisper. Why am I whispering? There’s no need to whisper. Just because he’s standing really close to me, it doesn’t mean that he’d be deafened if I spoke at a normal volume or anything. Stop whispering, Jaejoong.
Yunho smiles, a slow, gentle smile, and murmurs, “I can show you what to do…”
Oh God. Oh God, this is not good. Why does it sound like we’re talking about something other than ice-skating!? Does it sound like that to him too? Does he want it to sound like that? Oh God.
“Come on,” he takes my gloved hand in his, tugging me along. “It’s easy really, you just have to know how to move.”
I nod, gulping harshly. My fingers squeeze his, almost imperceptibly, but I see the small tug at the corner of his lips and know that he felt it.
We leisurely make our way around the rink, hands clasped, Yunho’s soft voice calmly telling me which leg to move when. It’s slow going, but we eventually make it half way round. That’s when things go downhill.
I look up to see how far we’ve come and the momentary distraction breaks my concentration. I feel the ice sliding out from under my skates, my stomach drops and I start flailing, trying to regain equilibrium. Yunho manages to catch me, releasing my hand and sliding behind me before gripping my waist and one of my arms, holding me still and steady.
“It’s okay, I got you,” he mumbles near my ear. Yunho’s breath stirs the hair there and my own breath hitches. “Do you know what went wrong?” He asks, voice still rumbling far too close for comfort.
It takes a moment, but I reply, “I um, I looked up and stopped listening for a second.”
“Ahh. Well, how about this, then? I’ll skate backwards in front of you so I can pull you along, and you can just follow my lead, and then if you happen to look up, you’ll only see me.”
My head dips a little in embarrassment, the words ‘only see me’ seeming to have a deeper meaning in my overactive mind. I nod tentatively and suddenly the hands on me disappear. Yunho comes around into my field of vision, smiling widely and I can’t help but to smile back.
He’s too smiley, I swear.
Steeling my resolve (and taking a deep breath to help), I determinedly place my hands in Yunho’s, frowning down at our feet in concentration. I feel a slight tug before I see Yunho’s left foot slowly sliding back. My right arm is pulled on with more force and with Yunho’s encouragement, I slide my right leg forward. We move like that for while: him pulling on an arm whilst gliding backwards and me slipping into the spot that he’s just vacated. It works well, so we start to speed up.
I’m grinning, watching as I almost seem to chase Yunho across the ice, growing more confident with every motion. My hands still grip tightly to his though, and I notice that his grip doesn’t lessen either.
I chance a glance up at him, only to find him gazing at me with the sweetest expression I’ve ever seen.
It startles me, makes my heart skip a beat, and I lose my balance, beginning to skid. He’s still in front of me though, still has hold of my hands, and I stumble into him, our chests slamming together. I hear him make a surprised sound and then we’re falling, fast, legs still moving on the ice, unable to find purchase.
The wind gets knocked out of me as I hit the floor hard, Yunho’s whole weight landing on top of me, and I feel my head whack against the solid surface of the ice. It all happened too quickly for either of us to break the fall, hands still joined between our bodies.
Speaking of bodies…
I’m immediately aware of the position we’re in; the whole length of Yunho stretched out on top of me, our legs entangled. I can feel him pressed against me everywhere, all of my senses taken up by him. Even the pain of falling on the ice is momentarily forgotten.
I’ve never been this close to another guy before, never had another guy’s body lying on top of mine, never been pressed so close to a guy. I can feel every hard ridge and toned muscle, even through our clothes, and it’s so different to what I’m used to, so different but not necessarily bad different, and all I can do is stare up at the night sky, completely frozen.
Yunho shifts on top of me and I gasp, eyes widening, conscious of the fact that his penis is pushing against mine. Okay that’s weird. Weird. And new. And weird. And he’s moving up and he’s looking down at me and holy shit his face is close. Why is his face that close? Or, more importantly, why are his lips that close!? I try to move back, but there’s nowhere to go. Did he always have a mole above his lip?
“Jaejoong!”
Huh? Oh, he’s talking to me!
I blink, turning my eyes to meet his but keeping my head motionless. His lips are still too close for comfort.
“Are you okay?” He asks, scrambling up and away from me. “I’m so sorry! I tried to catch you, but the momentum, and the ice, and… I’m sorry!”
My body feels chill as soon as he leaves, cold air rushing over me, and I’m suddenly very aware of the pain in my head and back.
“Ow,” I croak out.
“I’m sorry!”
I try to shake my head, a gentle movement back and forth on the ice. “Not your fault.”
That’s such a lie. It’s totally his fault. He distracted me with his smile and his gooey look and stuff. I blame him. I’m not going to tell him that though, because it’s kind of embarrassing.
“Here, let me help you…” He reaches out, grasping my forearms and pulling me up into a sitting position, holding on tighter as I struggle to get my feet under me.
I eventually manage to stand up, and then we’re pressed close together again, his arms still around me. I stare at him for a moment (…Okay, I stare at the mole above his lips… Okay, I stare at his lips!) but then realise what I’m doing, quickly trying to take a step back. I’d forgotten that we were still on ice though and I slip, clutching Yunho’s shoulders so that I don’t fall. Again.
“You should sit down,” he murmurs, his eyes worried. “That looked nasty. Sorry I fell on top of you…”
“It’s okay,” I mumble. My cheeks heat up and I look away, not sure how much longer I can take him gazing at me like that. His hand slides down to grasp mine and I allow him to lead me - slowly - off the ice.
We return our skates and head to a small café next to the open-air rink. Yunho buys me some hot chocolate as an apology (but I’m starting to wonder if maybe he just likes buying me hot chocolate… Well, whatever, I’m not complaining) and gets some coffee for himself. I think he may have noticed me staring longingly at a large blueberry muffin, too, since he buys one of them as well.
Sitting down at a table in the corner, Yunho puts the muffin in between us and nods at me to take a bite. He smiles shyly, making me smile back.
“How’s your head?” He asks.
“Hurts. I didn’t realise ice was so hard.”
He chuckles, hiding behind his mug. “And your back? Not too sore?”
“Nah, it’s fine,” I wave off his concern, taking another bite of the muffin. “It might ache a bit tomorrow, but right now I can only feel the pain in my head.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, pouting down at the table. “I really didn’t mean to land on you like that, it’s just -”
“I know; it’s okay.”
“But I must have hurt you, when I -”
“You didn’t; it’s alright.”
“Are you sure? Because it felt like -”
“Yunho, I’m fine.” Just please stop talking about you being on top of me…
I blush deeply, staring into the depths of my hot chocolate so that I don’t have to meet his eyes. I would rather forget the fact that only minutes ago, Yunho was splayed out on top of me, parts of our bodies touching that really shouldn’t have been…
He sighs. “If you say so… Did you enjoy it, at least?”
My head shoots up at that, eyes wide. Did I… Did I enjoy it!? What kind of question is that!? And what the hell am I supposed to answer!?
Why yes Yunho, I did enjoy having you, another guy, lying on top of me, our arms and legs entwined, our bodies pressed together. It was just delightful to feel you over me and lovely to know that that enchanting mouth of yours was just a breath away. It was fucking fantastic!
Is that what you want me to say, huh!? ‘Cause I’m not going to. No way. Just forget about it, Mister.
But I’m not going to say that I hated it, either, because I know that you like me, and saying something like that to you would just be cruel. And I’m not that mean.
Seriously though, how am I meant to reply to that question, knowing the highly suggestive position we were in!?
I’ve apparently been silent for too long, since Yunho speaks again.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he laughs, twirling the hair by his ear. I’ve noticed that he tends to do that when he’s nervous…
I’m sorry, Yunho! I don’t mean to reject you! It’s just, you’re a guy, and I’m a guy, but I’m a straight guy, but you’re not, and it’s kind of complicated, and -
“Okay, I won’t take you ice-skating again, then. I’m sorry that you didn’t have fun, and then ended up getting injured…”
- wait, what? Ice-skating? What does that have to do with -
Oh my God he was on about ice-skating! Not the whole him-and-his-manly-body-pinning-me-to-the-floor thing!
“Ah, no, I enjoyed it!” I cry, startling him. I continue on in a calmer voice. And I may smile shyly, but only because I’m embarrassed about what I thought he was on about, not because his surprised expression was cute or anything. “It was fun, and I think I was getting the hang of it near the end. I’m just too clumsy to let my concentration wander for even a second.”
“Oh,” he laughs, face brightening. “I’m glad you liked it! And yeah, you were getting good. What distracted you the second time?”
“Um, I don’t remember,” I lie, face heating up.
“Silly Boo-Jae - I told you to look only at me,” he teases, grinning.
“'Boo-Jae'?” I ask before I can stop myself.
I watch as Yunho’s cheeks infuse with colour, eyes widening and mouth gaping for a second. “I, um, I… I-is it okay, if I call you that…?” He avoids my gaze, obviously embarrassed.
I smirk, pleased that I could make him flustered for a change. “Of course you can, Yunnie.”
He looks shocked at the nickname and I snort, enjoying this awkward side of him.
We’re quiet for a minute whilst I steadily devour the rest of the muffin and Yunho regains his composure. I can’t stop grinning, the throbbing on the back of my head barely bothering me now. He picks up his coffee, gulping down the cooling liquid after smiling shyly at me.
Everything is soon back to normal, our conversation jumping about all over the place and Yunho teasing me, flirting. My cheeks begin to hurt from excessive smiling, and all I can think is, I don’t want this night to end.
Part 2