Te Quiero 1/?
Title: Te Quiero 1/?
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17 for some sexual situations that might be too explicit (warning: may contain some dark themes!)
Word Count: 2346
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything.
Summary: Love at first sight and beyond that.
♥♥♥
“Yunho-sshi, this is Jaejoong,” the manager places a hand on Jaejoong’s back, a little too close to his bottom for his liking. Jaejoong bows respectfully to the authoritative man he is being presented to despite thinking thoughts like damn manager.
Jaejoong is surprised, really. He’s at the JE headquarters, working on a collaboration between his own music company and JE. But when he accepted the job, he didn’t think he would ever get to meet the man in front of him. The man is busy, and honestly, he doesn’t expect presidents of multinational record labels to be able to visit the production sites and even stay to chat. Apparently, this man is a little different.
But perhaps more of a good different, he thinks, as the president extends his hand for a handshake. Jaejoong’s eyes run over the clean-cut suit, the long, long dress pants-covered legs and leather shoes before returning to the president’s face. It is sharp, sculpted, as if carved from a diamond. A face that exudes strength and determination, and promises of power and precision.
The hand slides a little further down and Jaejoong shivers a little from the tingling that shoots up his spine. He has to force himself not to move and to focus on looking up at the president of Jung Entertainment.
President Jung’s hand in his seems to stiffen a little and his eyes are a little far away, slightly narrowed. It’s gone in a flash and Jaejoong thinks he imagined it because the other man shouldn’t have anything to glare at.
---
Jaejoong doesn’t know what to do now.
He takes another swig of the beer bottle and closes his eyes as the memory hits him, and breaks over him like a wave too great to contain-
“Jaejoong-ah…” He could feel the warm breath tickling his neck and his ear but forced himself to stay in his seat because it couldn’t be anyone else but his manager in his dormitory, breathing down his neck, no less.
Aish, the things I do for my dreams.
He hummed non-commitmentally and waited for his manager to continue since he had learned that with his manager, keeping silent was normally the fastest way to get things over with. He tensed when he felt hands groping his chest from behind, and was about to stand up when he heard the next sentence. “You know I have complete control over your career, right?” He froze, not sure where this was going, and the hands roved further down, sneaking under his waist band of his training pants and finding his clothed manhood, kneading with fingers. Jaejoong moaned even though the whole situation was so, so wrong and flushed with shame, his hands gripping the table before him and his knuckles turning white from the exertion. The hand rolled his balls through the fabric of his boxers, the friction unbelievably delicious, and he couldn’t stop his moan from echoing through the kitchen, louder than before. A kiss came at the back of his neck before murmuring into his skin, “And you know what I want, don’t you?”
The words went through his lust-filled haze, and he didn’t know if he would give up so much for his dreams. But before he could reply, the hands disappeared, and he was being hauled up to his feet by arms being hooked under his.
Pressed against the table, his pants all but pushed down, his manager grinded against him - the hot and pulsing denim-clad appendage against the crack of his still-clothed ass making it crystal clear that it was no misunderstanding.
Jaejoong was in a daze, still, caught between disbelief and indecision. Not believing that this was happening to him, and also unable to decide if he would let it happen.
It was the sound of a zipper being pulled down that broke him out of his reverie, and panic, fear, anger filled him.
It’s not worth it, he was sure. He turned around and kicked his manager, still preoccupied with his jeans, in the shin. Pulling his pants up in a rush, and grabbing some money off the table, he ran out of the dormitory as if his life depended on it.
-He is sure his career will crash and burn. There are not many stages that will condone a dancer who offends a manager, even if said manager is from a relatively small record label. He sighs and takes another swig of the beer.
---
His head is buzzing pleasantly with the warmth of alcohol coursing through his veins when a man slides into a seat at his table. He looks up at the man in surprise a little belatedly, the liquor in his system making him sluggish. He stares at the face for a little while, trying to place the familiarity to his memory. Recognition rips the state of drunkenness from him and he sobers up from the shock
Jung Yunho.
Then he starts to hiccup, to his utmost embarrassment.
---
The next morning sees Jaejoong dressed up to the nines in one of the few suits he has - instead of his usual ratty training pants and tank-top or shirt - to try and match up to the supposed sobriety of the circumstances. It turns out that he was wrong in assuming that signing a contract with Jung Entertainment is a very grave matter. It feels like the biggest thing in his life up till now, but apparently it’s not so for the rest of the world because Jung Yunho sits across him with a coffee table separating them at a random café instead of the scenario he imagined - Jung Yunho, all business-like in his suit and behind his office desk, offering him an expensive fountain pen to sign on the dotted line.
Jaejoong laughs at something Yunho (“Call me Yunho, I insist. I feel really old if you call me Mr Jung when I’m only a few years ahead.”) says, the piece of paper that seemed so important just a few minutes ago slipping from both their minds.
They talk like old friends and fight over the bill a little until Yunho puts his foot down and says “I’m the boss and I’ll pay. It’s an order!” It’s all a little tongue-in-cheek when Jaejoong points out that he hasn’t signed yet and technically he can ignore that order. There’s a silence as Jaejoong realises that they haven’t touched on the contract the whole time they spent there, despite the intent of the meeting in the first place, and he worries that Yunho didn’t mean what he said the night before and isn’t planning to sign him on.
“Please?” Jaejoong looks up to see Yunho pouting a little and it's so cute he can’t resist laughing, despite his heart suddenly feeling heavy after the thought.
When Yunho pulls out a brown envelope and hands it to him after paying for the bill, he almost heaves a sigh of relief. Jaejoong tells him he can sign it now, but Yunho insists that he brings it home to read through carefully, and tells him to take as much time as he needs, and to call him if there’s any problem with it. Yunho scribbles his private phone number on the surface of the brown paper in a wide, neat script that Jaejoong thinks suits him.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong breathes, feeling gratitude fill his entire being, as he grips the envelope that Yunho hands to him. Yunho just smiles and they part ways, Jaejoong filled with thoughts of how amiable and how kind and how amazingly timely Yunho is.
---
“Jaejoong!”
The dancer hears his name being called and squints, trying to shield his eyes from the spotlight pointed directly at him. The visitor is descending the stairs of the auditorium and Jaejoong smiles in recognition as the president comes on stage. The rest of the crew, seeing that the president is here, goes on an unofficial break for water and nature’s calls, some opting to just sit down where they are after hours of gruelling practice.
“Juice?” Jaejoong makes out Yunho’s smile - bright, genuine - even though he is facing Jaejoong with his back to the spotlight, shielding the latter from its glare, which means Yunho holding up a cup of coffee is pretty much a black silhouette against the light.
Jaejoong nods, smiling in response, and the two move to sit at the edge of the stage, their legs dangling a distance from the ground below. Jaejoong slurps at his cool drink, swirling the lidded cup and listening to the ice cubes collide in the liquid, while Yunho holds up his own cup of coffee to his lips.
The dancer frowns in confusion. “Hey, why did I get orange juice instead?” he voices.
“Well, aren’t you hot after practice?”
“Yes, but-“
“That’s why you get juice.”
But you have to go to the cafeteria at the other side of the building to get juice, Jaejoong thinks, suddenly noting that the coffee isn’t steaming. The man had made coffee in his own personal pantry and then had gone to the staff cafeteria for his drink.
Jaejoong says “thank you” quietly, and the only indication that Yunho hears it is the slight smile he catches sight of before the latter hides it behind his cup as he holds his drink up for another swallow.
---
The other dancers tell him that Yunho is exceptionally nice to him and they ask him why. But he doesn’t know how to answer, because he only started talking to the man properly when they met the second time round. He tells them that he supposes that Yunho finds him easy to talk to and they became fast friends. He invites them to come join them when Yunho visits next time because Yunho is really nice when you start talking to him, but they give him dubious looks and tell him it’s alright.
Jaejoong feels a little sad because Yunho must be a little lonely - even though he’s such an amazingly warm person, no one knows.
---
Jaejoong’s first day off from work, he lays on the couch in his sleep clothes (which are not much difference from his dancing clothes, really) watching reruns of variety shows. He’s utterly bored but too lazy to move at the same time. His phone beeps and he reaches for it, trying not to tip the couch over as he does.
Sender:Yunho
I’m so bored.
His fingers fly across the keypad as a smile spread across his face.
Hang in there \O/
Jaejoong gets up from the couch and goes to the closet to change into jeans and a shirt. He stops by a shop to pick up something before driving to the company.
---
Yunho scrunches up his nose at the bitter smell that wafts to his nose when he unlids the cup, earning a laugh from Jaejoong.
“…what is this?”
“Juice. I’m returning the favour.” Jaejoong replies simply.
“I got you OJ! What is this thing?! I’m not drinking this!” Yunho exclaims in disbelief, tilting the cup towards Jaejoong as if Jaejoong doesn’t know what green, disgusting, foamy liquid the cup contains.
“It’s vegetable juice - it’s good for you! You should stop drinking coffee!” Jaejoong argues with a slight pout, “and I went all the way on my off-day to get it for you!”
There’s a slight lull as Yunho considers it. “Aish… ” Yunho sighs and made a face before putting the edge of the cup to his lips. “I’m only doing this for you!” he mutters grudgingly against the paper cup, then cringing, finishes the entire thing in one shot.
Jaejoong smiles like he just won a million dollars.
---
Jaejoong bows, euphoria and adrenaline coursing through him as he follows the rest of the crew and half-bounces-half-strides backstage. The laughter that he is letting out now is bordering on hysterical to his own ears but he doesn’t bother to stop it. He thinks he’s allowed to bask in the afterglow and mirth of finishing a performance and it’s even more precious to him because he once thought he would never be able to stand on a stage and dance for an audience ever again.
He’s surprised and incredibly touched to find his friend standing backstage with a bouquet of flowers, the ribbon holding the wrapping to the flora also sporting a small elephant plush toy. Drunk on the happy emotions swirling in his head, he throws his arms around Yunho without thinking, the latter barely saving the flowers in time by holding it out of the way.
Yunho seems a little stunned and pats his back somewhat awkwardly since his arms are trapped under Jaejoong’s. Jaejoong realises belatedly what he’s doing and quickly detaches himself from Yunho, hands smoothing over the other man’s shoulders to even out any creases he might have caused.
I just pounced on him, Jaejoong thinks in horror and embarrassment, a slight tinge of red tinting his face. Yunho lets out the laugh that Jaejoong is starting to like more and more, raises a hand to ruffle Jaejoong’s hairspray-coddled hair and offers the bouquet to Jaejoong. “Congratulations”, Yunho says with a wide smile. The latter accepts the gift, looking down at it and cradling it like a baby-
Before he’s engulfed in a bone-crushing hug. It’s warm, Jaejoong thinks fleetingly, as he is pressed against the other man’s chest. “Revenge”, Yunho says near his ear, and Jaejoong can just imagine the cheeky smile he’s sporting.
“MY FLOWERS!” Jaejoong exclaims, “Let me go, you big idiot!”
Yunho does as he’s told, smiling apologetically but looking far too pleased with himself to be truly repentant.
“My flowers…” Jaejoong moans in lamentation.
---
The dancers tease Jaejoong about the blue plush toy attached to his handphone because it’s such a girly thing to do.
But he keeps it there, and stares at and squishes it affectionately between his fingers occasionally - because no matter what others say, it’s the first time someone has waited for him backstage with a gift to congratulate him.
♥♥♥
A/N: I adopted this plot from gaypop (thanks, bb!) because I thought it’s really interesting! It's a spoiler but if you want to read what she wrote, it's here~
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17 for some sexual situations that might be too explicit (warning: may contain some dark themes!)
Word Count: 2346
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything.
Summary: Love at first sight and beyond that.
♥♥♥
“Yunho-sshi, this is Jaejoong,” the manager places a hand on Jaejoong’s back, a little too close to his bottom for his liking. Jaejoong bows respectfully to the authoritative man he is being presented to despite thinking thoughts like damn manager.
Jaejoong is surprised, really. He’s at the JE headquarters, working on a collaboration between his own music company and JE. But when he accepted the job, he didn’t think he would ever get to meet the man in front of him. The man is busy, and honestly, he doesn’t expect presidents of multinational record labels to be able to visit the production sites and even stay to chat. Apparently, this man is a little different.
But perhaps more of a good different, he thinks, as the president extends his hand for a handshake. Jaejoong’s eyes run over the clean-cut suit, the long, long dress pants-covered legs and leather shoes before returning to the president’s face. It is sharp, sculpted, as if carved from a diamond. A face that exudes strength and determination, and promises of power and precision.
The hand slides a little further down and Jaejoong shivers a little from the tingling that shoots up his spine. He has to force himself not to move and to focus on looking up at the president of Jung Entertainment.
President Jung’s hand in his seems to stiffen a little and his eyes are a little far away, slightly narrowed. It’s gone in a flash and Jaejoong thinks he imagined it because the other man shouldn’t have anything to glare at.
---
Jaejoong doesn’t know what to do now.
He takes another swig of the beer bottle and closes his eyes as the memory hits him, and breaks over him like a wave too great to contain-
“Jaejoong-ah…” He could feel the warm breath tickling his neck and his ear but forced himself to stay in his seat because it couldn’t be anyone else but his manager in his dormitory, breathing down his neck, no less.
Aish, the things I do for my dreams.
He hummed non-commitmentally and waited for his manager to continue since he had learned that with his manager, keeping silent was normally the fastest way to get things over with. He tensed when he felt hands groping his chest from behind, and was about to stand up when he heard the next sentence. “You know I have complete control over your career, right?” He froze, not sure where this was going, and the hands roved further down, sneaking under his waist band of his training pants and finding his clothed manhood, kneading with fingers. Jaejoong moaned even though the whole situation was so, so wrong and flushed with shame, his hands gripping the table before him and his knuckles turning white from the exertion. The hand rolled his balls through the fabric of his boxers, the friction unbelievably delicious, and he couldn’t stop his moan from echoing through the kitchen, louder than before. A kiss came at the back of his neck before murmuring into his skin, “And you know what I want, don’t you?”
The words went through his lust-filled haze, and he didn’t know if he would give up so much for his dreams. But before he could reply, the hands disappeared, and he was being hauled up to his feet by arms being hooked under his.
Pressed against the table, his pants all but pushed down, his manager grinded against him - the hot and pulsing denim-clad appendage against the crack of his still-clothed ass making it crystal clear that it was no misunderstanding.
Jaejoong was in a daze, still, caught between disbelief and indecision. Not believing that this was happening to him, and also unable to decide if he would let it happen.
It was the sound of a zipper being pulled down that broke him out of his reverie, and panic, fear, anger filled him.
It’s not worth it, he was sure. He turned around and kicked his manager, still preoccupied with his jeans, in the shin. Pulling his pants up in a rush, and grabbing some money off the table, he ran out of the dormitory as if his life depended on it.
-He is sure his career will crash and burn. There are not many stages that will condone a dancer who offends a manager, even if said manager is from a relatively small record label. He sighs and takes another swig of the beer.
---
His head is buzzing pleasantly with the warmth of alcohol coursing through his veins when a man slides into a seat at his table. He looks up at the man in surprise a little belatedly, the liquor in his system making him sluggish. He stares at the face for a little while, trying to place the familiarity to his memory. Recognition rips the state of drunkenness from him and he sobers up from the shock
Jung Yunho.
Then he starts to hiccup, to his utmost embarrassment.
---
The next morning sees Jaejoong dressed up to the nines in one of the few suits he has - instead of his usual ratty training pants and tank-top or shirt - to try and match up to the supposed sobriety of the circumstances. It turns out that he was wrong in assuming that signing a contract with Jung Entertainment is a very grave matter. It feels like the biggest thing in his life up till now, but apparently it’s not so for the rest of the world because Jung Yunho sits across him with a coffee table separating them at a random café instead of the scenario he imagined - Jung Yunho, all business-like in his suit and behind his office desk, offering him an expensive fountain pen to sign on the dotted line.
Jaejoong laughs at something Yunho (“Call me Yunho, I insist. I feel really old if you call me Mr Jung when I’m only a few years ahead.”) says, the piece of paper that seemed so important just a few minutes ago slipping from both their minds.
They talk like old friends and fight over the bill a little until Yunho puts his foot down and says “I’m the boss and I’ll pay. It’s an order!” It’s all a little tongue-in-cheek when Jaejoong points out that he hasn’t signed yet and technically he can ignore that order. There’s a silence as Jaejoong realises that they haven’t touched on the contract the whole time they spent there, despite the intent of the meeting in the first place, and he worries that Yunho didn’t mean what he said the night before and isn’t planning to sign him on.
“Please?” Jaejoong looks up to see Yunho pouting a little and it's so cute he can’t resist laughing, despite his heart suddenly feeling heavy after the thought.
When Yunho pulls out a brown envelope and hands it to him after paying for the bill, he almost heaves a sigh of relief. Jaejoong tells him he can sign it now, but Yunho insists that he brings it home to read through carefully, and tells him to take as much time as he needs, and to call him if there’s any problem with it. Yunho scribbles his private phone number on the surface of the brown paper in a wide, neat script that Jaejoong thinks suits him.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong breathes, feeling gratitude fill his entire being, as he grips the envelope that Yunho hands to him. Yunho just smiles and they part ways, Jaejoong filled with thoughts of how amiable and how kind and how amazingly timely Yunho is.
---
“Jaejoong!”
The dancer hears his name being called and squints, trying to shield his eyes from the spotlight pointed directly at him. The visitor is descending the stairs of the auditorium and Jaejoong smiles in recognition as the president comes on stage. The rest of the crew, seeing that the president is here, goes on an unofficial break for water and nature’s calls, some opting to just sit down where they are after hours of gruelling practice.
“Juice?” Jaejoong makes out Yunho’s smile - bright, genuine - even though he is facing Jaejoong with his back to the spotlight, shielding the latter from its glare, which means Yunho holding up a cup of coffee is pretty much a black silhouette against the light.
Jaejoong nods, smiling in response, and the two move to sit at the edge of the stage, their legs dangling a distance from the ground below. Jaejoong slurps at his cool drink, swirling the lidded cup and listening to the ice cubes collide in the liquid, while Yunho holds up his own cup of coffee to his lips.
The dancer frowns in confusion. “Hey, why did I get orange juice instead?” he voices.
“Well, aren’t you hot after practice?”
“Yes, but-“
“That’s why you get juice.”
But you have to go to the cafeteria at the other side of the building to get juice, Jaejoong thinks, suddenly noting that the coffee isn’t steaming. The man had made coffee in his own personal pantry and then had gone to the staff cafeteria for his drink.
Jaejoong says “thank you” quietly, and the only indication that Yunho hears it is the slight smile he catches sight of before the latter hides it behind his cup as he holds his drink up for another swallow.
---
The other dancers tell him that Yunho is exceptionally nice to him and they ask him why. But he doesn’t know how to answer, because he only started talking to the man properly when they met the second time round. He tells them that he supposes that Yunho finds him easy to talk to and they became fast friends. He invites them to come join them when Yunho visits next time because Yunho is really nice when you start talking to him, but they give him dubious looks and tell him it’s alright.
Jaejoong feels a little sad because Yunho must be a little lonely - even though he’s such an amazingly warm person, no one knows.
---
Jaejoong’s first day off from work, he lays on the couch in his sleep clothes (which are not much difference from his dancing clothes, really) watching reruns of variety shows. He’s utterly bored but too lazy to move at the same time. His phone beeps and he reaches for it, trying not to tip the couch over as he does.
Sender:Yunho
I’m so bored.
His fingers fly across the keypad as a smile spread across his face.
Hang in there \O/
Jaejoong gets up from the couch and goes to the closet to change into jeans and a shirt. He stops by a shop to pick up something before driving to the company.
---
Yunho scrunches up his nose at the bitter smell that wafts to his nose when he unlids the cup, earning a laugh from Jaejoong.
“…what is this?”
“Juice. I’m returning the favour.” Jaejoong replies simply.
“I got you OJ! What is this thing?! I’m not drinking this!” Yunho exclaims in disbelief, tilting the cup towards Jaejoong as if Jaejoong doesn’t know what green, disgusting, foamy liquid the cup contains.
“It’s vegetable juice - it’s good for you! You should stop drinking coffee!” Jaejoong argues with a slight pout, “and I went all the way on my off-day to get it for you!”
There’s a slight lull as Yunho considers it. “Aish… ” Yunho sighs and made a face before putting the edge of the cup to his lips. “I’m only doing this for you!” he mutters grudgingly against the paper cup, then cringing, finishes the entire thing in one shot.
Jaejoong smiles like he just won a million dollars.
---
Jaejoong bows, euphoria and adrenaline coursing through him as he follows the rest of the crew and half-bounces-half-strides backstage. The laughter that he is letting out now is bordering on hysterical to his own ears but he doesn’t bother to stop it. He thinks he’s allowed to bask in the afterglow and mirth of finishing a performance and it’s even more precious to him because he once thought he would never be able to stand on a stage and dance for an audience ever again.
He’s surprised and incredibly touched to find his friend standing backstage with a bouquet of flowers, the ribbon holding the wrapping to the flora also sporting a small elephant plush toy. Drunk on the happy emotions swirling in his head, he throws his arms around Yunho without thinking, the latter barely saving the flowers in time by holding it out of the way.
Yunho seems a little stunned and pats his back somewhat awkwardly since his arms are trapped under Jaejoong’s. Jaejoong realises belatedly what he’s doing and quickly detaches himself from Yunho, hands smoothing over the other man’s shoulders to even out any creases he might have caused.
I just pounced on him, Jaejoong thinks in horror and embarrassment, a slight tinge of red tinting his face. Yunho lets out the laugh that Jaejoong is starting to like more and more, raises a hand to ruffle Jaejoong’s hairspray-coddled hair and offers the bouquet to Jaejoong. “Congratulations”, Yunho says with a wide smile. The latter accepts the gift, looking down at it and cradling it like a baby-
Before he’s engulfed in a bone-crushing hug. It’s warm, Jaejoong thinks fleetingly, as he is pressed against the other man’s chest. “Revenge”, Yunho says near his ear, and Jaejoong can just imagine the cheeky smile he’s sporting.
“MY FLOWERS!” Jaejoong exclaims, “Let me go, you big idiot!”
Yunho does as he’s told, smiling apologetically but looking far too pleased with himself to be truly repentant.
“My flowers…” Jaejoong moans in lamentation.
---
The dancers tease Jaejoong about the blue plush toy attached to his handphone because it’s such a girly thing to do.
But he keeps it there, and stares at and squishes it affectionately between his fingers occasionally - because no matter what others say, it’s the first time someone has waited for him backstage with a gift to congratulate him.
♥♥♥
A/N: I adopted this plot from gaypop (thanks, bb!) because I thought it’s really interesting! It's a spoiler but if you want to read what she wrote, it's here~