Somebody got lucky tonight 2/3
Title: Somebody got lucky tonight 2/3
Rating: PG
Characters: DBSK with Suju cameos
Pairings: Yunho x?
Sitting in Yunho’s penthouse two weeks later, Yoochun was ready to admit some things. One, Jaejoong really was lovely. Two, he did indeed look like an angel. Three, he could be both evil and cute at the same time (forcing Yunho to give him a piggyback all the way up to the 12th floor when the lift broke). Four, he danced with passion. This didn’t mean he could dance; just that he put his soul into it. Yoochun had watched earlier that night, as Jaejoong played the part of a swan in Swan Lake. Not the evil magician owl guy, not the prince with the skintight leotard (Yoochun couldn’t get over the fact guys had to wear those, he was traumatized by the fact you could see pretty much everything), but a swan. The part girls played. Yunho was so transfixed by the performance that Yoochun didn’t have the heart to tell him Jaejoong was more of a pelican when dancing than a swan. When not dancing, he did manage to carry himself with an infuriating grace and air which made Yoochun wish he could do the same. How anyone looked good bending down to pick up a bloody pencil he’d never know. Also…he was flexible. Extremely flexible if his dancing was anything to go by. Yoochun smirked. No wonder Yunho limped.
The past two weeks for Yunho had been hell, every friend, colleague and old schoolmate knew about his boyfriend. Yoochun had decided the double boyfriend issue was too good to be spread to those not worthy of such gossip, sharing it with their close circle of friends only. Texts, emails, phone calls, even a telegram had been sent to him asking about every aspect of their relationship to the point where Yunho considered sending a big message back saying “I lied. I’m actually going to become a monk and move to a mountain in Vienna.”
Damn Park Yoochun and his busybody ways. HeeChul had sent him an obnoxiously big bouquet of tiger lilies and orchids with a video of “The Nutcracker simplified for morons like you (as his post-it said)”; and Kang In had sent him a singing telegram, at work, in the middle of a meeting whereby Han Kyung had dropped his potted plant in shock and Si Won gaped like a goldfish. Sungmin skipped by on his lunch break and dropped furry pink handcuffs on his desk to the shock of everyone around him (mostly ladies who were now suffering from severe heartbreak or fangirling); Ki Bum had given him a sympathetic smile and handed him aspirin.
“Say a~h,” said Jaejoong as he held a spoon full of seafood goodness up to Yunho.
“A~H,” said Yunho and closed his eyes in bliss as the soup slid down.
Yoochun snorted.
“Man, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, you are totally whi-”
“Say A~H Micky!”
Two big round eyes bore into his own, the innocence shining, shining, oh so shiny. Drink, they said. Drink the tasty soup.
“A~H.” Yoochun hummed happily and licked his lips. Yunho raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t think Junsu will be too pleased to hear this.”
A pause.
“Hyung you wouldn’t! After everything we’ve been through, the parties, the hangovers! You and I are buddies!”
Jaejoong chuckled softly from where he leant on Yunho, golden hair forming a halo in the light.
“Perhaps I won’t and perhaps I will. Until something comes up I’ll keep this to myself and Junsu won’t know.”
“Unless I say something to him,” said Jaejoong, sliding his arm across Yoochun’s (since when was he next to him?) making him shiver, before drawing back to the other side to nuzzle Yunho. “After all, I haven’t met him.”
“And you never will! I mean, not yet…” Yoochun trailed off and began to drink his soup with renewed vigour.
“Yunho tells me you write music.”
“No, I said he writes angsty songs about how life sucks and love hurts and that his cheesy songs are incinerated every time I see one.”
Yoochun looked positively scandalized.
“I do not write angsty songs! I write deep, meaningful songs that are full of emotion!”
Yunho snorted. Jaejoong nodded.
“Yes, I think I remember seeing your name…Did you write the latest song for Xiah Junsu? Rainy Night?”
The smug smile that filled his face was longer than the Nile.
“Yes, we co-wrote it together. He’s my boyfriend too… But unlike Yunho I didn’t try to hide that.”
Yunho glared at him.
“Hide it?” Jaejoong looked quizzically at Yunho who mimed stabbing Yoochun with a fork where Jaejoong couldn’t see. Yoochun gulped.
“I just…Didn’t want to say anything to gossipy busybodies like Chun here. Thanks to him I can’t work in peace without someone asking me stupid questions like whether you are half Swedish or actually a girl. I swear, who comes up with these stupid rumours?”
Yoochun vaguely remembered HeeChul cackling over the phone about the “rumour mill” at work. Ah.
“Since we’re on the topic of hiding things, what about your other friend? Eh Yunho?”
“Friend?” Jaejoong looked puzzled and tilted his head to the side, resembling a lost puppy. Shifting, he made it so he was staring right at Yunho from where he sat on his lap.
Yunho threw an unhappy look at Yoochun.
“What friend? And why did Yoochun say it in such a way?” Jaejoong was now looking slightly suspicious.
“Um…that is, a friend from work!”
“What’s their name?” Jaejoong’s eyes had turned into slits and Yoochun moved away from the table…and the knives. Yunho, trapped beneath Jaejoong, couldn’t move. Yoochun prayed for Yunho.
“It’s… Its’s….” Yunho was getting flustered and he said the first name that came to his mind, “Kim Heechul!”
“Oh. That’s fine then,” said Jaejoong smiling peacefully. “Except, Kim Heechul happened to call today when you were out to ask whether you preferred diamond or fur covered whips for me. He was surprised when I answered but we both agreed whips are tacky. Although I might change my mind for tonight.”
Yoochun counted all possible exits, then ruled out the windows as he remembered they were on the 12th floor. That left only one. Crap.
Jaejoong slid off Yunho and slapped him, the sound echoing through the apartment.
‘Oh crap, oh crap, holy mother f*ckin crap! What do I do, what have I done?!’
“How dare you cheat on me! After everything I’ve done for you and after everything you’ve said you useless lowlife!”
“Boojae, Jaebear, I swear, I’m not cheating on you. Yoochun was just playing, right Yoochun?” Yunho was edging as inconspicuously as possible away from the ballerina, who stood, hands on hips. Yunho shot a look of terror towards Yoochun and Jaejoong’s piercing gaze turned to him. Yoochun nodded fervently whilst his brain began to list ways to escape safely.
“Who is it!? Is that why you haven’t had time to see me lately!? Is that why you’ve been lousy in bed!?”
Yunho and Yoochun gasped.
‘TOO MUCH INFORMATION!’ screamed Yoochun’s brain.
“I’m not lousy in bed! You’re just too wild! You like to try too many things at once and I can’t handle it!”
‘OH MY GOD I NEED TO LEAVE’ said his brain. His body however, was now frozen in place as Jaejoong and Yunho began a screaming match in front of him. In front of the door. His one way escape, his only escape.
“Well maybe I should find someone else to satisfy my needs since you’re obviously useless!”
“Why don’t you then!”
“Maybe I have!”
Yoochun gasped. Again. Yunho looked furious.
“Excuse me? What did you say?”
Jaejoong held his chin up petulantly and looked him straight in the face.
“I said maybe I have. I need more than one person to satisfy me, especially if that one person is impotent!”
Yunho shoved Jaejoong against a wall and Jaejoong snarled angrily, fingers raking Yunho’s hair. Yoochun was really, really scared.
“He’s smarter than you, younger and taller! He’s also amazing in bed!”
Jaejoong was purposely goading Yunho now and Yoochun watched as Yunho slammed a fist into the wall beside Jaejoong’s head. He didn’t even blink and proceeded to push Yunho off him with little effort. Yoochun felt weight bearing down on his shoulders and cried inwardly as Jaejoong draped himself across his shoulders, hot breath beside his face.
“Or maybe I should replace you with Yoochun? What do you say maestro?”
‘I will not give in, I will not give in, think of mother! Damnit, it’s not…working…oh no…’
Yoochun let out a shiver and Yunho twitched. He could feel Jaejoong smirking beside him, blowing cool air on his face.
“I’d say it’s a good idea. I’m sure Junsu wouldn’t mind sharing you…or me. I certainly don’t…” Jaejoong’s voice had dropped to a husky purr that was obviously affecting Yunho.
“I-” Yoochun tried to protest before Jaejoong moved smoothly into his lap, circling his arms around Yoochun’s waist. Yunho looked ready to break something. Namely him.
“Jaejoong…” Yunho’s voice was now an octave lower, softer, scarier. Jaejoong seemed unconcerned and slid his body up against Yoochun’s, who‘s soul had long since departed. Yunho was coming closer now and Jaejoong looked defiantly at him before giving a long, slow kiss to Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun fainted.
A/N: One more part to gooo.....will post perhaps tomorrow or next weekend when I'm free...but exams....OMG DBSK's dogs have such cute names!