Press '1' For The Love of Your Life
Title: Press '1' For The Love of Your Life
Author: countingcr0ws
Pairing/ Characters: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Form: One-shot
Genre: AR, Fluff, Happy, Romance
Warning: Eight years age difference, nothing explicit though; Drunk people do not act this way, I think
Summary: Prompt- Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au.
Yunho wakes up to a stranger desperately calling him "Yoochun" while blubbering about a cheating ex-boyfriend, a broken handphone and the vomit all over his front. Yunho obviously swoops in to save the day.
“Hello?” Yunho answered groggily as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Yoochun,” The other person on the line sobbed into the phone the moment the call connected. “Yoochun, you have to come and get me,” the male voice begged between tears.
Yunho looked at his phone in confusion. “I think you’ve got the wrong number. I’m not Yoochun,” he apologized, flinching when the stranger burst into a fresh wail.
“Yoochun, please,” the stranger continued. “You’re right and I was stupid. I need you,” the voice pleaded, making a broken sound that reminded Yunho of his of family dog when it was choking. Yunho sat up in concern when the stranger launched into a slurred, incoherent ramble about Hyunjoong the cheater, his broken phone, and his stinky clothes.
Yunho felt his resolve break at the other’s predicament. “Where are you?” He asked, only to a prolonged silence. “Are you okay?” Yunho asked frantically, jumping out of bed, cursing sharply when he hit his hand against his clothes rack in his haste to get dressed.
“Diiiizzyyyy, Yoochun,” the stranger suddenly giggled into the phone.
Yunho released a breath of relief. “Can you tell me where you are?” Yunho prompted once more to a heavy sigh.
“Jungle! The Jungle! I’ve told you already,” the stranger complained as he breathed noisily into the receiver.
Making a face as he set his phone on the dashboard, Yunho pulled out of his lot as his phone connected to his car’s speakers. Jungle was the hottest gay club in town, a 15 minutes’ drive away in normal traffic, and a 10 minutes’ drive if he sped through the empty roads.
“Do you have enough money to keep the call going until I reach?” Yunho asked as he pressed on the accelerator, hitting his steering wheel with a growl when the light ahead turned red.
“Dizzy, Chunnie,” the stranger slurred in complaint. “And my pee-pee feels warm,” he giggled as Yunho jerked in his seat at the innocent non-sequitur. “Chunnie, I need to peepee,” the stranger confided seriously in a whisper.
Yunho flushed in embarrassment on the stranger’s behalf, in the confines of his car, on the empty highway. How had his innocent night achieved this strange outcome? “Are you peeing?” Yunho asked in concern when the stranger began to make mm-ing sounds into the receiver.
“Mmo, I’m mot!” The stranger said, seemingly outraged by the insinuation. Yunho took the exit on the left, grateful for the green light at the junction.
“Good. I was just asking. Make sure that you don’t pee, because you wouldn’t be able to do a good job right now,” Yunho said, his head jerking up in alert at the background noises of the call. “You okay?” He asked quickly, fists turning a sharp white around his steering wheel at the whine.
“Talk to me!” Yunho yelled when he heard a broken plea- “don’t, Chunnie’s coming,” the stranger complained, to faint sounds of laughter.
“What’s happening?” Yunho spat, his anger rising in the face of his helplessness. "Are you okay!" He yelled, flinching at the sharp sound when the stranger dropped the receiver. The car engine roared at the man’s acceleration when the dial tone sounded. Speeding towards the familiar direction of Jungle with a rolling fury, Yunho braked roughly, tearing his seat belt off when he saw a small crowd huddled at a phone booth a distance away from the club.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Yunho yelled, running towards the commotion. Grabbing and pushing the nearest boy aside by the arm, Yunho quickly turned to deflect a punch from another that advanced, twisting his arm and bringing him to his knees. The crowd of hooligans parted to reveal a brown-haired boy crying, as he complained endlessly about kindness and decency. Thankful to see the boy’s clothes intact, Yunho gestured for the boy to come towards him.
“Mind your own business, old man! We’re just having some fun!” One of the punks called out as he pulled the boy back by the hand. Yunho’s eyes blazed with fury when the crying boy meeped, swaying on his feet without attempting to pull himself away.
“Let him go,” Yunho enunciated carefully as he made a warning step forward without concern. He could really do with some Hapkido practice after the years of neglect.
“Mind your own business!” The boy repeated unwisely as he moved to push the man back, only to be subdued and taken down in a swift motion, crying out as he flailed on the ground while yelling a string of obscenities as his friends began to retreat in fear. Moving fluidly at the movement at the corner of his eye, Yunho rode on the attacker’s momentum, catching the incoming hand and throwing the punk onto the ground with his friend.
Yunho’s lips stretched slowly to a smirk as he cracked his neck coolly. “Anybody else?” He prompted, only to receive shakes of heads and desperate pleas for him to leave. “Mind your own business next time then,” Yunho advised condescendingly before pulling the blabbering boy away to his car.
-
“Did they do anything funny to you?” Yunho asked as he appraised the boy in worry.
The stranger sniffled, eyelashes clumpy with tears as he wiped at the wet tracks on his face. “I really really really need to peepee,” the boy whispered instead as he shifted in his seat, the sour odour of the vomit on his clothes permeating the enclosed area.
Yunho sighed as he moved the car off. “Where do you live?”
“I need to peepee,” the boy repeated with a whimper as he rubbed his at crotch while fussing on his seat.
“Just tell me where you live!” Yunho snipped when the boy continued to fidget instead of replying.
The boy froze instantly, as his chin began to wobble. A single tear slid down from the dark eyes dramatically before being accompanied by another, and another, until a steady stream of salty tears were flowing down his cheeks once more.
Yunho was distraught as he pulled along the corner of the road to comfort the boy who was sobbing quietly into the back of his hands. “Don’t cry,” Yunho pleaded as the stranger began to shake his head desperately.
“Please,” Yunho begged as he stretched clumsily to the back of his car for the box of tissues. “Come now, please. Don’t cry,” Yunho coaxed feebly, face crumpling further when something seemed to crack within the boy as he began to wail.
“Please, please. Don’t cry,” Yunho pleaded as he reached over to pull the feeble hands away to wipe at the stranger’s tears. Pressing a tissue onto the boy’s nose when he began to struggle for breath due to his mucus, Yunho prompted the stranger to blow, sighing when the boy complied, only to continue crying with renewed vigor.
“It’ll be okay,” Yunho comforted guiltily as the boy began to mumble to himself. “Hyunjoong doesn’t deserve you,” Yunho continued, sinking in defeat when the words instead brought a fresh wave of tears. Shoving tissues into the boy’s hand with a disgruntled roll of his eyes, Yunho set the tissue box on the console sulkily before driving for home, recognising a lost cause when he saw one.
- - -
Yunho shook his head as he reversed into his designated lot. The stranger had cried himself to sleep, and his face was crusty from snot and tears, a tragic sight before him. However, without regarding the sizeable stain on his shirt and the swollen vestiges of crying, the stranger was objectively attractive, with a toned, lithe figure that was complemented by stylish, casual clothes, his skin smooth and his pink lips plush.
Yunho shook his head as he collected the used tissues on the stranger’s lap. However did the Hyunjoong manage to cheat on a boy like that? The stranger had a delicate, ethereal element to his features and Yunho didn’t want to admit, but the cold-looking, pretty types (like the boy) was a soft spot of his.
Rounding the car, Yunho appraised the stranger before shaking his head wryly. Bending to sling an arm over his neck, Yunho thanked his gym regimen as he lifted the boy with a grunt. Hip-checking the door shut, Yunho locked his car before heading for the lift.
- - -
“I’m going to leave and you’re going to wash the suds off, okay?” Yunho asked as the boy hummed with a smile, a little less intoxicated after urinating, but still woozy nonetheless. Gulping as the water in the tub gurgled noisily, subsiding to reveal the boy’s dark, erect nipples, Yunho quickly fled the toilet as he sat on the edge of his bed, breathing deeply as he tried to compose himself. Listening out for the rush of water, the man decided to make himself useful instead.
“The clothes are out here,” Yunho called out as he collected the stranger’s dirty ones from the floor without stealing a peek. Steadfastly not looking in the direction of the bathtub as the boy began to hum to himself, Yunho fled for his laundry room.
-
The boy only had twelve dollars left, Yunho shook his head in disapproval as he returned the notes into the slim wallet before pulling out the stranger’s identity card for inspection. Alas, the stranger’s name was Kim Jaejoong, Yunho marvelled as he tried the name on his tongue thrice. It was oddly fitting, he decided, as he continued to paw through the wallet to learn that the boy was a final year business student at Seoul National University. Pretty smart, Yunho conceded before flipping the wallet shut in amusement.
-
“What,” Yunho’s eyes bulged as he gaped in shock at the doorway of his room. The stranger had fallen asleep on his bed, bare as the day that he was born. Yunho slapped his eyes violently when it zoned in sharply on the boy’s flaccid genitals. It wasn’t even particularly huge! Yunho scolded himself when his cock twitched happily in his pants at the memory of the delectable sight. It was shapely though, another part of him reasoned as he groaned in self-disbelief, bumping the need to get laid up to top priority. It was incredibly worrying when he was beginning to prey on young, helpless boys.
Dropping the wallet on his bedside table, Yunho attempted to wrestle Jaejoong into the clothes for his sanity only to end up frustrated when the boy began to whine in his sleep.
“Stop!” Yunho growled as he caught the boy’s unconscious, kicking leg.
“Nooooo,” Jaejoong complained as he twisted away, his balls shifting as he changed position. Yunho cursed the fates as he jumped out of the bed quickly in self-control.
“Well, fuck you, Kim Jaejoong,” the man swore as he pulled his covers out roughly from under the boy before replacing them gruffly on the unconscious form. “Fuck you so hard, you asshole,” he griped childishly before throwing the folded clothes down with a moue of disapproval.
-
Sending a text to his colleague to excuse himself from work for the next day, Yunho sighed, turning on the sofa to watch the luminous hands of his wall clock travel around its face.
- - - -
Jaejoong came to with a light headache, groaning as he burrowed deeper into the plush pillows. His breath was rank and his limbs were impossibly sluggish--wait. He bolted up quickly before wincing sharply at the consequence of the movement. Where was he? He swivelled about in shock as he took in the king sized bed and the widescreen television mounted on the wall. What was happening? He scrambled out of bed before gasping at his nudity as he clutched his chest and his crotch in shock.
“Yoochun!” He called out as his hands flitted down his body, searching for his phone, forgetting that he was completely starkers. Shit, he was so screwed, Jaejoong agonized as he ghosted over his butt. It wasn’t sore, but shit, what had happened? Quickly putting the clothes at the bedside on, he breathed in with gratitude when his wallet fell to the floor. Everything was still intact, fuck, he dropped it with shaky hands as he continued to dress himself.
He wasn’t in a hotel, that much he was sure, judging from the length of closet behind the bed, despite of the luxurious fittings. Had he been sold to the prostitute ring? Because shit, Yoochun would kill him. Eyeing the white pills at the table, the boy picked them up for a sniff before subjecting the glass of water to the same treatment. Was that really aspirin, and was this really water? Jaejoong dipped his finger into the glass before putting it into his mouth for a taste.
Fuck it, he decided before washing the pills (that he hoped wasn’t dangerous) down with the cold water.
Pulling the door open lightly, the Jaejoong gaped at the sunlight streaming in from the tall windows of the double height living room. Shaking his head, he headed for the stairs only to freeze at the sight of a man asleep on the sofa. Arming himself with the thickest hardcover book on the designer bookshelf along the walls, the irony was not lost on the boy that he was using a book of law cases to defend himself from his possible rapist. Creeping down the stairs, Jaejooong yelped when he missed a step in his focus on the man.
Tumbling ungainly down the subsequent flight of stairs, he groaned when the sharp edge of the book dug into his back.
“You’re not going to cry, are you?” A voice suddenly asked as Jaejoong gasped before scrambling for his weapon.
“Don’t come any closer!” Jaejoong warned as he slid backwards quickly.
Standing four feet away from him, the man frowned deeply, only to burst into amused chuckles as he continued forward.
“I said don’t come any closer!” Jaejoong yelled frantically as he held the book up in what he hoped was a menacing stance despite his crouch on the floor.
The man rolled his eyes instead. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take me even on your best day, Jaejoong,” the stranger teased as he loomed over him.
“How did you know my name,” Jaejoong stalled, desperately searching for an exit now that he had been cornered.
The man shook his head as he looked at the book. “Darling, the book you’re holding right now is really expensive. I would hope that you’d be wiser than to toss it at me.”
Jaejoong appraised his weapon with a frown.
“And you’ve already dented it by falling on it,” the man made a face before sighing in something akin to disappointment.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong apologized promptly as he pouted at the blunt corner guiltily.
The man rolled his eyes rudely. “There’s so much more for you to apologize,” he waved the gesture off before walking away.
Jaejoong scoffed in derision. “What do you mean,” he demanded as he scrambled to stand without setting the book down.
The man closed the fridge door to look at him. “You called me at midnight while crying yourself silly into the receiver,” he counted off with his thumb. “I got up to fetch you,” he rattled off with a second finger. “I fought a bunch of punks for you, tried to comfort you as you cried yourself silly in my car,” Jaejoong gulped in shock.
“You made my car stink with your vomit, I brought you home because you were too busy crying, carried you to my house, helped you pee, ran a bath for you, washed your clothes, preserved your dignity by covering your nude butt, took leave from work to let you sleep in, allowed you to dent my law book, lent you clothes that you finally decide to wear.” The man lifted his three fingers higher as he cocked an eyebrow at him.
Jaejoong flushed with dawning horror as his scattered memories came back in a rush. “I-” he tried only to struggle with his words. “My boyfriend cheated on me,” he explained weakly as the man made a disapproving face.
“Ah, the notorious Hyunjoong,” the stranger shook his head before rounding the counter. “Going to brush my teeth, you can follow if you want.”
Jaejoong bit his lips at man’s lack of judgement. He quickly trailed behind the other up the stairs.
“Isn’t it nice to know that nobody compromised your blushing virginity, Kim Jaejoong?” The man teased when Jaejoong flushed at the sight of the bed the moment they entered the bedroom.
Making a strangled noise of reply, Jaaejoong blinked as the man pulled open the glass doors to the dresser that rang along the length of his room. The different garments were arranged obsessively based on colour, and there were two seats in the walk-in closet.
The boy peered at the counter in the middle as the man rummaged through his cupboards for something.
“Why do you need so many ties and watches?” Jaejoong asked as he peered at the display in the casing. “What do you do?”
The man merely shrugged before gesturing for the boy to exit the walk-in dresser. “I’m a lawyer, and I just needed to spend my money somewhere.” He handed a travel toothbrush to the boy.
“Are you very busy?” Jaejoong continued as he tore the brush out of the packaging.
“Extremely,” he shrugged before passing the toothpaste over to the boy. “I just became partner though, so it’s sort of getting better.” He confessed as Jaejoong made an understanding noise around his brush.
Washing up at one of the two basins, the boy took the chance to inspect the man properly, having finished faster.
The stranger had kind, intelligent eyes and a mole above his soft cupid’s bow. Taking in the muscled planes of the man’s back outlined by the other’s thin cotton shirt and the way the garment moulded to the dip between the stranger’s shoulder blades, Jaejoong decided that the man had the sort of sturdy physique that he aspired for, especially with the arms that were capable of lifting drunk boys easily.
“I’m going to take a shower, do you want to bathe?” The man asked without mentioning Jaejoong’s scrutiny as he wiped his face.
“N-no,” Jaejoong stammered out only to receive a shrug.
“Find something to eat, then. I’ll drive you home after.” Jaejoong nodded in gratitude before fleeing the room, the blush high on his cheeks. How could they bathe and shower at the same time? The stranger had an open toilet that was only segregated by glass walls that contained the shower, bath tub, Jacuzzi, and toilet individually.
The boy stumbled down the staircase with the lascivious thought of watching the water glide off the man’s wet, shapely body. Rounding the counter, Jaejoong collapsed against the wooden counter at the sudden realization that the good-looking man had already seen his naked form. Groaning loudly into his hands, Jaejoong crumpled onto the ground in agony.
He had watched enough porn to know how uninspiring the length of his penis was. Crawling towards the fridge in anguish, the boy helped himself up to look at the fridge only to gape at the lack of food. Well, there were eggs, milk, bread, and fruits though, he mumbled to himself before rummaging through the kitchen only to find no other fresh produce. The stranger was really extremely busy, the boy thought guiltily as he appraised the stylishly designed house.
-
Stepping out of the wet cubicle to dry himself, Yunho peered at his bedroom before chastising himself at the disappointment over the boy’s absence. Did he expect Jaejoong to linger and marvel at his nudity? The man shook his head before tossing his worn clothes into the hamper.
Walking down the stairs, he was surprised to hear the boy humming to himself as he did the night before. Yunho’s mouth fell open at the sight of a pink frilly apron on his guest’s form.
How did Jaejoong find his sister’s gag gift, and was the boy actually cooking?
The boy seemed to sense his presence as he suddenly stopped humming to look at him. “I hope you don’t mind. I stress cook and you had nothing.” Yunho shut his mouth before taking a seat opposite the counter to watch the boy.
“Is that French toast?” Yunho queried incredulously as Jaejoong nodded.
“No cinnamon powder though,” he shrugged before flipping the triangles of bread in the pan.
“Are you stressed?” Yunho asked only to find the reply to his own question with a frown. “Ah, Hyunjoong, that loser,” Yunho continued as he made the connection with a sympathetic nod. “You’re still young. You’ll find someone better,” he assured with a nod when Jaejoong didn’t look up from the pan. “Someone who will keep his dick in and will know how to take care of and treasure you,” Yunho promised as he rested his chin onto his folded hands while watching the slim fingers work skilfully.
Jaejoong continued to busy himself with soaking the slices of bread, strangely put off by the man’s allegations that he would get together with somebody else. “You never told me your name,” he looked up with a smile that he didn’t quite feel.
Yunho felt his heart stutter at the playful visage as he bolted up with a quick apology. “I’m Yunho, Jung Yunho, and I’m a partner at Memphis & Baer.” He extended his hand only to retract it awkwardly when he remembered the width of his counter.
“Ah, Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong nodded as he placed a slice of butter onto the pan. “How old are you?” Jaejoong asked carefully as he appraised the man, conscious of the man’s statement that he would be able to find another simply because he was young. “You can don’t reply if you don’t want to, though,” he added hastily, conscious of his impropriety, grateful when the man chuckled instead.
“Turning thirty one this year,” Yunho shared as the boy’s eyes widened while he pursed his lips in consideration.
“That’s not very old,” the boy commented as Yunho raised his brows.
“Never said I was,” he teased as the boy’s cheeks flushed at his faux pas. “But yes, I feel old though. Work takes so much energy that I don’t do anything else apart from returning home to watch television or to lay in my bed.”
“But it’s getting better, right?” The boy asked as he switched the stove off before moving to prepare the plates. Yunho faltered at the way Jaejoong maneuvered about his kitchen so comfortably.
“Kind off?” Yunho managed intelligently before placing the stack of bread on the dining table. “Your a-apron,” he gestured at the boy, his face warm at the glimpse of the perfect bow on Jaejoong’s back.
“Sorry,” the boy flushed as he tugged the cloth over his head hastily. “Didn’t want to mess my shirt up,” he froze at the pronoun in reference to his borrowed attire. “The shirt,” he corrected himself before pausing once more as he frowned at his companion. “Your shirt,” Jaejoong concluded with a shake of his head before taking the seat adjacent to the man while Yunho continued to reel at the unfiltered innocence of the boy.
“Are you allergic to eggs?” Jaejoong worried when the lawyer didn’t move to help himself.
Yunho sputtered at the allegation. “I wouldn’t have eggs if I couldn’t have them!” He commented in disbelief as the boy bit his bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Well, then why aren’t you eating!” Jaejoong defended heatedly as Yunho complained about bossy children under his breath, to receive a light hit on his forearm.
Basking in the easy camaraderie of the morning that felt just-right, Yunho sank his teeth into a slice of French toast only for his eyes to widen in shock as he moaned noisily. “This is soooo good,” he managed before scarfing down the slice to help himself to another as the boy looked on while making modest nibbles.
“Do you always cook like this? Because I always-” Yunho paused to swallow. “I always cook like crap,” he confided as Jaejoong gave a small smile over his own slice of French toast, shy with the compliment.
“It’s okay. It would have been better with cinnamon powder,” Jaejoong denied as he chewed carefully, feeling strangely conscious of his actions.
“Nah, I don’t fancy cinnamon much,” the man replied as Jaejoong quickly thanked the heavens for the ingredient’s absence.
“Are you not hungry?” Yunho asked in concern as he set his fork down with a frown. Jaejoong denied swiftly as he shovelled the piece into his mouth.
-
Breakfast was a light affair even after the boy snapped at the man for the endless compliments of his culinary skills, having enough of the incessant blushing. The mood improved consequently as Yunho asked about Jaejoong’s classes instead, while breaking into obscene moans intermittently.
“Lemme wash,” Yunho whined as he shook his shoulders in an exaggerated tantrum while Jaejoong stepped away from the sink incredulously with raised hands.
“Has your colleagues seen you do that?” Jaejoong teased as Yunho rolled his eyes while scrubbing the pan smoothly.
“Of course,” he affirmed with a chuckle. “How do you think I became partner?” Yunho joked before they fell into a companionable silence.
Jaejoong looked at the windows at the end of the double height living room, eyes sliding across the furniture slowly before returning to the man’s back. “Do you ever feel lonely, Yunho?”
Yunho began to soap the forks. “Is this about Hyunjoong again?” He queried. “You don’t always have to be a relationship, you know. Your happiness should come from yourself instead of another person,” Yunho commented only to receive a noise of disagreement.
“I’m asking about you, Yunho. Not myself, because Hyunjoong’s just some stupid guy and while it sucked, I’m over it already.” The boy corrected as Yunho washed the vestiges of soap off the plates. “Do you ever get lonely?”
Yunho placed the wet dishes on the rack carefully before wiping his palms on the front of his pants as he turned to look at the other. “I’m glad that you’re over Hyunjoong,” he affirmed as he thought about the other crying miserably in his car just hours ago. The boy tilted his head with a frown at the deflection.
“I guess that I do?” Yunho attempted before sighing heavily when the other refused to relent. “Fine, I do get lonely but I’m busy. It’s not fair for my boyfriend if I neglect him for work. And yes, I’ve become a partner but I need to prove myself because of my age, you know? So there’s not much difference actually.” Yunho shrugged as he looked at Jaejoong’s grave expression, desperate to dissipate the sudden change in mood.
“Come on, don’t look so miserable,” Yunho chastised before pulling his phone out. “Do you want to text or call Yoochun? He’s probably worried sick,” Yunho suggested as the boy brightened before slumping almost immediately.
“I don’t know his number,” Jaejoong sighed before sinking into a pout as he fell onto the sofa. “I can’t believe I forgot about him though,” Jaejoong mumbled to himself before burrowing his face into a cushion.
“Well, waking up naked in stranger’s home can be quite traumatizing,” Yunho agreed amiably as he took a seat at the corner of his couch.
“You sound like you have quite some experience,” Jaejoong commented with a smirk as Yunho chuckled.
“Well yeah. I brought a drunk boy home once, and he actually tried to attack me with my book in the morning,” Yunho grinned as Jaejoong growled in warning.
“What a smart boy. Do you pick drunk boys up often, then?” Jaejoong continued in vindictive amusement.
“Not really,” Yunho joked. “Only the ones that are really pretty and can cook like a masterchef.”
“Stop with the cooking compliments!” Jaejoong hit the man’s thigh in protest as he crawled towards the other. “And I don’t like it when people call me pretty,” he complained as he turned over to rest his head on the man’s lap heavily.
“How about ethereal then?” The lawyer suggested as he threaded his fingers through the boy’s hair without thinking.
“Better. Ethereal, elfin, beautiful,” the boy joked, before releasing a moan at the pleasurable pressure on his scalp. “You’re really good at this,” Jaejoong mumbled thickly as the man’s fingers continued to work.
“Beginner’s luck,” Yunho returned as the boy hummed lazily in acknowledgement.
-
Jaejoong woke to the sight of Yunho’s jaw. Conscious of the man’s hand in his hair, he groaned with the slow realization that they had both fallen asleep. Jaejoong sat up as he read the time on the wall clock sluggishly.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong shook the man lightly as he crouched on the couch. “Yunho,” he repeated, falling backwards when the other’s eyes suddenly shot open without warning.
“Shit, are you okay?” Yunho asked as he immediately got onto his feet. “Crap, it’s three plus already.” Yunho swore as he helped Jaejoong up. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.” He shook his head before looking out of his windows.
“Do you want to go home? I can fetch you,” Yunho offered as Jaejoong nodded sluggishly, mind still catching up after his nap. “Come, let me get your clothes,” Yunho headed briskly for the laundry room as Jaejoong followed behind.
“Damn, your shirt’s crumpled,” Yunho sighed as he shook the shirt out in an attempt to remove the creases. “Let me iron this for you quickly,” he fussed only to pause when Jaejoong touched his arm.
“That’s Hyunjoong’s shirt,” the boy mumbled quietly as a look of understanding crossed the man’s face.
“Let me burn this for you quickly then?” He offered, crumpling the garment in his hands as he received a grin.
“Here, get changed then.” Yunho continued before dropping the dark jeans into the other’s hands. “You can keep your-slash-the-slash-my shirt on,” Yunho teased with a forced grin, refusing to acknowledge the disappointment of seeing the boy leave.
Tamping down on the curiosity as to how Jaejoong had acquired the notorious boyfriend’s shirt, Yunho dropped the garment into the kitchen’s rubbish bin.
“Ready to go?"
Jaejoong nodded as he watched Yunho toss the returned sweatpants onto the couch, his chest heavy with reluctance.
-
“I’m so sorry,” Jaejoong squeaked out the moment Yunho started the engine.
“Why?” The man queried as he pulled out of the lot with a frown.
“The smell and the tissues,” Jaejoong explained as he waved generally. Yunho only chuckled before asking for his address.
“Anyway, do you remember mumbling about wanting to pee?” The man asked only to receive a sharp hit on his arm.
“You’re not supposed to bring up things like that!” Jaejoong protested as he hid behind his hands in embarrassment.
“Am I not allowed discuss about factual happenings in the past?” Yunho teased as he came to a stop at the traffic light. “So when you got into the car, you were whining and grabbing your crotch. When I tried to make you focus, you burst into tears and refused to stop.”
“I was sad when I began drinking so when the alcohol hit, the depression was exaggerated,” Jaejoong defended as he chewed on his bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Don’t worry,” Yunho assured as he switched lanes smoothly. “It was all very adorable in retrospect.”
Jaejoong burst into raucous laughter at the ludicrousness of it all. “Even when I was clutching my crotch and making submarine noises in your tub?” Jaejoong baited as the corner of Yunho’s mouth rose in amusement.
“Especially then,” he affirmed.
“Such lies,” Jaejoong dismissed before reaching for the iPod at the console. Yunho listened to the boy making clicks on his device without concern.
“Oh my god,” the suddenly exclaimed as shook the iPod at him. “You’re a DBSK fan?”
Yunho shrugged as he made a left turn. “Yeah, they’re pretty good, you know? They can actually sing and when they harmonize-” he defended as he made an exploding noise to go with his hand gesture.
“Oh my god, precisely!” The boy’s hands flailed as he moved to face the other entirely as he set the iPod down clumsily. “Who’s your favourite member?” Jaejoong asked as he vibrated in his seat, only to wave his hand for the man to pause. “No, no. Let me guess. Let me guess. You look like a Xia fan because you put your crazy best into- no no. That’s Uknow too and you’re just like Uknow.” He mumbled to himself before smacking the other on the arm. “I know! You’re probably a Hero fan! Tell me, tell me I’m right!” The boy grabbed his seatbelt in anticipation as he jiggled his leg vigorously.
“Yeah, you’re right, you smart child,” Yunho laughed as he pushed the other away by the head as Jaejoong fist-pumped before cheering in victory.
“Guess mine. Guess mine,” Jaejoong pleaded, revealing his teeth in a wide smile when the man scrutinized him at the red light.
“Uknow? The grounded, manly sort, I think?”
“Am I not manly?” Jaejoong pouted as Yunho chuckled fondly.
“Not with that expression, no,” Yunho laughed when the boy deepened his pout.
“You’re a really good guesser,” Jaejoong praised non-sequitur, returning to face the front as they neared his neighbourhood. “And you also have a very good taste in music and idols, Yunho,” Jaejoong declared as he peered at the people on the sidewalk, too occupied to notice the man’s dejected expression as they neared his apartment.
“Block nineteen?” Yunho asked as he drove down the road slowly.
“Yeah, that one.” Jaejoong pointed, unbuckling his seatbelt as Yunho neared the curb. “So what are you doing after this?” Jaejoong asked as Yunho shifted gear to park.
The man shrugged lightly. “Get groceries I guess? Then catch up on work,” he shrugged once more as he fiddled with the base of his steering wheel.
“Tomorrow? It’s the weekends tomorrow,” Jaejoong prompted as the man made a helpless gesture.
“Work I guess?”
Jaejoong nodded heavily at the reply. “Thanks for coming down to get me,” Jaejoong said as he stared straight ahead, too conscious of himself to look at the man beside him. “And the other twelve things you listed,” he smiled fondly as he looked at his hands, faintly amused by the ludicrousness of their meeting.
“And it’s not just me, you know, that deserves someone to take care of and treasure me,” Jaejoong mumbled as he looked up timidly at his companion. “And if you have a space for a person like that in your life, I’d hope that I could be the one,” Jaejoong shifted uncomfortably, his face completely flushed, embarrassed by his daring, and the intensity of Yunho’s eyes.
“I mean, we’re both DBSK fans, we both like halves of the best ship in the world, we have an easy rapport, you make me feel really safe, and you’ve-” Jaejoong babbled on, body sinking deeper into the seat impossibly. “You’ve seen me naked and that’s really embarrassing because I’m still-” his ramblings came to a stop as Yunho’s large palms covered his.
“Can I kiss you?” Yunho whispered hoarsely as he leaned in slowly.
Jaejoong could only nod as his body trembled in disbelief and want, shivering as Yunho’s lips touched his, yes, the warmth of Yunho’s arm around him, yes, the careful hand behind his neck, yes. Jaejoong sighed into the connection, parting his lips, only to blink in disbelief when the man pulled away instead.
“Can I give you my number?” Yunho asked shyly as Jaejoong deflated in disbelief as he stuck his hand out with a pout, simultaneously fond and frustrated by the man’s gentlemanliness. It was just getting so good, dammit.
“Throw your email in, too,” he added when Yunho withdrew to appraise his work. “You have the penmanship of a primary school kid,” Jaejoong laughed when he took his hand over for inspection.
“What! No!” Yunho protested as he pulled the hand back.
“It’s so neat and stunted!” Jaejoong insisted as the man huffed.
“When has neat become a bad thing?” Yunho defended as he pressed at the ink before nodding in satisfaction when it didn’t smudge.
“Since now, you idiot,” Jaejoong replied before pressing a quick peck onto the lawyer’s lips. “I’ll find some way to text you,” he promised before opening the door, nodding when Yunho reached for his hand. Squeezing it before stepping out, Jaejoong waved exuberantly at Yunho with an ears-splitting smile, before running towards the block he lived in with his best friend.
Sighing to himself when the boy disappeared from sight, Yunho finally pulled off from the curb.
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Yunho pouted at how unnaturally quiet the car felt despite the DBSK song blasting from the speakers as he turned his engine off. Picking his phone up to pocket it, he paused at the coincidental vibration before frowning at the unknown number.
>>Unknown Number: Got scolded so badly, can we meet tomorrow? (/^▽^)/
Yunho grinned at the message, oddly pleased by his lack of surprise at the boy’s use of kaomojis.
>>Yoochun: Sent you an email, reply me asap! ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ
>>Yoochun: Yoochun’s giving me the stink-eye, can’t text anymore. (ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟReply me via email!
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>>Yoochun: I said reply me via email, not here, oh my god! ヽ(●-`Д´-)ノ
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>>Yoochun: (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻
Yunho chuckled as he pocketed his phone, a smile on his lips as the cool air of the supermarket pressed against his face. His life had taken an impossible turn in less than 24 hours, but amidst his swamp of papers and cases from his successful climb of the corporate ladder, Yunho was sure that this was a turn he had been waiting his whole life for.
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A/N: I have three shelved fics, I am a shelf. I really really like it when they see each other naked but they don't do anything dirty like oh, hahaha, your penis is cute, hahhaha. I want to touch your perky nipples (but I don't) and oh my god, he saw my peepee, this is so embarrassing, can I see your peepee too? Nooooooo.
Changed the title, little relevance still???? Dial 014758690 for the love of your life??
Mistakes all mine, comment if idk.
Author: countingcr0ws
Pairing/ Characters: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Form: One-shot
Genre: AR, Fluff, Happy, Romance
Warning: Eight years age difference, nothing explicit though; Drunk people do not act this way, I think
Summary: Prompt- Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au.
Yunho wakes up to a stranger desperately calling him "Yoochun" while blubbering about a cheating ex-boyfriend, a broken handphone and the vomit all over his front. Yunho obviously swoops in to save the day.
“Hello?” Yunho answered groggily as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Yoochun,” The other person on the line sobbed into the phone the moment the call connected. “Yoochun, you have to come and get me,” the male voice begged between tears.
Yunho looked at his phone in confusion. “I think you’ve got the wrong number. I’m not Yoochun,” he apologized, flinching when the stranger burst into a fresh wail.
“Yoochun, please,” the stranger continued. “You’re right and I was stupid. I need you,” the voice pleaded, making a broken sound that reminded Yunho of his of family dog when it was choking. Yunho sat up in concern when the stranger launched into a slurred, incoherent ramble about Hyunjoong the cheater, his broken phone, and his stinky clothes.
Yunho felt his resolve break at the other’s predicament. “Where are you?” He asked, only to a prolonged silence. “Are you okay?” Yunho asked frantically, jumping out of bed, cursing sharply when he hit his hand against his clothes rack in his haste to get dressed.
“Diiiizzyyyy, Yoochun,” the stranger suddenly giggled into the phone.
Yunho released a breath of relief. “Can you tell me where you are?” Yunho prompted once more to a heavy sigh.
“Jungle! The Jungle! I’ve told you already,” the stranger complained as he breathed noisily into the receiver.
Making a face as he set his phone on the dashboard, Yunho pulled out of his lot as his phone connected to his car’s speakers. Jungle was the hottest gay club in town, a 15 minutes’ drive away in normal traffic, and a 10 minutes’ drive if he sped through the empty roads.
“Do you have enough money to keep the call going until I reach?” Yunho asked as he pressed on the accelerator, hitting his steering wheel with a growl when the light ahead turned red.
“Dizzy, Chunnie,” the stranger slurred in complaint. “And my pee-pee feels warm,” he giggled as Yunho jerked in his seat at the innocent non-sequitur. “Chunnie, I need to peepee,” the stranger confided seriously in a whisper.
Yunho flushed in embarrassment on the stranger’s behalf, in the confines of his car, on the empty highway. How had his innocent night achieved this strange outcome? “Are you peeing?” Yunho asked in concern when the stranger began to make mm-ing sounds into the receiver.
“Mmo, I’m mot!” The stranger said, seemingly outraged by the insinuation. Yunho took the exit on the left, grateful for the green light at the junction.
“Good. I was just asking. Make sure that you don’t pee, because you wouldn’t be able to do a good job right now,” Yunho said, his head jerking up in alert at the background noises of the call. “You okay?” He asked quickly, fists turning a sharp white around his steering wheel at the whine.
“Talk to me!” Yunho yelled when he heard a broken plea- “don’t, Chunnie’s coming,” the stranger complained, to faint sounds of laughter.
“What’s happening?” Yunho spat, his anger rising in the face of his helplessness. "Are you okay!" He yelled, flinching at the sharp sound when the stranger dropped the receiver. The car engine roared at the man’s acceleration when the dial tone sounded. Speeding towards the familiar direction of Jungle with a rolling fury, Yunho braked roughly, tearing his seat belt off when he saw a small crowd huddled at a phone booth a distance away from the club.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Yunho yelled, running towards the commotion. Grabbing and pushing the nearest boy aside by the arm, Yunho quickly turned to deflect a punch from another that advanced, twisting his arm and bringing him to his knees. The crowd of hooligans parted to reveal a brown-haired boy crying, as he complained endlessly about kindness and decency. Thankful to see the boy’s clothes intact, Yunho gestured for the boy to come towards him.
“Mind your own business, old man! We’re just having some fun!” One of the punks called out as he pulled the boy back by the hand. Yunho’s eyes blazed with fury when the crying boy meeped, swaying on his feet without attempting to pull himself away.
“Let him go,” Yunho enunciated carefully as he made a warning step forward without concern. He could really do with some Hapkido practice after the years of neglect.
“Mind your own business!” The boy repeated unwisely as he moved to push the man back, only to be subdued and taken down in a swift motion, crying out as he flailed on the ground while yelling a string of obscenities as his friends began to retreat in fear. Moving fluidly at the movement at the corner of his eye, Yunho rode on the attacker’s momentum, catching the incoming hand and throwing the punk onto the ground with his friend.
Yunho’s lips stretched slowly to a smirk as he cracked his neck coolly. “Anybody else?” He prompted, only to receive shakes of heads and desperate pleas for him to leave. “Mind your own business next time then,” Yunho advised condescendingly before pulling the blabbering boy away to his car.
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“Did they do anything funny to you?” Yunho asked as he appraised the boy in worry.
The stranger sniffled, eyelashes clumpy with tears as he wiped at the wet tracks on his face. “I really really really need to peepee,” the boy whispered instead as he shifted in his seat, the sour odour of the vomit on his clothes permeating the enclosed area.
Yunho sighed as he moved the car off. “Where do you live?”
“I need to peepee,” the boy repeated with a whimper as he rubbed his at crotch while fussing on his seat.
“Just tell me where you live!” Yunho snipped when the boy continued to fidget instead of replying.
The boy froze instantly, as his chin began to wobble. A single tear slid down from the dark eyes dramatically before being accompanied by another, and another, until a steady stream of salty tears were flowing down his cheeks once more.
Yunho was distraught as he pulled along the corner of the road to comfort the boy who was sobbing quietly into the back of his hands. “Don’t cry,” Yunho pleaded as the stranger began to shake his head desperately.
“Please,” Yunho begged as he stretched clumsily to the back of his car for the box of tissues. “Come now, please. Don’t cry,” Yunho coaxed feebly, face crumpling further when something seemed to crack within the boy as he began to wail.
“Please, please. Don’t cry,” Yunho pleaded as he reached over to pull the feeble hands away to wipe at the stranger’s tears. Pressing a tissue onto the boy’s nose when he began to struggle for breath due to his mucus, Yunho prompted the stranger to blow, sighing when the boy complied, only to continue crying with renewed vigor.
“It’ll be okay,” Yunho comforted guiltily as the boy began to mumble to himself. “Hyunjoong doesn’t deserve you,” Yunho continued, sinking in defeat when the words instead brought a fresh wave of tears. Shoving tissues into the boy’s hand with a disgruntled roll of his eyes, Yunho set the tissue box on the console sulkily before driving for home, recognising a lost cause when he saw one.
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Yunho shook his head as he reversed into his designated lot. The stranger had cried himself to sleep, and his face was crusty from snot and tears, a tragic sight before him. However, without regarding the sizeable stain on his shirt and the swollen vestiges of crying, the stranger was objectively attractive, with a toned, lithe figure that was complemented by stylish, casual clothes, his skin smooth and his pink lips plush.
Yunho shook his head as he collected the used tissues on the stranger’s lap. However did the Hyunjoong manage to cheat on a boy like that? The stranger had a delicate, ethereal element to his features and Yunho didn’t want to admit, but the cold-looking, pretty types (like the boy) was a soft spot of his.
Rounding the car, Yunho appraised the stranger before shaking his head wryly. Bending to sling an arm over his neck, Yunho thanked his gym regimen as he lifted the boy with a grunt. Hip-checking the door shut, Yunho locked his car before heading for the lift.
- - -
“I’m going to leave and you’re going to wash the suds off, okay?” Yunho asked as the boy hummed with a smile, a little less intoxicated after urinating, but still woozy nonetheless. Gulping as the water in the tub gurgled noisily, subsiding to reveal the boy’s dark, erect nipples, Yunho quickly fled the toilet as he sat on the edge of his bed, breathing deeply as he tried to compose himself. Listening out for the rush of water, the man decided to make himself useful instead.
“The clothes are out here,” Yunho called out as he collected the stranger’s dirty ones from the floor without stealing a peek. Steadfastly not looking in the direction of the bathtub as the boy began to hum to himself, Yunho fled for his laundry room.
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The boy only had twelve dollars left, Yunho shook his head in disapproval as he returned the notes into the slim wallet before pulling out the stranger’s identity card for inspection. Alas, the stranger’s name was Kim Jaejoong, Yunho marvelled as he tried the name on his tongue thrice. It was oddly fitting, he decided, as he continued to paw through the wallet to learn that the boy was a final year business student at Seoul National University. Pretty smart, Yunho conceded before flipping the wallet shut in amusement.
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“What,” Yunho’s eyes bulged as he gaped in shock at the doorway of his room. The stranger had fallen asleep on his bed, bare as the day that he was born. Yunho slapped his eyes violently when it zoned in sharply on the boy’s flaccid genitals. It wasn’t even particularly huge! Yunho scolded himself when his cock twitched happily in his pants at the memory of the delectable sight. It was shapely though, another part of him reasoned as he groaned in self-disbelief, bumping the need to get laid up to top priority. It was incredibly worrying when he was beginning to prey on young, helpless boys.
Dropping the wallet on his bedside table, Yunho attempted to wrestle Jaejoong into the clothes for his sanity only to end up frustrated when the boy began to whine in his sleep.
“Stop!” Yunho growled as he caught the boy’s unconscious, kicking leg.
“Nooooo,” Jaejoong complained as he twisted away, his balls shifting as he changed position. Yunho cursed the fates as he jumped out of the bed quickly in self-control.
“Well, fuck you, Kim Jaejoong,” the man swore as he pulled his covers out roughly from under the boy before replacing them gruffly on the unconscious form. “Fuck you so hard, you asshole,” he griped childishly before throwing the folded clothes down with a moue of disapproval.
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Sending a text to his colleague to excuse himself from work for the next day, Yunho sighed, turning on the sofa to watch the luminous hands of his wall clock travel around its face.
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Jaejoong came to with a light headache, groaning as he burrowed deeper into the plush pillows. His breath was rank and his limbs were impossibly sluggish--wait. He bolted up quickly before wincing sharply at the consequence of the movement. Where was he? He swivelled about in shock as he took in the king sized bed and the widescreen television mounted on the wall. What was happening? He scrambled out of bed before gasping at his nudity as he clutched his chest and his crotch in shock.
“Yoochun!” He called out as his hands flitted down his body, searching for his phone, forgetting that he was completely starkers. Shit, he was so screwed, Jaejoong agonized as he ghosted over his butt. It wasn’t sore, but shit, what had happened? Quickly putting the clothes at the bedside on, he breathed in with gratitude when his wallet fell to the floor. Everything was still intact, fuck, he dropped it with shaky hands as he continued to dress himself.
He wasn’t in a hotel, that much he was sure, judging from the length of closet behind the bed, despite of the luxurious fittings. Had he been sold to the prostitute ring? Because shit, Yoochun would kill him. Eyeing the white pills at the table, the boy picked them up for a sniff before subjecting the glass of water to the same treatment. Was that really aspirin, and was this really water? Jaejoong dipped his finger into the glass before putting it into his mouth for a taste.
Fuck it, he decided before washing the pills (that he hoped wasn’t dangerous) down with the cold water.
Pulling the door open lightly, the Jaejoong gaped at the sunlight streaming in from the tall windows of the double height living room. Shaking his head, he headed for the stairs only to freeze at the sight of a man asleep on the sofa. Arming himself with the thickest hardcover book on the designer bookshelf along the walls, the irony was not lost on the boy that he was using a book of law cases to defend himself from his possible rapist. Creeping down the stairs, Jaejooong yelped when he missed a step in his focus on the man.
Tumbling ungainly down the subsequent flight of stairs, he groaned when the sharp edge of the book dug into his back.
“You’re not going to cry, are you?” A voice suddenly asked as Jaejoong gasped before scrambling for his weapon.
“Don’t come any closer!” Jaejoong warned as he slid backwards quickly.
Standing four feet away from him, the man frowned deeply, only to burst into amused chuckles as he continued forward.
“I said don’t come any closer!” Jaejoong yelled frantically as he held the book up in what he hoped was a menacing stance despite his crouch on the floor.
The man rolled his eyes instead. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take me even on your best day, Jaejoong,” the stranger teased as he loomed over him.
“How did you know my name,” Jaejoong stalled, desperately searching for an exit now that he had been cornered.
The man shook his head as he looked at the book. “Darling, the book you’re holding right now is really expensive. I would hope that you’d be wiser than to toss it at me.”
Jaejoong appraised his weapon with a frown.
“And you’ve already dented it by falling on it,” the man made a face before sighing in something akin to disappointment.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong apologized promptly as he pouted at the blunt corner guiltily.
The man rolled his eyes rudely. “There’s so much more for you to apologize,” he waved the gesture off before walking away.
Jaejoong scoffed in derision. “What do you mean,” he demanded as he scrambled to stand without setting the book down.
The man closed the fridge door to look at him. “You called me at midnight while crying yourself silly into the receiver,” he counted off with his thumb. “I got up to fetch you,” he rattled off with a second finger. “I fought a bunch of punks for you, tried to comfort you as you cried yourself silly in my car,” Jaejoong gulped in shock.
“You made my car stink with your vomit, I brought you home because you were too busy crying, carried you to my house, helped you pee, ran a bath for you, washed your clothes, preserved your dignity by covering your nude butt, took leave from work to let you sleep in, allowed you to dent my law book, lent you clothes that you finally decide to wear.” The man lifted his three fingers higher as he cocked an eyebrow at him.
Jaejoong flushed with dawning horror as his scattered memories came back in a rush. “I-” he tried only to struggle with his words. “My boyfriend cheated on me,” he explained weakly as the man made a disapproving face.
“Ah, the notorious Hyunjoong,” the stranger shook his head before rounding the counter. “Going to brush my teeth, you can follow if you want.”
Jaejoong bit his lips at man’s lack of judgement. He quickly trailed behind the other up the stairs.
“Isn’t it nice to know that nobody compromised your blushing virginity, Kim Jaejoong?” The man teased when Jaejoong flushed at the sight of the bed the moment they entered the bedroom.
Making a strangled noise of reply, Jaaejoong blinked as the man pulled open the glass doors to the dresser that rang along the length of his room. The different garments were arranged obsessively based on colour, and there were two seats in the walk-in closet.
The boy peered at the counter in the middle as the man rummaged through his cupboards for something.
“Why do you need so many ties and watches?” Jaejoong asked as he peered at the display in the casing. “What do you do?”
The man merely shrugged before gesturing for the boy to exit the walk-in dresser. “I’m a lawyer, and I just needed to spend my money somewhere.” He handed a travel toothbrush to the boy.
“Are you very busy?” Jaejoong continued as he tore the brush out of the packaging.
“Extremely,” he shrugged before passing the toothpaste over to the boy. “I just became partner though, so it’s sort of getting better.” He confessed as Jaejoong made an understanding noise around his brush.
Washing up at one of the two basins, the boy took the chance to inspect the man properly, having finished faster.
The stranger had kind, intelligent eyes and a mole above his soft cupid’s bow. Taking in the muscled planes of the man’s back outlined by the other’s thin cotton shirt and the way the garment moulded to the dip between the stranger’s shoulder blades, Jaejoong decided that the man had the sort of sturdy physique that he aspired for, especially with the arms that were capable of lifting drunk boys easily.
“I’m going to take a shower, do you want to bathe?” The man asked without mentioning Jaejoong’s scrutiny as he wiped his face.
“N-no,” Jaejoong stammered out only to receive a shrug.
“Find something to eat, then. I’ll drive you home after.” Jaejoong nodded in gratitude before fleeing the room, the blush high on his cheeks. How could they bathe and shower at the same time? The stranger had an open toilet that was only segregated by glass walls that contained the shower, bath tub, Jacuzzi, and toilet individually.
The boy stumbled down the staircase with the lascivious thought of watching the water glide off the man’s wet, shapely body. Rounding the counter, Jaejoong collapsed against the wooden counter at the sudden realization that the good-looking man had already seen his naked form. Groaning loudly into his hands, Jaejoong crumpled onto the ground in agony.
He had watched enough porn to know how uninspiring the length of his penis was. Crawling towards the fridge in anguish, the boy helped himself up to look at the fridge only to gape at the lack of food. Well, there were eggs, milk, bread, and fruits though, he mumbled to himself before rummaging through the kitchen only to find no other fresh produce. The stranger was really extremely busy, the boy thought guiltily as he appraised the stylishly designed house.
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Stepping out of the wet cubicle to dry himself, Yunho peered at his bedroom before chastising himself at the disappointment over the boy’s absence. Did he expect Jaejoong to linger and marvel at his nudity? The man shook his head before tossing his worn clothes into the hamper.
Walking down the stairs, he was surprised to hear the boy humming to himself as he did the night before. Yunho’s mouth fell open at the sight of a pink frilly apron on his guest’s form.
How did Jaejoong find his sister’s gag gift, and was the boy actually cooking?
The boy seemed to sense his presence as he suddenly stopped humming to look at him. “I hope you don’t mind. I stress cook and you had nothing.” Yunho shut his mouth before taking a seat opposite the counter to watch the boy.
“Is that French toast?” Yunho queried incredulously as Jaejoong nodded.
“No cinnamon powder though,” he shrugged before flipping the triangles of bread in the pan.
“Are you stressed?” Yunho asked only to find the reply to his own question with a frown. “Ah, Hyunjoong, that loser,” Yunho continued as he made the connection with a sympathetic nod. “You’re still young. You’ll find someone better,” he assured with a nod when Jaejoong didn’t look up from the pan. “Someone who will keep his dick in and will know how to take care of and treasure you,” Yunho promised as he rested his chin onto his folded hands while watching the slim fingers work skilfully.
Jaejoong continued to busy himself with soaking the slices of bread, strangely put off by the man’s allegations that he would get together with somebody else. “You never told me your name,” he looked up with a smile that he didn’t quite feel.
Yunho felt his heart stutter at the playful visage as he bolted up with a quick apology. “I’m Yunho, Jung Yunho, and I’m a partner at Memphis & Baer.” He extended his hand only to retract it awkwardly when he remembered the width of his counter.
“Ah, Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong nodded as he placed a slice of butter onto the pan. “How old are you?” Jaejoong asked carefully as he appraised the man, conscious of the man’s statement that he would be able to find another simply because he was young. “You can don’t reply if you don’t want to, though,” he added hastily, conscious of his impropriety, grateful when the man chuckled instead.
“Turning thirty one this year,” Yunho shared as the boy’s eyes widened while he pursed his lips in consideration.
“That’s not very old,” the boy commented as Yunho raised his brows.
“Never said I was,” he teased as the boy’s cheeks flushed at his faux pas. “But yes, I feel old though. Work takes so much energy that I don’t do anything else apart from returning home to watch television or to lay in my bed.”
“But it’s getting better, right?” The boy asked as he switched the stove off before moving to prepare the plates. Yunho faltered at the way Jaejoong maneuvered about his kitchen so comfortably.
“Kind off?” Yunho managed intelligently before placing the stack of bread on the dining table. “Your a-apron,” he gestured at the boy, his face warm at the glimpse of the perfect bow on Jaejoong’s back.
“Sorry,” the boy flushed as he tugged the cloth over his head hastily. “Didn’t want to mess my shirt up,” he froze at the pronoun in reference to his borrowed attire. “The shirt,” he corrected himself before pausing once more as he frowned at his companion. “Your shirt,” Jaejoong concluded with a shake of his head before taking the seat adjacent to the man while Yunho continued to reel at the unfiltered innocence of the boy.
“Are you allergic to eggs?” Jaejoong worried when the lawyer didn’t move to help himself.
Yunho sputtered at the allegation. “I wouldn’t have eggs if I couldn’t have them!” He commented in disbelief as the boy bit his bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Well, then why aren’t you eating!” Jaejoong defended heatedly as Yunho complained about bossy children under his breath, to receive a light hit on his forearm.
Basking in the easy camaraderie of the morning that felt just-right, Yunho sank his teeth into a slice of French toast only for his eyes to widen in shock as he moaned noisily. “This is soooo good,” he managed before scarfing down the slice to help himself to another as the boy looked on while making modest nibbles.
“Do you always cook like this? Because I always-” Yunho paused to swallow. “I always cook like crap,” he confided as Jaejoong gave a small smile over his own slice of French toast, shy with the compliment.
“It’s okay. It would have been better with cinnamon powder,” Jaejoong denied as he chewed carefully, feeling strangely conscious of his actions.
“Nah, I don’t fancy cinnamon much,” the man replied as Jaejoong quickly thanked the heavens for the ingredient’s absence.
“Are you not hungry?” Yunho asked in concern as he set his fork down with a frown. Jaejoong denied swiftly as he shovelled the piece into his mouth.
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Breakfast was a light affair even after the boy snapped at the man for the endless compliments of his culinary skills, having enough of the incessant blushing. The mood improved consequently as Yunho asked about Jaejoong’s classes instead, while breaking into obscene moans intermittently.
“Lemme wash,” Yunho whined as he shook his shoulders in an exaggerated tantrum while Jaejoong stepped away from the sink incredulously with raised hands.
“Has your colleagues seen you do that?” Jaejoong teased as Yunho rolled his eyes while scrubbing the pan smoothly.
“Of course,” he affirmed with a chuckle. “How do you think I became partner?” Yunho joked before they fell into a companionable silence.
Jaejoong looked at the windows at the end of the double height living room, eyes sliding across the furniture slowly before returning to the man’s back. “Do you ever feel lonely, Yunho?”
Yunho began to soap the forks. “Is this about Hyunjoong again?” He queried. “You don’t always have to be a relationship, you know. Your happiness should come from yourself instead of another person,” Yunho commented only to receive a noise of disagreement.
“I’m asking about you, Yunho. Not myself, because Hyunjoong’s just some stupid guy and while it sucked, I’m over it already.” The boy corrected as Yunho washed the vestiges of soap off the plates. “Do you ever get lonely?”
Yunho placed the wet dishes on the rack carefully before wiping his palms on the front of his pants as he turned to look at the other. “I’m glad that you’re over Hyunjoong,” he affirmed as he thought about the other crying miserably in his car just hours ago. The boy tilted his head with a frown at the deflection.
“I guess that I do?” Yunho attempted before sighing heavily when the other refused to relent. “Fine, I do get lonely but I’m busy. It’s not fair for my boyfriend if I neglect him for work. And yes, I’ve become a partner but I need to prove myself because of my age, you know? So there’s not much difference actually.” Yunho shrugged as he looked at Jaejoong’s grave expression, desperate to dissipate the sudden change in mood.
“Come on, don’t look so miserable,” Yunho chastised before pulling his phone out. “Do you want to text or call Yoochun? He’s probably worried sick,” Yunho suggested as the boy brightened before slumping almost immediately.
“I don’t know his number,” Jaejoong sighed before sinking into a pout as he fell onto the sofa. “I can’t believe I forgot about him though,” Jaejoong mumbled to himself before burrowing his face into a cushion.
“Well, waking up naked in stranger’s home can be quite traumatizing,” Yunho agreed amiably as he took a seat at the corner of his couch.
“You sound like you have quite some experience,” Jaejoong commented with a smirk as Yunho chuckled.
“Well yeah. I brought a drunk boy home once, and he actually tried to attack me with my book in the morning,” Yunho grinned as Jaejoong growled in warning.
“What a smart boy. Do you pick drunk boys up often, then?” Jaejoong continued in vindictive amusement.
“Not really,” Yunho joked. “Only the ones that are really pretty and can cook like a masterchef.”
“Stop with the cooking compliments!” Jaejoong hit the man’s thigh in protest as he crawled towards the other. “And I don’t like it when people call me pretty,” he complained as he turned over to rest his head on the man’s lap heavily.
“How about ethereal then?” The lawyer suggested as he threaded his fingers through the boy’s hair without thinking.
“Better. Ethereal, elfin, beautiful,” the boy joked, before releasing a moan at the pleasurable pressure on his scalp. “You’re really good at this,” Jaejoong mumbled thickly as the man’s fingers continued to work.
“Beginner’s luck,” Yunho returned as the boy hummed lazily in acknowledgement.
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Jaejoong woke to the sight of Yunho’s jaw. Conscious of the man’s hand in his hair, he groaned with the slow realization that they had both fallen asleep. Jaejoong sat up as he read the time on the wall clock sluggishly.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong shook the man lightly as he crouched on the couch. “Yunho,” he repeated, falling backwards when the other’s eyes suddenly shot open without warning.
“Shit, are you okay?” Yunho asked as he immediately got onto his feet. “Crap, it’s three plus already.” Yunho swore as he helped Jaejoong up. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.” He shook his head before looking out of his windows.
“Do you want to go home? I can fetch you,” Yunho offered as Jaejoong nodded sluggishly, mind still catching up after his nap. “Come, let me get your clothes,” Yunho headed briskly for the laundry room as Jaejoong followed behind.
“Damn, your shirt’s crumpled,” Yunho sighed as he shook the shirt out in an attempt to remove the creases. “Let me iron this for you quickly,” he fussed only to pause when Jaejoong touched his arm.
“That’s Hyunjoong’s shirt,” the boy mumbled quietly as a look of understanding crossed the man’s face.
“Let me burn this for you quickly then?” He offered, crumpling the garment in his hands as he received a grin.
“Here, get changed then.” Yunho continued before dropping the dark jeans into the other’s hands. “You can keep your-slash-the-slash-my shirt on,” Yunho teased with a forced grin, refusing to acknowledge the disappointment of seeing the boy leave.
Tamping down on the curiosity as to how Jaejoong had acquired the notorious boyfriend’s shirt, Yunho dropped the garment into the kitchen’s rubbish bin.
“Ready to go?"
Jaejoong nodded as he watched Yunho toss the returned sweatpants onto the couch, his chest heavy with reluctance.
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“I’m so sorry,” Jaejoong squeaked out the moment Yunho started the engine.
“Why?” The man queried as he pulled out of the lot with a frown.
“The smell and the tissues,” Jaejoong explained as he waved generally. Yunho only chuckled before asking for his address.
“Anyway, do you remember mumbling about wanting to pee?” The man asked only to receive a sharp hit on his arm.
“You’re not supposed to bring up things like that!” Jaejoong protested as he hid behind his hands in embarrassment.
“Am I not allowed discuss about factual happenings in the past?” Yunho teased as he came to a stop at the traffic light. “So when you got into the car, you were whining and grabbing your crotch. When I tried to make you focus, you burst into tears and refused to stop.”
“I was sad when I began drinking so when the alcohol hit, the depression was exaggerated,” Jaejoong defended as he chewed on his bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Don’t worry,” Yunho assured as he switched lanes smoothly. “It was all very adorable in retrospect.”
Jaejoong burst into raucous laughter at the ludicrousness of it all. “Even when I was clutching my crotch and making submarine noises in your tub?” Jaejoong baited as the corner of Yunho’s mouth rose in amusement.
“Especially then,” he affirmed.
“Such lies,” Jaejoong dismissed before reaching for the iPod at the console. Yunho listened to the boy making clicks on his device without concern.
“Oh my god,” the suddenly exclaimed as shook the iPod at him. “You’re a DBSK fan?”
Yunho shrugged as he made a left turn. “Yeah, they’re pretty good, you know? They can actually sing and when they harmonize-” he defended as he made an exploding noise to go with his hand gesture.
“Oh my god, precisely!” The boy’s hands flailed as he moved to face the other entirely as he set the iPod down clumsily. “Who’s your favourite member?” Jaejoong asked as he vibrated in his seat, only to wave his hand for the man to pause. “No, no. Let me guess. Let me guess. You look like a Xia fan because you put your crazy best into- no no. That’s Uknow too and you’re just like Uknow.” He mumbled to himself before smacking the other on the arm. “I know! You’re probably a Hero fan! Tell me, tell me I’m right!” The boy grabbed his seatbelt in anticipation as he jiggled his leg vigorously.
“Yeah, you’re right, you smart child,” Yunho laughed as he pushed the other away by the head as Jaejoong fist-pumped before cheering in victory.
“Guess mine. Guess mine,” Jaejoong pleaded, revealing his teeth in a wide smile when the man scrutinized him at the red light.
“Uknow? The grounded, manly sort, I think?”
“Am I not manly?” Jaejoong pouted as Yunho chuckled fondly.
“Not with that expression, no,” Yunho laughed when the boy deepened his pout.
“You’re a really good guesser,” Jaejoong praised non-sequitur, returning to face the front as they neared his neighbourhood. “And you also have a very good taste in music and idols, Yunho,” Jaejoong declared as he peered at the people on the sidewalk, too occupied to notice the man’s dejected expression as they neared his apartment.
“Block nineteen?” Yunho asked as he drove down the road slowly.
“Yeah, that one.” Jaejoong pointed, unbuckling his seatbelt as Yunho neared the curb. “So what are you doing after this?” Jaejoong asked as Yunho shifted gear to park.
The man shrugged lightly. “Get groceries I guess? Then catch up on work,” he shrugged once more as he fiddled with the base of his steering wheel.
“Tomorrow? It’s the weekends tomorrow,” Jaejoong prompted as the man made a helpless gesture.
“Work I guess?”
Jaejoong nodded heavily at the reply. “Thanks for coming down to get me,” Jaejoong said as he stared straight ahead, too conscious of himself to look at the man beside him. “And the other twelve things you listed,” he smiled fondly as he looked at his hands, faintly amused by the ludicrousness of their meeting.
“And it’s not just me, you know, that deserves someone to take care of and treasure me,” Jaejoong mumbled as he looked up timidly at his companion. “And if you have a space for a person like that in your life, I’d hope that I could be the one,” Jaejoong shifted uncomfortably, his face completely flushed, embarrassed by his daring, and the intensity of Yunho’s eyes.
“I mean, we’re both DBSK fans, we both like halves of the best ship in the world, we have an easy rapport, you make me feel really safe, and you’ve-” Jaejoong babbled on, body sinking deeper into the seat impossibly. “You’ve seen me naked and that’s really embarrassing because I’m still-” his ramblings came to a stop as Yunho’s large palms covered his.
“Can I kiss you?” Yunho whispered hoarsely as he leaned in slowly.
Jaejoong could only nod as his body trembled in disbelief and want, shivering as Yunho’s lips touched his, yes, the warmth of Yunho’s arm around him, yes, the careful hand behind his neck, yes. Jaejoong sighed into the connection, parting his lips, only to blink in disbelief when the man pulled away instead.
“Can I give you my number?” Yunho asked shyly as Jaejoong deflated in disbelief as he stuck his hand out with a pout, simultaneously fond and frustrated by the man’s gentlemanliness. It was just getting so good, dammit.
“Throw your email in, too,” he added when Yunho withdrew to appraise his work. “You have the penmanship of a primary school kid,” Jaejoong laughed when he took his hand over for inspection.
“What! No!” Yunho protested as he pulled the hand back.
“It’s so neat and stunted!” Jaejoong insisted as the man huffed.
“When has neat become a bad thing?” Yunho defended as he pressed at the ink before nodding in satisfaction when it didn’t smudge.
“Since now, you idiot,” Jaejoong replied before pressing a quick peck onto the lawyer’s lips. “I’ll find some way to text you,” he promised before opening the door, nodding when Yunho reached for his hand. Squeezing it before stepping out, Jaejoong waved exuberantly at Yunho with an ears-splitting smile, before running towards the block he lived in with his best friend.
Sighing to himself when the boy disappeared from sight, Yunho finally pulled off from the curb.
-
Yunho pouted at how unnaturally quiet the car felt despite the DBSK song blasting from the speakers as he turned his engine off. Picking his phone up to pocket it, he paused at the coincidental vibration before frowning at the unknown number.
>>Unknown Number: Got scolded so badly, can we meet tomorrow? (/^▽^)/
Yunho grinned at the message, oddly pleased by his lack of surprise at the boy’s use of kaomojis.
>>Yoochun: Sent you an email, reply me asap! ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ
>>Yoochun: Yoochun’s giving me the stink-eye, can’t text anymore. (ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟReply me via email!
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>>Yoochun: I said reply me via email, not here, oh my god! ヽ(●-`Д´-)ノ
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>>Yoochun: (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻
Yunho chuckled as he pocketed his phone, a smile on his lips as the cool air of the supermarket pressed against his face. His life had taken an impossible turn in less than 24 hours, but amidst his swamp of papers and cases from his successful climb of the corporate ladder, Yunho was sure that this was a turn he had been waiting his whole life for.
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A/N: I have three shelved fics, I am a shelf. I really really like it when they see each other naked but they don't do anything dirty like oh, hahaha, your penis is cute, hahhaha. I want to touch your perky nipples (but I don't) and oh my god, he saw my peepee, this is so embarrassing, can I see your peepee too? Nooooooo.
Changed the title, little relevance still???? Dial 014758690 for the love of your life??
Mistakes all mine, comment if idk.