The Chocolate Factory
Title: The Chocolate Factory
Author: countingcr0ws
Pairing/ Characters: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Form: One-shot
Genre: AU, Plain Ridiculousness, Romance
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong share their first kiss
Inspired by: Prompt at Anon Meme v.2
It's a mad rush, a stampede, a classic display of the archaic adage of survival of the fittest; elbows employed to the greatest advantage as people push their way into the already squeezy carriage.
A little shove here, a little nudge there- anything that would help them go a little further in life.
It's already been the fourth train that has passed them by, and the duo is determined to make it, Jaejoong more so than Yunho.
Following close behind the middle aged lady with a mess of permed hair barely held up by her oversized housewife-ish hair clip, the shorter boy angles body in a way so that nobody can push their way through.
"Hurry," Jaejoong rushes him distractedly with a tug of his hand, and Yunho finds his cheek flushing involuntarily, an illicit, subconscious response from the thrill of the societal taboo they're engaging in.
Boys don't hold boy's hand, that's what they say.
But his boyfriend's probably too engaged in getting them into the train to filter his actions, and it pleases him quite terribly of how instinctive it is of Jaejoong to pull him along like a mother hen.
Grinning to himself, they weave their way deeper into the subway, charting new grounds and covering places where the selfish office workers usually refuse to explore, together.
Jaejoong turns to look at him, a bright smile plastered on his face. It's a wide 'see-I-told-you-we-could-fit-in-smile,' and it's precious.
It's even more precious how Jaejoong's too satisfied with his achievement to notice that they're hands are still linked.
"Hey you're holding my hand," he whispers fondly, without letting his boyfriend's warm palm go.
Jaejoong grins at him brightly as he tucks the both of their hands into Yunho's winter coat (the very one Jaejoong got him during the class's secret Valentine that got them together).
"Oh, are we now?"
Jaejoong's mischievous smile with his soft tinkle makes him pull the other closer.
"The train's squeezy," he excuses himself at Jaejoong's wide eyes, as if taken aback by his counterpart's boldness.
It only takes a mere second for Jaejoong to recover completely as he leans into the embrace.
"The train jerked." He whispers softly into his ear before withdrawing the next second.
God was Jaejoong atrocious.
He channels his excess emotions into a tight squeeze of the other's hand. The shorter boy only smiles shyly as he leans back into his nook at the corner of the door, withdrawing his hand while simultaneously replacing the initial space between them.
A random topic surfaces and they pick up on it, their soft chatter lost among the mess of noise, their lonely, individual palms colder than the snow outside.
The train pulls up to the next station, and more passengers squeeze their way in, desperate to make it home in time for dinner. Yunho is pushed forward, and he stumbles, his body crushing onto his counterpart's.
Jaejoong's hands instinctively comes up to steady him, and it's obvious that there's a subtle change in atmosphere.
There's a fine difference between calculated playfulness and unanticipated contact between their bodies, a vital difference that they're just learning.
Jaejoong presses himself further into the corner, suddenly desperately shy of his body's reactions. Blood had rushed southwards so quickly that he hadn't been able to control himself. Biting his lips, he looks away nervously, too embarrassed to catch Yunho's eyes.
A woman stumbles onto Yunho as the train lurches at a bend, and the two boys are pressed flush against one another this time.
Shit, Yunho curses his terrible luck. "I'm sorr-" he begins, mentally groaning at his erection that has probably shattered every single redeemable image of himself in Jaejoong's eyes, especially after he had worked so hard to win the other's fancy (he still didn't believe that Jaejoong had liked him way earlier).
I'm sorry that I'm not a gentleman, he wants to apologize, but is cut off by the firm hardness pressing against his inner thigh.
Incredulous, he looks at Jaejoong, the other completely pink in face, looking behind his shoulder, his lips turning white in between his teeth.
There's nothing much to say (not that he can conjure any words), nor much to think (his brain has long given way)- it's a complete spur of the moment thing.
Jaejoong is soft (and hard) beneath him, completely irresistible in his individual pink with his stubborn brows knotted impossibly tight.
It drives him crazy.
Leaning down, he presses his lips against the other's, only to kiss the corner of the other's lips clumsily.
He wants to shrivel a little, but another part of him consoles that there really wasn't much space in their corner to manoeuvre in the first place.
It doesn't make it any much deal-able though.
Jaejoong shoots up to look at him, his eyes round and taken aback, and Yunho goes in for the second time, completely unpremeditated, his head just moving on its own.
Some part of him must be pretty desperate, he supposes in between a toss-up between a suppressed chuckle that mixes with a groan.
Jaejoong's lips are soft (god, was he serious? What else were they supposed to feel like? Rocks?), and he supposes that it's like kissing your hand (not that he's ever really done that), or some random chunk of flesh on your body, only that lips have been glorified throughout the bowels of history, and well, even until present time. The entire act of kissing; lips on lips, overblown to unacceptable proportions, made out to be incredibly fantastic and amazing.
Who ever, on a fair, perfectly normal day decided to try moshing their mouths together (originally meant for eating in common, polite society), before deciding that it was an act exhilarating enough to propagate?
Because god, were they idiots. They were better off kissing each other's hands (not that he's ever really done that, but still).
Maybe it's Adam and Eve, a snarky part of him replies, and he nearly sniggers out as his lips move (freewheeling again, but movie-lips move during kisses) on their own against Jaejoong's. It takes a while for him to realise that Jaejoong's are responding (they've went on movie dates, so he supposes that Jaejoong knows how movie-lips work like he does), and it's barely a heartbeat later when his boyfriend's lips slip open.
It's like buying a chocolate bar as a small treat for yourself and unexpectedly finding a golden ticket in it. It's exciting, but the kind of excitement where you'd laugh to yourself for a while before getting yourself together to asphyxiate when the complete magnitude of the situation sinks in.
His tongue accepts the silent consent, slipping into Jaejoong's cavity as he twines their lips together. He has probably watched too many dramas with his sister, he laments offhandedly, because it's actually pretty worthy to propagate; this whole kissing business. He's belatedly learning how much he's probably been brainwashed as his loins tighten impossibly while he pulls Jaejoong closer, desperately seeking for more.
It takes a while for him to snap out of his carnal haze (sexual fiend alert, oh gosh) and he draws back to see Jaejoong's mouth slicked wet, his eyes softer than he's ever remembered
It's a little dismaying- the corner of movie-lips were always dry after kisses, and he's sorry for being slobbering over his boyfriend.
He wonders if Jaejoong's mad though.
"I just-" he begins to grovel, and Jaejoong can't help but frown a little. It's better than he's ever imagined, and he's completely thrown off by Yunho's apologetic tone.
His body has been fabricating detailed images of Yunho kissing him senseless in between dreams, precipitating in the form of his stained boxers, and oh god, why did Yunho take so long to initiate it?
He idly wonders whether his dreams would escalate now that they've made progress, and the thought has him gagging for laughter as he licks the faint buzz on his lips.
"Kiss me again, stupid," he murmurs as he pulls Yunho closer once more impatiently, a little rough out of impatience (but Yunho isn't a girl, so thank god he wouldn't cry) and the other hurriedly nods at his summon while he scrambles to keep up.
He probably has to work a little harder to keep along the boundaries of Jaejoong's lips this time though.
But all things aside, man was luck great; he can't help but think amazedly as he savoured his chocolate while admiring his shiny golden ticket.
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A/N: In all honesty, it started out the face of respectable, but then it veered to snarky when I continued writing at work. I don't usually make my AU Yunho odd, but it happened, and I actually kind of like it. It's glorious passing off my day-to-day thoughts as AU Yunho/ Jaejoong's, really. I picked the idea from the anon meme, but the thread's kind of stagnanting right now, and this story's not exactly realistic anymore. It's just plain odd. I even dropped my usual 'slice-of-life' genre for the sake of my credibility. I mean, look at the title! I simply couldn't conjure anything better.
Yeah, well, I'm trying to find my writing voice right now, and I'm not working on anything anymore (I've been intensively editing my posted stories and reading up, dissecting styles or just for the entertainment. I did reply to a few of the prompts though).
Anyway, it's the first time I'm using this tense (I usually edit it away to the more common ones ffs employ), and I hope it wasn't glaring. Thank you for reading, do leave a comment! Oh god, mistakes!
Author: countingcr0ws
Pairing/ Characters: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Form: One-shot
Genre: AU, Plain Ridiculousness, Romance
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong share their first kiss
Inspired by: Prompt at Anon Meme v.2
It's a mad rush, a stampede, a classic display of the archaic adage of survival of the fittest; elbows employed to the greatest advantage as people push their way into the already squeezy carriage.
A little shove here, a little nudge there- anything that would help them go a little further in life.
It's already been the fourth train that has passed them by, and the duo is determined to make it, Jaejoong more so than Yunho.
Following close behind the middle aged lady with a mess of permed hair barely held up by her oversized housewife-ish hair clip, the shorter boy angles body in a way so that nobody can push their way through.
"Hurry," Jaejoong rushes him distractedly with a tug of his hand, and Yunho finds his cheek flushing involuntarily, an illicit, subconscious response from the thrill of the societal taboo they're engaging in.
Boys don't hold boy's hand, that's what they say.
But his boyfriend's probably too engaged in getting them into the train to filter his actions, and it pleases him quite terribly of how instinctive it is of Jaejoong to pull him along like a mother hen.
Grinning to himself, they weave their way deeper into the subway, charting new grounds and covering places where the selfish office workers usually refuse to explore, together.
Jaejoong turns to look at him, a bright smile plastered on his face. It's a wide 'see-I-told-you-we-could-fit-in-smile,' and it's precious.
It's even more precious how Jaejoong's too satisfied with his achievement to notice that they're hands are still linked.
"Hey you're holding my hand," he whispers fondly, without letting his boyfriend's warm palm go.
Jaejoong grins at him brightly as he tucks the both of their hands into Yunho's winter coat (the very one Jaejoong got him during the class's secret Valentine that got them together).
"Oh, are we now?"
Jaejoong's mischievous smile with his soft tinkle makes him pull the other closer.
"The train's squeezy," he excuses himself at Jaejoong's wide eyes, as if taken aback by his counterpart's boldness.
It only takes a mere second for Jaejoong to recover completely as he leans into the embrace.
"The train jerked." He whispers softly into his ear before withdrawing the next second.
God was Jaejoong atrocious.
He channels his excess emotions into a tight squeeze of the other's hand. The shorter boy only smiles shyly as he leans back into his nook at the corner of the door, withdrawing his hand while simultaneously replacing the initial space between them.
A random topic surfaces and they pick up on it, their soft chatter lost among the mess of noise, their lonely, individual palms colder than the snow outside.
The train pulls up to the next station, and more passengers squeeze their way in, desperate to make it home in time for dinner. Yunho is pushed forward, and he stumbles, his body crushing onto his counterpart's.
Jaejoong's hands instinctively comes up to steady him, and it's obvious that there's a subtle change in atmosphere.
There's a fine difference between calculated playfulness and unanticipated contact between their bodies, a vital difference that they're just learning.
Jaejoong presses himself further into the corner, suddenly desperately shy of his body's reactions. Blood had rushed southwards so quickly that he hadn't been able to control himself. Biting his lips, he looks away nervously, too embarrassed to catch Yunho's eyes.
A woman stumbles onto Yunho as the train lurches at a bend, and the two boys are pressed flush against one another this time.
Shit, Yunho curses his terrible luck. "I'm sorr-" he begins, mentally groaning at his erection that has probably shattered every single redeemable image of himself in Jaejoong's eyes, especially after he had worked so hard to win the other's fancy (he still didn't believe that Jaejoong had liked him way earlier).
I'm sorry that I'm not a gentleman, he wants to apologize, but is cut off by the firm hardness pressing against his inner thigh.
Incredulous, he looks at Jaejoong, the other completely pink in face, looking behind his shoulder, his lips turning white in between his teeth.
There's nothing much to say (not that he can conjure any words), nor much to think (his brain has long given way)- it's a complete spur of the moment thing.
Jaejoong is soft (and hard) beneath him, completely irresistible in his individual pink with his stubborn brows knotted impossibly tight.
It drives him crazy.
Leaning down, he presses his lips against the other's, only to kiss the corner of the other's lips clumsily.
He wants to shrivel a little, but another part of him consoles that there really wasn't much space in their corner to manoeuvre in the first place.
It doesn't make it any much deal-able though.
Jaejoong shoots up to look at him, his eyes round and taken aback, and Yunho goes in for the second time, completely unpremeditated, his head just moving on its own.
Some part of him must be pretty desperate, he supposes in between a toss-up between a suppressed chuckle that mixes with a groan.
Jaejoong's lips are soft (god, was he serious? What else were they supposed to feel like? Rocks?), and he supposes that it's like kissing your hand (not that he's ever really done that), or some random chunk of flesh on your body, only that lips have been glorified throughout the bowels of history, and well, even until present time. The entire act of kissing; lips on lips, overblown to unacceptable proportions, made out to be incredibly fantastic and amazing.
Who ever, on a fair, perfectly normal day decided to try moshing their mouths together (originally meant for eating in common, polite society), before deciding that it was an act exhilarating enough to propagate?
Because god, were they idiots. They were better off kissing each other's hands (not that he's ever really done that, but still).
Maybe it's Adam and Eve, a snarky part of him replies, and he nearly sniggers out as his lips move (freewheeling again, but movie-lips move during kisses) on their own against Jaejoong's. It takes a while for him to realise that Jaejoong's are responding (they've went on movie dates, so he supposes that Jaejoong knows how movie-lips work like he does), and it's barely a heartbeat later when his boyfriend's lips slip open.
It's like buying a chocolate bar as a small treat for yourself and unexpectedly finding a golden ticket in it. It's exciting, but the kind of excitement where you'd laugh to yourself for a while before getting yourself together to asphyxiate when the complete magnitude of the situation sinks in.
His tongue accepts the silent consent, slipping into Jaejoong's cavity as he twines their lips together. He has probably watched too many dramas with his sister, he laments offhandedly, because it's actually pretty worthy to propagate; this whole kissing business. He's belatedly learning how much he's probably been brainwashed as his loins tighten impossibly while he pulls Jaejoong closer, desperately seeking for more.
It takes a while for him to snap out of his carnal haze (sexual fiend alert, oh gosh) and he draws back to see Jaejoong's mouth slicked wet, his eyes softer than he's ever remembered
It's a little dismaying- the corner of movie-lips were always dry after kisses, and he's sorry for being slobbering over his boyfriend.
He wonders if Jaejoong's mad though.
"I just-" he begins to grovel, and Jaejoong can't help but frown a little. It's better than he's ever imagined, and he's completely thrown off by Yunho's apologetic tone.
His body has been fabricating detailed images of Yunho kissing him senseless in between dreams, precipitating in the form of his stained boxers, and oh god, why did Yunho take so long to initiate it?
He idly wonders whether his dreams would escalate now that they've made progress, and the thought has him gagging for laughter as he licks the faint buzz on his lips.
"Kiss me again, stupid," he murmurs as he pulls Yunho closer once more impatiently, a little rough out of impatience (but Yunho isn't a girl, so thank god he wouldn't cry) and the other hurriedly nods at his summon while he scrambles to keep up.
He probably has to work a little harder to keep along the boundaries of Jaejoong's lips this time though.
But all things aside, man was luck great; he can't help but think amazedly as he savoured his chocolate while admiring his shiny golden ticket.
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A/N: In all honesty, it started out the face of respectable, but then it veered to snarky when I continued writing at work. I don't usually make my AU Yunho odd, but it happened, and I actually kind of like it. It's glorious passing off my day-to-day thoughts as AU Yunho/ Jaejoong's, really. I picked the idea from the anon meme, but the thread's kind of stagnanting right now, and this story's not exactly realistic anymore. It's just plain odd. I even dropped my usual 'slice-of-life' genre for the sake of my credibility. I mean, look at the title! I simply couldn't conjure anything better.
Yeah, well, I'm trying to find my writing voice right now, and I'm not working on anything anymore (I've been intensively editing my posted stories and reading up, dissecting styles or just for the entertainment. I did reply to a few of the prompts though).
Anyway, it's the first time I'm using this tense (I usually edit it away to the more common ones ffs employ), and I hope it wasn't glaring. Thank you for reading, do leave a comment! Oh god, mistakes!