Don't Stand So Close to Me (3/3)
Title: Don't Stand So Close to Me
Author: countingcr0ws
Beta: liltee_jycyj
Pairing/ Characters: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Form: Three-shot ( 1 | 2 | 3 )
Genre: AU, Plain Ridiculousness, Romance
Summary: High flying lawyer Jung Yunho is forced to put his self control into good use.
Inspired by: Don't Stand So Close to Me/ Young Girl by the Glee Cast, My job stint
"Drink up! Drink up!"
Yunho rolled his eyes unhappily, sweeping the mess of sodden tissues into the bin as the circle of people burst into cheers as he tried to concentrate.
"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think that you were intentionally losing for the free drinks." Changmin laughed as he clapped the student on the shoulder while the other downed his third cup of whiskey before dropping the cup onto the floor.
Looking up from his conversation with a random female colleague, he couldn't help but frown at how Jaejoong was now rocking on his butt, grinning cutely at everyone as the silly card game (intentionally created to make everybody intoxicated as soon as possible) continued.
Tucking a random strand of hair behind his ear irately, he tried to focus on the topic at hand that frankly, in his opinion was capable of boring him to tears.
He wasn't even particularly middle-aged to engage in such topics about the advantage of resale houses and new neighbourhoods. The heck?
Excusing himself, he decided that maybe he needed a stiff drink too after all.
It was after all, his house warming, and his overpriced alcohol. It made more sense to down a larger portion of it than his friends and random colleagues.
"Yunho!"
The corporate lawyer watched as the student got up wobbly, knocking over a few scattered cups in his wake as the sirens rang noisily in his head.
Danger! Danger!
He frowned as he reflexively crossed the threshold to steady the other.
What was Changmin smirking about? He glared at the other who only shrugged with the smart-assed look all over his face.
"He's been calling for Yunho ever since he crossed this-" he sliced the air as if marking an invisible point, "this level of drunk. And he's so much more fun intoxicated." Changmin ended simply as he reached to draw another card just as Jaejoong stood before him, his face flushed from the alcohol, a careless smile plastered onto his face.
"I haven't seen you all night, Yunho!"
Yunho took a careful step back, his fingernails digging painfully into his palms.
The high pitched, syrupy voice combined with the generous smiles and wandering hands did odd things to him.
He felt like dragging Jaejoong off to bed before kissing the other senseless.
He'd take time to explore the trails, before mapping his routes and marking his favourite- probably the one that led south in the shortest time.
It was so completely impossible to control his weird thoughts, to the point where he would probably club himself in the head to put a stop to the uncharacteristical friendliness where Jaejoong was almost partially draped over him. Being unconscious equated to security.
"Come, Yunho. Sit. I'm dizzyy." Jaejoong cajoled, pulling him weakly towards the fantastic, brand new leather couch he had spent weeks to find.
Dropping down awkwardly with his balled fists on his knees, Yunho ignored Changmin's amused look halfway across the room, distinctly aware of the weight of Jaejoong's head on his shoulder.
"Jaejoong, can you-" he suddenly blurted as his butt muscles screamed at his squeezing.
"Down, Yunho." The other cut him off with a slur, with possibly the most syrupy voice he had ever heard in his life as he shifted his head to rest more comfortably, his hand crawling onto his left thigh.
He instantly felt his leg burning up, the heat penetrating his pants, to sizzle the epidermis and reaching beyond.
"Down, Yunho," the other mumbled sleepily once more, and he pressed his knees tighter
Was it that obvious?
There was a soft tsk, and he felt Jaejoong pressing closer while shifting his head. "You're a very hard pillow," he grumbled like an irate child, and Yunho hurriedly relaxed, in hope of stopping Jaejoong from climbing onto his lap in his stupor to find a better position. There was a disgruntled sigh, and it seemed to work because Jaejoong stopped shifting.
Conscious of every movement he made, the lawyer engaged his brain cells in his latest employment of being a good pillow.
He didn't know how much time had passed, as people interested to talk to him occupied his right with his left completely frozen.
Not complaining about the growing ache, he waved the leaving people away with his right arm.
I hope you had fun.
Oh no, he's a good friend with issues. He needs my comfort, and I'm a very good comforter alright?
Comforter? Hahaha, so very funny.
See you on Monday, thank you for coming!
The crowd had significantly thinned, with a few random stragglers still chatting away at the marble counter.
Increasingly antsy at his inability to be a proper host, he was about to wake the unconscious boy when a certain Human Resource officer plopped down beside him.
"He's staying over right?" The other asked without looking at him, and for a moment Yunho felt like a character in those agent-spy movies where two operatives would meet in public and speak under their breaths while engaging in random activities.
"No, why would he?" He volleyed easily as he picked nonexistent lint off his pants.
He could do the agent thing very well too, thank you very much.
"He's drunk, Yunho. And he's such great fun like that." And before he could respond, the taller man had reached over him to hit the other violently. Yunho jerked backwards in shock, effectively having the combined impact of completely rousing the student.
"Yunho..." Jaejoong wheedled cutely after a few moments, still intoxicated as he pointed towards his superior with exaggerated sadness, too scattered to string a proper sentence.
Yunho froze in his position, faintly registering Changmin's incredulous snort.
"Yunho doesn't care! Come, Jaejoong! We're going home now!"
Yunho felt panic rise within him as Changmin circled the other's wrist carelessly, pulling the other to stand.
No! Stay, Jaejoong! He wanted to yell.
I'd be the best pillow you'd ever had in your entire life. Don't go! You don't know where you live anymore! He wanted to exclaim in frenzy and snatch the other back. I care about you! He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
"Woah," Jaejoong singsonged happily like a child at the sight of winter's first snow when he almost doubled over the moment he got onto his feet. The lawyer's eyes contracted in self control as he instinctively stepped forward to steady the other.
"I'm soo tired!" The other slurred extravagantly as he refused to budge, the insolent expression plastered onto his face making the lawyer wince in pain.
What did you do when the extremely adorable dog kept yapping at your ankles, asking to be picked up? He had but faintly registered the taste of blood in his lips when Changmin suddenly thrust Jaejoong in his arms roughly.
"Well then. That settles it. Yunho shall take care of you for the night. Why did you even drink that much?" He asked impatiently with an exasperated eye roll, and Yunho had the urge to inject that the Human Resource officer had been the one chugging the kid with alcohol in the first place.
"I'm leaving! Who needs a ride?" Changmin called out loudly, which effectively saw everybody leaving while he scrambled to thank them for coming.
Sighing tiredly at the mess, he began to pick up the scattered cups that still contained unfinished beverages, tipping them into the sink when he started in shock. Where the heck was Jaejoong? Running towards the door, he swung it open quickly, but the lift landing was empty.
Oh god.
Returning back to his hall, he scanned the threshold wildly as he grabbed the cushions up violently.
Wait. Why would Jaejoong even be underneath a cushion?
Better try the drawers next.
"Jaejoong!" He called out frantically as he shot towards the rooms. The beds were still nicely made and his whimsical Jacuzzi bathtub was empty. Nobody was hiding behind the curtains or inside the cupboards (nor within his stacks of shirts), and oh god. This was a complete calamity.
Thinking back, he hadn't noticed whether Changmin had been concealing a Jaejoong-like figure under his shirt when he left...
"Jaejoong! Oh gosh! Jaejoong!" He called out, increasingly flustered with every passing second.
"You're supposed to call Kim Jaejoong."
Yunho stopped pacing about the hall to approach the direction of the voice.
"Kim Jaejoong?" He tried tentatively, his voice barely a whisper as he pushed past the gauze curtains, into the balcony.
"Present!" Kim Jaejoong replied clearly, his raised arm in the air like a lightning rod, his face practically beaming as if he had gotten a glittery sticker for achieving full marks for spelling- of which the feat was currently the main highlight of his life.
Yunho wanted to collapse at the sheer ridiculousness.
It was moments like this that left him incredibly conflicted. Like he was a paedophile preying on a young child, or that there was nothing better in the world than the magic right in front of his eyes. He plopped down wearily beside the crouching boy with a noisy sigh.
"Do you want to go home?" He asked finally, his mouth stinging with the betrayal of his words.
He gazed softly at the other's profile that was illuminated by the dim light of his living room, and the moon approximately three hundred and eighty four thousand kilometres away.
"Are we going to swim, Yunho?" Jaejoong only asked, his nose pressed against the glass as he peered at the common pool at the first floor.
Yunho felt his shoulders fall in complete defeat. It was like the alcohol only made Jaejoong throw his meagre coherency into the wind and uncap his effusiveness.
"You're drunk, Jaejoong. You'll drown if you went swimming." He replied tiredly as the other nodded solemnly. Yunho wanted to burst into tears and yell for the other to return his sanity.
My sanity comes in the shape of your lips. Have you seen it?
"You should go sleep." He offered finally after a long pause, turning to look at the other, before quickly looking away when he noticed that the other had been scrutinizing him for a while.
Increasingly conscious, he straightened his shirt nervously. Could Jaejoong read thoughts?
Maybe it was the alcohol that made the other look so unfiltered, but Jaejoong suddenly looked so wise and all-knowing that it scared him.
Or perhaps it was because the alcohol just simply made Jaejoong forget that it was recorded somewhere in the dusty tomes of 'societal rules' that people weren't allowed to employ the gaze commonly used in mirrors to inspect their pores- on the people around them.
"I'm going to clean up." He quickly excused himself, his heart thumping away to an impossible beat that made him so sure that he was just a little more Jaejoong away from a full blown heart attack.
Sweeping the floors quickly and wiping the counter tops mechanically with more force and concentration such menial jobs typically required, he worked almost desperately as he tried to get a certain person out of his mind.
When the cushions were finally straightened, the sofas cleaned to meet his anal standards and the new apartment sparkled to that before the hurricane of people had arrived, did Yunho suddenly fret about his young colleague.
Shooting towards the balcony, he experienced the same headache as before at the empty extension.
The pool four levels down merely winked at him coyly.
"Kim Jaejoong?" He called out instead as he headed towards the rooms, promptly greeted by the sight of a comatose Jaejoong spread over the covers of his bed. Sighing in defeat, he was about to wake the other up when his impeccable logic stopped him.
Would he be able to deal with the bleary eyes, touchy hands, and whiny voice?
Quickly coming to his decision in a split of a split second, he folded his blanket over the other, tucking Jaejoong in roughly like a sushi. Bounding out of the room quickly in case he lost control, he thanked the lords for his agility, and that his hands hadn't touched the other inappropriately, nor had he stolen a kiss from those unguarded lips.
Sliding down onto the floor, he couldn't help but sigh.
The night, in his very very professional opinion, was spiralling out of control.
- - -
He wasn't sure when he slipped into consciousness, but it felt as if he had suddenly crossed a faint line between waking and sleeping, and he faintly registered the sound of sticky footsteps on the wooden floor, as if somebody was creeping about his room.
Opening his heavy eyes, he saw Jaejoong at the foot of his bed.
"What are you doing." He stated dully, his tone barely reaching that of a question as he stared tiredly at the other.
"Nothing," the boy replied after a short pause, and he nodded.
Okay, he made an idle sound of acknowledgment as he pulled the sheets higher before turning to the side once more to return to sleep.
Wait, what?
"What are you doing?" He repeated properly this time as he sat up on his bed.
"Nothing," Jaejoong repeated innocently, quicker this time, and Yunho scoffed impatiently as he pushed the warm covers off roughly to stand.
Did Jaejoong honestly think that he was stupid?
"Would you like to go back now?" He asked helpfully, noting how Jaejoong was still dressed in the same shirts and shorts he had came with. The other only made a dismissive noise as he bounced onto the newly unoccupied bed, making a huge show of crossing his legs slowly.
Yunho frowned, infinitely cautious of what the other was playing at.
"Are you hungry? Or would you rather have a bath?" He asked quickly as he made his way towards the door.
Jaejoong at work was a minefield to be wary of.
Jaejoong alone at his house in casual clothes simply blurred the lines too much for him to even function properly.
"No, no, Yunho. Come here," the other commanded with his index finger.
Yunho didn't move towards the other but he stopped to look stupidly at the other, watching as the other got up heavily with a sigh.
"You know..." the other began, and he almost felt the floor beneath him shake with every step the other took.
"I would..." He could feel his heart beating in his ears, to the thumps of the others feet. The sound rolled louder, and he felt his head pulse at the suspense and the sheer fear that coursed through him.
Then it all came crashing down, dropping to an instantaneous zero.
Every single thought that previously existed in his mind had exploded violently in his head, ricocheting off the walls, before bouncing off in the other direction, back forth, back forth.
What sorcery was this? The softness on his lips was incredible, and the sharp taste of (borrowed, or maybe stolen, but he wasn’t calculative like that) mint filled his mouth as he parted the opening wider, lost in the Jaejoong. He faintly registered his treacherous arms rising, his hands trailing up the muscular arms that he had noted in shock yesterday (there was actually something under the sweaters and cardigans!).
Suddenly deprived, Yunho made a small noise of protest as he looked questioningly at the other.
"At logistics and HR, we have a running bet." He started, as the lawyer looked perplexedly at him.
Now could they skip this part and continue this make out session that had suddenly began out of the blue (without any sensible explanation) before he woke up from his dream or somebody barged in?
"Down boy," Jaejoong only laughed at his desperation, barely flustered.
Oh gosh, was he the dog now?
"Changmin began that he thought that you had a thing for me, which I didn't agree, because you seemed to hate me so much."
Had he gotten a memo on the role reversal?
"Then I thought that you were just awkward with people, but you were so nice to me. And subconsciously I've been picking you out that I haven't even noticed how much I've changed in the small ways."
He could really see his needy face in Jaejoong's brown pupils. It was kind of amazing, like really really really really. There was a Yunho in Jaejoong.
Hello, Yunho. He wanted to laugh, or giggle. Anything. Hello, Yunho!
"I even wake up earlier just take the same train as you, to stare at you reading your documents or the day's papers. Then I'd instead get breakfast so I would come in after you."
Yunho could only blink, his mouth drying up slowly as if somebody had shoved a napkin in, and cleared the moisture out.
Wait, what? There must have been a memo somewhere on that- maybe it was time for a secretary.
Preferably ones that were named Jaejoong; specifically, the one he had just kissed.
"Then I realised how you seemed to be clenching your fists around me, holding your breath, or running away whenever you saw me. And I realised that maybe you actually liked me but you didn't know how to proceed."
Yunho felt distinctly like a fish gulping for breathe out of water. So he wasn’t a Zen master like he had started to think of himself to be?
"The bet's nine against one, with Changmin alone that your control would snap."
Oh.
Yunho felt his hands weakening, as it slid off the other's shoulders.
"Don't talk to pretty women, Yunho. I'll get jealous."
Yunho only nodded mutely.
"Don't hold back, Yunho. I wouldn't know what you're thinking."
Yunho couldn't even nod. The hinge of his neck had rusted.
"Kiss me, Yunho. Because I think I really love you, and I hope that I haven't scared you away."
The lawyer didn't even need to be told twice, the dams opening at the permission. Closing the distance between their lips, he turned over to press the other against the wall roughly as he plundered the other's mouth, his fingers carding through the other's hair easily before sliding down the other's back, and under his shirt.
"I think I'm obsessed with you, Jaejoong. I'm sorry that you lost your money to Changmin." he gasped as he broke off the kiss for a moment to drink in the unfocused expression on the face that made his heart race like a shy, intoxicated schoolgirl.
"S'okay," Jaejoong mumbled thickly, as Yunho felt himself being pulled closer by the boy he hadn't been able to get out of his mind for weeks.
Maybe now that he was a dog too, they could go for walks together... he couldn't help but sigh happily at the thought, as their wet tongues interlocked in the heat.
- - - - -
A/N: Yeah well... odd ending is odd.
I don't usually say that something is for somebody (because I think that it alienates the other readers), but this really really goes out to my beta liltee_jycyj, who doesn't deserve the crap that I've done, who I don't appreciate enough, whose value I constantly cheapen. *Cue Fiona Apple's Criminal* Wrong context, but same idea.
I just don't do things right so often.
Thank you so much for reading DSCM. It's been fun, and my archives of stories are depleting steadily with barely any replacement. I hardly ever write anymore *sighs wearily* because school. Do leave a comment, because it really really makes me happy.
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Author: countingcr0ws
Beta: liltee_jycyj
Pairing/ Characters: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Form: Three-shot ( 1 | 2 | 3 )
Genre: AU, Plain Ridiculousness, Romance
Summary: High flying lawyer Jung Yunho is forced to put his self control into good use.
Inspired by: Don't Stand So Close to Me/ Young Girl by the Glee Cast, My job stint
"Drink up! Drink up!"
Yunho rolled his eyes unhappily, sweeping the mess of sodden tissues into the bin as the circle of people burst into cheers as he tried to concentrate.
"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think that you were intentionally losing for the free drinks." Changmin laughed as he clapped the student on the shoulder while the other downed his third cup of whiskey before dropping the cup onto the floor.
Looking up from his conversation with a random female colleague, he couldn't help but frown at how Jaejoong was now rocking on his butt, grinning cutely at everyone as the silly card game (intentionally created to make everybody intoxicated as soon as possible) continued.
Tucking a random strand of hair behind his ear irately, he tried to focus on the topic at hand that frankly, in his opinion was capable of boring him to tears.
He wasn't even particularly middle-aged to engage in such topics about the advantage of resale houses and new neighbourhoods. The heck?
Excusing himself, he decided that maybe he needed a stiff drink too after all.
It was after all, his house warming, and his overpriced alcohol. It made more sense to down a larger portion of it than his friends and random colleagues.
"Yunho!"
The corporate lawyer watched as the student got up wobbly, knocking over a few scattered cups in his wake as the sirens rang noisily in his head.
Danger! Danger!
He frowned as he reflexively crossed the threshold to steady the other.
What was Changmin smirking about? He glared at the other who only shrugged with the smart-assed look all over his face.
"He's been calling for Yunho ever since he crossed this-" he sliced the air as if marking an invisible point, "this level of drunk. And he's so much more fun intoxicated." Changmin ended simply as he reached to draw another card just as Jaejoong stood before him, his face flushed from the alcohol, a careless smile plastered onto his face.
"I haven't seen you all night, Yunho!"
Yunho took a careful step back, his fingernails digging painfully into his palms.
The high pitched, syrupy voice combined with the generous smiles and wandering hands did odd things to him.
He felt like dragging Jaejoong off to bed before kissing the other senseless.
He'd take time to explore the trails, before mapping his routes and marking his favourite- probably the one that led south in the shortest time.
It was so completely impossible to control his weird thoughts, to the point where he would probably club himself in the head to put a stop to the uncharacteristical friendliness where Jaejoong was almost partially draped over him. Being unconscious equated to security.
"Come, Yunho. Sit. I'm dizzyy." Jaejoong cajoled, pulling him weakly towards the fantastic, brand new leather couch he had spent weeks to find.
Dropping down awkwardly with his balled fists on his knees, Yunho ignored Changmin's amused look halfway across the room, distinctly aware of the weight of Jaejoong's head on his shoulder.
"Jaejoong, can you-" he suddenly blurted as his butt muscles screamed at his squeezing.
"Down, Yunho." The other cut him off with a slur, with possibly the most syrupy voice he had ever heard in his life as he shifted his head to rest more comfortably, his hand crawling onto his left thigh.
He instantly felt his leg burning up, the heat penetrating his pants, to sizzle the epidermis and reaching beyond.
"Down, Yunho," the other mumbled sleepily once more, and he pressed his knees tighter
Was it that obvious?
There was a soft tsk, and he felt Jaejoong pressing closer while shifting his head. "You're a very hard pillow," he grumbled like an irate child, and Yunho hurriedly relaxed, in hope of stopping Jaejoong from climbing onto his lap in his stupor to find a better position. There was a disgruntled sigh, and it seemed to work because Jaejoong stopped shifting.
Conscious of every movement he made, the lawyer engaged his brain cells in his latest employment of being a good pillow.
He didn't know how much time had passed, as people interested to talk to him occupied his right with his left completely frozen.
Not complaining about the growing ache, he waved the leaving people away with his right arm.
I hope you had fun.
Oh no, he's a good friend with issues. He needs my comfort, and I'm a very good comforter alright?
Comforter? Hahaha, so very funny.
See you on Monday, thank you for coming!
The crowd had significantly thinned, with a few random stragglers still chatting away at the marble counter.
Increasingly antsy at his inability to be a proper host, he was about to wake the unconscious boy when a certain Human Resource officer plopped down beside him.
"He's staying over right?" The other asked without looking at him, and for a moment Yunho felt like a character in those agent-spy movies where two operatives would meet in public and speak under their breaths while engaging in random activities.
"No, why would he?" He volleyed easily as he picked nonexistent lint off his pants.
He could do the agent thing very well too, thank you very much.
"He's drunk, Yunho. And he's such great fun like that." And before he could respond, the taller man had reached over him to hit the other violently. Yunho jerked backwards in shock, effectively having the combined impact of completely rousing the student.
"Yunho..." Jaejoong wheedled cutely after a few moments, still intoxicated as he pointed towards his superior with exaggerated sadness, too scattered to string a proper sentence.
Yunho froze in his position, faintly registering Changmin's incredulous snort.
"Yunho doesn't care! Come, Jaejoong! We're going home now!"
Yunho felt panic rise within him as Changmin circled the other's wrist carelessly, pulling the other to stand.
No! Stay, Jaejoong! He wanted to yell.
I'd be the best pillow you'd ever had in your entire life. Don't go! You don't know where you live anymore! He wanted to exclaim in frenzy and snatch the other back. I care about you! He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
"Woah," Jaejoong singsonged happily like a child at the sight of winter's first snow when he almost doubled over the moment he got onto his feet. The lawyer's eyes contracted in self control as he instinctively stepped forward to steady the other.
"I'm soo tired!" The other slurred extravagantly as he refused to budge, the insolent expression plastered onto his face making the lawyer wince in pain.
What did you do when the extremely adorable dog kept yapping at your ankles, asking to be picked up? He had but faintly registered the taste of blood in his lips when Changmin suddenly thrust Jaejoong in his arms roughly.
"Well then. That settles it. Yunho shall take care of you for the night. Why did you even drink that much?" He asked impatiently with an exasperated eye roll, and Yunho had the urge to inject that the Human Resource officer had been the one chugging the kid with alcohol in the first place.
"I'm leaving! Who needs a ride?" Changmin called out loudly, which effectively saw everybody leaving while he scrambled to thank them for coming.
Sighing tiredly at the mess, he began to pick up the scattered cups that still contained unfinished beverages, tipping them into the sink when he started in shock. Where the heck was Jaejoong? Running towards the door, he swung it open quickly, but the lift landing was empty.
Oh god.
Returning back to his hall, he scanned the threshold wildly as he grabbed the cushions up violently.
Wait. Why would Jaejoong even be underneath a cushion?
Better try the drawers next.
"Jaejoong!" He called out frantically as he shot towards the rooms. The beds were still nicely made and his whimsical Jacuzzi bathtub was empty. Nobody was hiding behind the curtains or inside the cupboards (nor within his stacks of shirts), and oh god. This was a complete calamity.
Thinking back, he hadn't noticed whether Changmin had been concealing a Jaejoong-like figure under his shirt when he left...
"Jaejoong! Oh gosh! Jaejoong!" He called out, increasingly flustered with every passing second.
"You're supposed to call Kim Jaejoong."
Yunho stopped pacing about the hall to approach the direction of the voice.
"Kim Jaejoong?" He tried tentatively, his voice barely a whisper as he pushed past the gauze curtains, into the balcony.
"Present!" Kim Jaejoong replied clearly, his raised arm in the air like a lightning rod, his face practically beaming as if he had gotten a glittery sticker for achieving full marks for spelling- of which the feat was currently the main highlight of his life.
Yunho wanted to collapse at the sheer ridiculousness.
It was moments like this that left him incredibly conflicted. Like he was a paedophile preying on a young child, or that there was nothing better in the world than the magic right in front of his eyes. He plopped down wearily beside the crouching boy with a noisy sigh.
"Do you want to go home?" He asked finally, his mouth stinging with the betrayal of his words.
He gazed softly at the other's profile that was illuminated by the dim light of his living room, and the moon approximately three hundred and eighty four thousand kilometres away.
"Are we going to swim, Yunho?" Jaejoong only asked, his nose pressed against the glass as he peered at the common pool at the first floor.
Yunho felt his shoulders fall in complete defeat. It was like the alcohol only made Jaejoong throw his meagre coherency into the wind and uncap his effusiveness.
"You're drunk, Jaejoong. You'll drown if you went swimming." He replied tiredly as the other nodded solemnly. Yunho wanted to burst into tears and yell for the other to return his sanity.
My sanity comes in the shape of your lips. Have you seen it?
"You should go sleep." He offered finally after a long pause, turning to look at the other, before quickly looking away when he noticed that the other had been scrutinizing him for a while.
Increasingly conscious, he straightened his shirt nervously. Could Jaejoong read thoughts?
Maybe it was the alcohol that made the other look so unfiltered, but Jaejoong suddenly looked so wise and all-knowing that it scared him.
Or perhaps it was because the alcohol just simply made Jaejoong forget that it was recorded somewhere in the dusty tomes of 'societal rules' that people weren't allowed to employ the gaze commonly used in mirrors to inspect their pores- on the people around them.
"I'm going to clean up." He quickly excused himself, his heart thumping away to an impossible beat that made him so sure that he was just a little more Jaejoong away from a full blown heart attack.
Sweeping the floors quickly and wiping the counter tops mechanically with more force and concentration such menial jobs typically required, he worked almost desperately as he tried to get a certain person out of his mind.
When the cushions were finally straightened, the sofas cleaned to meet his anal standards and the new apartment sparkled to that before the hurricane of people had arrived, did Yunho suddenly fret about his young colleague.
Shooting towards the balcony, he experienced the same headache as before at the empty extension.
The pool four levels down merely winked at him coyly.
"Kim Jaejoong?" He called out instead as he headed towards the rooms, promptly greeted by the sight of a comatose Jaejoong spread over the covers of his bed. Sighing in defeat, he was about to wake the other up when his impeccable logic stopped him.
Would he be able to deal with the bleary eyes, touchy hands, and whiny voice?
Quickly coming to his decision in a split of a split second, he folded his blanket over the other, tucking Jaejoong in roughly like a sushi. Bounding out of the room quickly in case he lost control, he thanked the lords for his agility, and that his hands hadn't touched the other inappropriately, nor had he stolen a kiss from those unguarded lips.
Sliding down onto the floor, he couldn't help but sigh.
The night, in his very very professional opinion, was spiralling out of control.
- - -
He wasn't sure when he slipped into consciousness, but it felt as if he had suddenly crossed a faint line between waking and sleeping, and he faintly registered the sound of sticky footsteps on the wooden floor, as if somebody was creeping about his room.
Opening his heavy eyes, he saw Jaejoong at the foot of his bed.
"What are you doing." He stated dully, his tone barely reaching that of a question as he stared tiredly at the other.
"Nothing," the boy replied after a short pause, and he nodded.
Okay, he made an idle sound of acknowledgment as he pulled the sheets higher before turning to the side once more to return to sleep.
Wait, what?
"What are you doing?" He repeated properly this time as he sat up on his bed.
"Nothing," Jaejoong repeated innocently, quicker this time, and Yunho scoffed impatiently as he pushed the warm covers off roughly to stand.
Did Jaejoong honestly think that he was stupid?
"Would you like to go back now?" He asked helpfully, noting how Jaejoong was still dressed in the same shirts and shorts he had came with. The other only made a dismissive noise as he bounced onto the newly unoccupied bed, making a huge show of crossing his legs slowly.
Yunho frowned, infinitely cautious of what the other was playing at.
"Are you hungry? Or would you rather have a bath?" He asked quickly as he made his way towards the door.
Jaejoong at work was a minefield to be wary of.
Jaejoong alone at his house in casual clothes simply blurred the lines too much for him to even function properly.
"No, no, Yunho. Come here," the other commanded with his index finger.
Yunho didn't move towards the other but he stopped to look stupidly at the other, watching as the other got up heavily with a sigh.
"You know..." the other began, and he almost felt the floor beneath him shake with every step the other took.
"I would..." He could feel his heart beating in his ears, to the thumps of the others feet. The sound rolled louder, and he felt his head pulse at the suspense and the sheer fear that coursed through him.
Then it all came crashing down, dropping to an instantaneous zero.
Every single thought that previously existed in his mind had exploded violently in his head, ricocheting off the walls, before bouncing off in the other direction, back forth, back forth.
What sorcery was this? The softness on his lips was incredible, and the sharp taste of (borrowed, or maybe stolen, but he wasn’t calculative like that) mint filled his mouth as he parted the opening wider, lost in the Jaejoong. He faintly registered his treacherous arms rising, his hands trailing up the muscular arms that he had noted in shock yesterday (there was actually something under the sweaters and cardigans!).
Suddenly deprived, Yunho made a small noise of protest as he looked questioningly at the other.
"At logistics and HR, we have a running bet." He started, as the lawyer looked perplexedly at him.
Now could they skip this part and continue this make out session that had suddenly began out of the blue (without any sensible explanation) before he woke up from his dream or somebody barged in?
"Down boy," Jaejoong only laughed at his desperation, barely flustered.
Oh gosh, was he the dog now?
"Changmin began that he thought that you had a thing for me, which I didn't agree, because you seemed to hate me so much."
Had he gotten a memo on the role reversal?
"Then I thought that you were just awkward with people, but you were so nice to me. And subconsciously I've been picking you out that I haven't even noticed how much I've changed in the small ways."
He could really see his needy face in Jaejoong's brown pupils. It was kind of amazing, like really really really really. There was a Yunho in Jaejoong.
Hello, Yunho. He wanted to laugh, or giggle. Anything. Hello, Yunho!
"I even wake up earlier just take the same train as you, to stare at you reading your documents or the day's papers. Then I'd instead get breakfast so I would come in after you."
Yunho could only blink, his mouth drying up slowly as if somebody had shoved a napkin in, and cleared the moisture out.
Wait, what? There must have been a memo somewhere on that- maybe it was time for a secretary.
Preferably ones that were named Jaejoong; specifically, the one he had just kissed.
"Then I realised how you seemed to be clenching your fists around me, holding your breath, or running away whenever you saw me. And I realised that maybe you actually liked me but you didn't know how to proceed."
Yunho felt distinctly like a fish gulping for breathe out of water. So he wasn’t a Zen master like he had started to think of himself to be?
"The bet's nine against one, with Changmin alone that your control would snap."
Oh.
Yunho felt his hands weakening, as it slid off the other's shoulders.
"Don't talk to pretty women, Yunho. I'll get jealous."
Yunho only nodded mutely.
"Don't hold back, Yunho. I wouldn't know what you're thinking."
Yunho couldn't even nod. The hinge of his neck had rusted.
"Kiss me, Yunho. Because I think I really love you, and I hope that I haven't scared you away."
The lawyer didn't even need to be told twice, the dams opening at the permission. Closing the distance between their lips, he turned over to press the other against the wall roughly as he plundered the other's mouth, his fingers carding through the other's hair easily before sliding down the other's back, and under his shirt.
"I think I'm obsessed with you, Jaejoong. I'm sorry that you lost your money to Changmin." he gasped as he broke off the kiss for a moment to drink in the unfocused expression on the face that made his heart race like a shy, intoxicated schoolgirl.
"S'okay," Jaejoong mumbled thickly, as Yunho felt himself being pulled closer by the boy he hadn't been able to get out of his mind for weeks.
Maybe now that he was a dog too, they could go for walks together... he couldn't help but sigh happily at the thought, as their wet tongues interlocked in the heat.
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A/N: Yeah well... odd ending is odd.
I don't usually say that something is for somebody (because I think that it alienates the other readers), but this really really goes out to my beta liltee_jycyj, who doesn't deserve the crap that I've done, who I don't appreciate enough, whose value I constantly cheapen. *Cue Fiona Apple's Criminal* Wrong context, but same idea.
I just don't do things right so often.
Thank you so much for reading DSCM. It's been fun, and my archives of stories are depleting steadily with barely any replacement. I hardly ever write anymore *sighs wearily* because school. Do leave a comment, because it really really makes me happy.
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