OUFMU.
This is the second entry!
02. Tip your hat in the right direction.
Jaejoong / Yunho
Synopsis: Yunho feels the consequences of being caught talking to an ex, even if the intentions are good. Jaejoong isn't taking any prisoners.
Rating: Pg-13 (For a naughty Jaejoong)
Jaejoong is being a bitch.
He’s being a bitch because Yunho needs to learn his lesson.
The fourth night of their ridiculous disagreement, Jaejoong packs his things with plans to go to Changmin’s house. Yunho returns from work and ignores him to the best of his ability which is, to say the least, not very well.
“Is this cardigan yours?” Jaejoong asks, reaching into the closet to grab it.
“Doesn’t matter. You can take it.” Yunho says. He tosses his coat onto the bed, careful to avoid looking at Jaejoong when the man is facing his direction. Casually, he asks, “Where are you going.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Jaejoong says, looking over his shoulder. “You probably wouldn’t want to come, anyway. What with that stick up your ass.”
Yunho scoffs and turns to leave the room, pausing in the doorframe to come up with a response. A minute passes before Yunho leaves without saying anything. Jaejoong smiles to himself and tosses the cardigan into a bag.
- - -
“You want me to take you out…” Changmin starts.
“Yes. To a club.” Jaejoong confirms. He’s readjusting the collar of the cardigan he’d taken from his closet, and observing himself in the mirror. “I haven’t been out in a while. I figured it would be best if I… went with someone who still knows the ropes.”
Changmin laughs to himself. “Sure. I’m not sure Yunho would appreciate it, though.”
“Don’t worry about him.” Jaejoong says, smiling. Changmin’s reflection in the mirror is regarding him strangely and he chooses to ignore it until Changmin’s phone begins to trill in the next room. The younger man shrugs and leaves, going to answer the device.
Jaejoong is particularly pleased with his choice of outfit. It’s got a sort of virgin appeal, and it hugs his body pleasantly, accentuating his curves in a way that definitely looks like an open invitation. Patting his collegiate cardigan down at the waist, Jaejoong smiles at himself in the mirror one last time before turning to join Changmin in the living room.
“You should wear one, too.” Jaejoong suggests. Changmin turns to look at him, finger to his lips.
“He’s not with me, Yunho.” Changmin tries, laughing soundly as the response blares through the phone. Jaejoong can hear it.
“Changmin, I can hear him! You know what? You guys go! Go and have fun. I’ll just go and hang out with Yoochun and Junsu.”
Changmin straightens out. “Tell me how that goes.”
Jaejoong can hear Yunho growl before the phone beeps and the line goes dead. Changmin smiles and pockets his phone. “Naw, I like my outfit. It’s… fitting. You’re not the only one searching, Jae. If I don’t have the right bait, I’ll get the wrong fish.” He says, patting his backside. The jeans he’s wearing are a tad loose, but Jaejoong has to admit that they fit his body nicely. He looks carefree, and he looks as young as he acts.
“Okay. Let’s go,” Jaejoong suggests. He pockets his own phone and brushes a stray piece of hair out of his eye. “Oh!” He says as he passes Changmin. “If Yunho calls back, let him know where we are.”
Changmin huffs exasperatedly, but agrees. He nudges Jaejoong towards the door and follows closely behind him.
- - -
Considering that the club is around the block, it doesn’t take five minutes to get there.
Changmin and Jaejoong are chatting animatedly when Changmin’s phone begins to ring. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out, cutting himself off mid-sentence to answer with a brisk, “hello?”
Jaejoong steps ahead of him with a smile on his face, completely aware that Yunho is calling for the second time that evening to inquire about their whereabouts.
The club is carding. Carding Jaejoong and Changmin because they resemble adolescents, carding everyone else because they’re feeling like assholes. Changmin is still on the phone when they arrive at the entrance. Jaejoong stops Changmin and reaches into his pocket, grabbing both of their ID’s and handing them to the bouncer at the door. The man looks them over and hands them back.
“I’ll let him know, Yunho. I’ve gotta go. We’re about to head inside and you know the reception is shit…” Changmin argues. Yunho hangs up on him. Changmin shrugs and shoves his phone back in his pocket. “He‘ll be here in an hour.”
Jaejoong hasn’t been to a club in a while. Having a boyfriend halts the desire to get sweaty and grind on other men and women in an enclosed area. Unless Yunho is accompanying him, he has passed on every invitation to meet up at any of the clubs. Even when Yunho joins him, the two seldom go to anywhere that doesn’t cost a lot of money and require one to dress in formal wear.
Despite this, he’s well aware that if you want to meet somebody, you head for the bar. The bar is where the creeps, the loners and the men with money to blow on any semi-attractive person hang out.
Changmin lulls behind and eventually gets lost to the crowd of party goers.
Finding a seat is a little bit of a challenge. He spends five minutes moving back and forth, waiting for a spot to open up. It takes another five minutes for a bold person to approach him. He isn’t even aware that somebody is offering him a drink until a small pressure presents itself on his back.
“You here alone?” A disembodied voice asks him. There isn’t room to turn around, and so he waves down the bartender.
“You buying?” Jaejoong asks.
“What can I get for you?” The bartender asks as he approaches. He’s certainly a frazzled young man.
“Zombie!” Jaejoong calls to him, tipping his head and turning to face his suitor.
The man is tall, not so much stocky as he is lean with a healthy amount of muscle. His head is glistening in a light layer of sweat and his shirt is sticking to his body as he bends foreword to whisper, “So you’re interested. What’s your name?”
“Mitch.” Jaejoong says. It’s clearly a lie, but the man won’t care in a shot or two. Or three.
“I’m Hae Il.” The man says. The bartender slides Jaejoong’s drink along the counter and Hae Il places the money beside it, nodding at the bartender with a smile on his face. The bartender shakes his head and continues on to the next customer flagging him down.
“What brings you here tonight?” Hae il asks. His hand hasn’t left Jaejoong’s back and Jaejoong leans into it, biting his lip.
“Needed a change of scenery.” He admits. “what about you? No girlfriend to keep you warm tonight?”
Hae Il scoffs so loudly that Jaejoong can hear it over the noise of the bass and the drunk women sitting on either side of him. The hand on his back begins to move in slow circles. “Not tonight. I was hoping I’d find someone to keep me company. Looks like maybe I’m in luck?”
“I’m not drunk enough for that yet.” Jaejoong responds.
Hae Il waves his free hand. The bartender returns. “Another Zombie.” Hae Il commands, smiling and laying down more money. The tip on this one is generous, and the bartender doesn’t ask questions.
Jaejoong accepts the drink, but only because this is part of the plan. Watching this mans desperation and feeling nothing but the intense desire to continue with his advances makes Jaejoong realize just how catty he’s being, but he decides to continue.
“So, Hae Il.” He sips thoughtfully on his drink. “Do you like dancing?”
Hae Il considers it, before responding, “It depends on who I’m dancing with.”
“Would you dance with me?” Jaejoong asks.
“I’m thinking after you finish that drink, I’ll do anything you want.”
Jaejoong smiles and takes the straw out of his cup. He tosses it onto the counter and tips the first drink back, promptly following with the second drink waiting for him. The women beside him catcall and fist pump, almost falling off of their stools in the process. Jaejoong regards them kindly.
“Let’s go.” He says, stacking the cups and leaving them.
Hae Il helps him down from his stool, arm moving from the middle of his back to around his waist. Jaejoong can feel the alcohol sitting in his stomach. He’ll have to be careful with how he plays this one. His alcohol tolerance is nill, but Changmin is watching out for him, despite his seemingly recent disappearance.
Hae Il is a terrible dancer. In fact, Jaejoong is almost positive that the term ‘two left feet’ can’t apply to him. It has to be three or four left feet. If he weren’t getting tipsy from the drinks he consumed, he might have refused to dance with the man.
The music is crap, but it’s bearable.
In short, Jaejoong is having a terrible time.
Jaejoong can see Changmin showcasing his dancing skills amongst a group of young men and women who are standing in a circle formation around him. Jaejoong is proud of him, and immediately wishes that, if anything, he’d allowed a man that could dance to hit on him instead.
The effects of the alcohol are starting to buzz in his system. Jaejoong shakes his head to clear the foggy feeling that’s descending on him, and he keeps moving.
“What are you doing, Jaejoong?”
The voice is unmistakably clear.
“Yunho! You came.” Jaejoong says. He doesn’t turn around or stop dancing. Hae Il eyes Yunho suspiciously before shrugging it off and grabbing Jaejoong to move him.
In turn, Yunho takes Jaejoong’s hand and wrenches him back violently.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Jaejoong calls, smirking despite almost having lost his footing. This must be the alcohol acting up. “What’s wrong, Yunho.” Jaejoong asks, dragging the tip of his finger along Yunho’s jaw line. “You don’t like me talking to other men?”
Yunho huffs and looks at Hae Il. “You need to leave.”
“A public place and I need to leave?” Hae Il growls. “Why don’t you head home. Leave Mitch.” He reaches out for Jaejoong again, but Yunho sidesteps.
“Don’t touch him again. I’ll take your goddamn arm off.”
Jaejoong licks his lips. He can’t be the only one that finds Yunho sexy when he’s mad.
“Maybe I - w-want to dance with him.” Jaejoong says. He’s still wiggling to the music, and he’s tugging on his arm experimentally to see if he can slip away. Yunho’s grip is too tight.
“I don’t care. We’re going home.”
“I don’t want to go home with you!” Jaejoong yells at him. A few people within the vicinity move away to dance without the hassle of the fighting couple. Jaejoong jerks his arm free of Yunho‘s hand. “You’re not allowed to flirt with whoever you want and then leave me to sit home and think about it! I can do it, too!”
Yunho huffs angrily and rubs his forehead. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to flirt with her, alright? I didn’t have any intentions. I wasn’t going to take her home or anything. I was being nice.”
“Well, I’m being nice. He’s just b-buying me drinks. He’s also dancing with….me.” Jaejoong nods. He’s tipsy and should probably go home with Yunho right now. This was the plan, after all.
“Jaejoong.” Yunho says sternly. He shakes the anger out of his facial features. “Please come home with me. This -” He waves his arm around Jaejoong. “isn’t necessary. I get it. I talked to some girl, you’re mad.”
“Not just some girl, Yunho, I’m not a bissy pritch… pritch…. Prissy bitch. She’s y-your ex…”
Jaejoong tries to shake his head clear of the soft film called intoxication. He’s unsuccessful and, instead, feels himself getting worse.
“Fuck, fuck, come on.” Hae Il says, reaching out to steady him. “I’ll take you home.”
Yunho squares his jaw while Jaejoong pushes Hae Il off of him. “Jesus, I’m drunk.” He says. “Y-Yunho, we can talk later.”
Yunho lets out a deep breath, glaring at Hae Il before gratefully stepping forward and wrapping his arm around Jaejoong’s hip. Jaejoong leans his head in the crook of Yunho’s neck and takes a deep breath.
“Let’s go.” Yunho says. “I’ll text Changmin a little later to let him know you’re with me.”
“I am with you.” Jaejoong confirms.
The temperature outside has dropped considerably. Jaejoong is cold, but he’s too stupid to shiver and Yunho is aware of it. “I like your outfit, Jae.” Yunho says appreciatively. “But it’s not really right for this weather.”
“You gotta carry me.” Jaejoong slurs. “I can’t…” and that’s all Jaejoong is capable of saying before his vision goes blank.
- - -
END.
02. Tip your hat in the right direction.
Jaejoong / Yunho
Synopsis: Yunho feels the consequences of being caught talking to an ex, even if the intentions are good. Jaejoong isn't taking any prisoners.
Rating: Pg-13 (For a naughty Jaejoong)
Jaejoong is being a bitch.
He’s being a bitch because Yunho needs to learn his lesson.
The fourth night of their ridiculous disagreement, Jaejoong packs his things with plans to go to Changmin’s house. Yunho returns from work and ignores him to the best of his ability which is, to say the least, not very well.
“Is this cardigan yours?” Jaejoong asks, reaching into the closet to grab it.
“Doesn’t matter. You can take it.” Yunho says. He tosses his coat onto the bed, careful to avoid looking at Jaejoong when the man is facing his direction. Casually, he asks, “Where are you going.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Jaejoong says, looking over his shoulder. “You probably wouldn’t want to come, anyway. What with that stick up your ass.”
Yunho scoffs and turns to leave the room, pausing in the doorframe to come up with a response. A minute passes before Yunho leaves without saying anything. Jaejoong smiles to himself and tosses the cardigan into a bag.
- - -
“You want me to take you out…” Changmin starts.
“Yes. To a club.” Jaejoong confirms. He’s readjusting the collar of the cardigan he’d taken from his closet, and observing himself in the mirror. “I haven’t been out in a while. I figured it would be best if I… went with someone who still knows the ropes.”
Changmin laughs to himself. “Sure. I’m not sure Yunho would appreciate it, though.”
“Don’t worry about him.” Jaejoong says, smiling. Changmin’s reflection in the mirror is regarding him strangely and he chooses to ignore it until Changmin’s phone begins to trill in the next room. The younger man shrugs and leaves, going to answer the device.
Jaejoong is particularly pleased with his choice of outfit. It’s got a sort of virgin appeal, and it hugs his body pleasantly, accentuating his curves in a way that definitely looks like an open invitation. Patting his collegiate cardigan down at the waist, Jaejoong smiles at himself in the mirror one last time before turning to join Changmin in the living room.
“You should wear one, too.” Jaejoong suggests. Changmin turns to look at him, finger to his lips.
“He’s not with me, Yunho.” Changmin tries, laughing soundly as the response blares through the phone. Jaejoong can hear it.
“Changmin, I can hear him! You know what? You guys go! Go and have fun. I’ll just go and hang out with Yoochun and Junsu.”
Changmin straightens out. “Tell me how that goes.”
Jaejoong can hear Yunho growl before the phone beeps and the line goes dead. Changmin smiles and pockets his phone. “Naw, I like my outfit. It’s… fitting. You’re not the only one searching, Jae. If I don’t have the right bait, I’ll get the wrong fish.” He says, patting his backside. The jeans he’s wearing are a tad loose, but Jaejoong has to admit that they fit his body nicely. He looks carefree, and he looks as young as he acts.
“Okay. Let’s go,” Jaejoong suggests. He pockets his own phone and brushes a stray piece of hair out of his eye. “Oh!” He says as he passes Changmin. “If Yunho calls back, let him know where we are.”
Changmin huffs exasperatedly, but agrees. He nudges Jaejoong towards the door and follows closely behind him.
- - -
Considering that the club is around the block, it doesn’t take five minutes to get there.
Changmin and Jaejoong are chatting animatedly when Changmin’s phone begins to ring. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out, cutting himself off mid-sentence to answer with a brisk, “hello?”
Jaejoong steps ahead of him with a smile on his face, completely aware that Yunho is calling for the second time that evening to inquire about their whereabouts.
The club is carding. Carding Jaejoong and Changmin because they resemble adolescents, carding everyone else because they’re feeling like assholes. Changmin is still on the phone when they arrive at the entrance. Jaejoong stops Changmin and reaches into his pocket, grabbing both of their ID’s and handing them to the bouncer at the door. The man looks them over and hands them back.
“I’ll let him know, Yunho. I’ve gotta go. We’re about to head inside and you know the reception is shit…” Changmin argues. Yunho hangs up on him. Changmin shrugs and shoves his phone back in his pocket. “He‘ll be here in an hour.”
Jaejoong hasn’t been to a club in a while. Having a boyfriend halts the desire to get sweaty and grind on other men and women in an enclosed area. Unless Yunho is accompanying him, he has passed on every invitation to meet up at any of the clubs. Even when Yunho joins him, the two seldom go to anywhere that doesn’t cost a lot of money and require one to dress in formal wear.
Despite this, he’s well aware that if you want to meet somebody, you head for the bar. The bar is where the creeps, the loners and the men with money to blow on any semi-attractive person hang out.
Changmin lulls behind and eventually gets lost to the crowd of party goers.
Finding a seat is a little bit of a challenge. He spends five minutes moving back and forth, waiting for a spot to open up. It takes another five minutes for a bold person to approach him. He isn’t even aware that somebody is offering him a drink until a small pressure presents itself on his back.
“You here alone?” A disembodied voice asks him. There isn’t room to turn around, and so he waves down the bartender.
“You buying?” Jaejoong asks.
“What can I get for you?” The bartender asks as he approaches. He’s certainly a frazzled young man.
“Zombie!” Jaejoong calls to him, tipping his head and turning to face his suitor.
The man is tall, not so much stocky as he is lean with a healthy amount of muscle. His head is glistening in a light layer of sweat and his shirt is sticking to his body as he bends foreword to whisper, “So you’re interested. What’s your name?”
“Mitch.” Jaejoong says. It’s clearly a lie, but the man won’t care in a shot or two. Or three.
“I’m Hae Il.” The man says. The bartender slides Jaejoong’s drink along the counter and Hae Il places the money beside it, nodding at the bartender with a smile on his face. The bartender shakes his head and continues on to the next customer flagging him down.
“What brings you here tonight?” Hae il asks. His hand hasn’t left Jaejoong’s back and Jaejoong leans into it, biting his lip.
“Needed a change of scenery.” He admits. “what about you? No girlfriend to keep you warm tonight?”
Hae Il scoffs so loudly that Jaejoong can hear it over the noise of the bass and the drunk women sitting on either side of him. The hand on his back begins to move in slow circles. “Not tonight. I was hoping I’d find someone to keep me company. Looks like maybe I’m in luck?”
“I’m not drunk enough for that yet.” Jaejoong responds.
Hae Il waves his free hand. The bartender returns. “Another Zombie.” Hae Il commands, smiling and laying down more money. The tip on this one is generous, and the bartender doesn’t ask questions.
Jaejoong accepts the drink, but only because this is part of the plan. Watching this mans desperation and feeling nothing but the intense desire to continue with his advances makes Jaejoong realize just how catty he’s being, but he decides to continue.
“So, Hae Il.” He sips thoughtfully on his drink. “Do you like dancing?”
Hae Il considers it, before responding, “It depends on who I’m dancing with.”
“Would you dance with me?” Jaejoong asks.
“I’m thinking after you finish that drink, I’ll do anything you want.”
Jaejoong smiles and takes the straw out of his cup. He tosses it onto the counter and tips the first drink back, promptly following with the second drink waiting for him. The women beside him catcall and fist pump, almost falling off of their stools in the process. Jaejoong regards them kindly.
“Let’s go.” He says, stacking the cups and leaving them.
Hae Il helps him down from his stool, arm moving from the middle of his back to around his waist. Jaejoong can feel the alcohol sitting in his stomach. He’ll have to be careful with how he plays this one. His alcohol tolerance is nill, but Changmin is watching out for him, despite his seemingly recent disappearance.
Hae Il is a terrible dancer. In fact, Jaejoong is almost positive that the term ‘two left feet’ can’t apply to him. It has to be three or four left feet. If he weren’t getting tipsy from the drinks he consumed, he might have refused to dance with the man.
The music is crap, but it’s bearable.
In short, Jaejoong is having a terrible time.
Jaejoong can see Changmin showcasing his dancing skills amongst a group of young men and women who are standing in a circle formation around him. Jaejoong is proud of him, and immediately wishes that, if anything, he’d allowed a man that could dance to hit on him instead.
The effects of the alcohol are starting to buzz in his system. Jaejoong shakes his head to clear the foggy feeling that’s descending on him, and he keeps moving.
“What are you doing, Jaejoong?”
The voice is unmistakably clear.
“Yunho! You came.” Jaejoong says. He doesn’t turn around or stop dancing. Hae Il eyes Yunho suspiciously before shrugging it off and grabbing Jaejoong to move him.
In turn, Yunho takes Jaejoong’s hand and wrenches him back violently.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Jaejoong calls, smirking despite almost having lost his footing. This must be the alcohol acting up. “What’s wrong, Yunho.” Jaejoong asks, dragging the tip of his finger along Yunho’s jaw line. “You don’t like me talking to other men?”
Yunho huffs and looks at Hae Il. “You need to leave.”
“A public place and I need to leave?” Hae Il growls. “Why don’t you head home. Leave Mitch.” He reaches out for Jaejoong again, but Yunho sidesteps.
“Don’t touch him again. I’ll take your goddamn arm off.”
Jaejoong licks his lips. He can’t be the only one that finds Yunho sexy when he’s mad.
“Maybe I - w-want to dance with him.” Jaejoong says. He’s still wiggling to the music, and he’s tugging on his arm experimentally to see if he can slip away. Yunho’s grip is too tight.
“I don’t care. We’re going home.”
“I don’t want to go home with you!” Jaejoong yells at him. A few people within the vicinity move away to dance without the hassle of the fighting couple. Jaejoong jerks his arm free of Yunho‘s hand. “You’re not allowed to flirt with whoever you want and then leave me to sit home and think about it! I can do it, too!”
Yunho huffs angrily and rubs his forehead. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to flirt with her, alright? I didn’t have any intentions. I wasn’t going to take her home or anything. I was being nice.”
“Well, I’m being nice. He’s just b-buying me drinks. He’s also dancing with….me.” Jaejoong nods. He’s tipsy and should probably go home with Yunho right now. This was the plan, after all.
“Jaejoong.” Yunho says sternly. He shakes the anger out of his facial features. “Please come home with me. This -” He waves his arm around Jaejoong. “isn’t necessary. I get it. I talked to some girl, you’re mad.”
“Not just some girl, Yunho, I’m not a bissy pritch… pritch…. Prissy bitch. She’s y-your ex…”
Jaejoong tries to shake his head clear of the soft film called intoxication. He’s unsuccessful and, instead, feels himself getting worse.
“Fuck, fuck, come on.” Hae Il says, reaching out to steady him. “I’ll take you home.”
Yunho squares his jaw while Jaejoong pushes Hae Il off of him. “Jesus, I’m drunk.” He says. “Y-Yunho, we can talk later.”
Yunho lets out a deep breath, glaring at Hae Il before gratefully stepping forward and wrapping his arm around Jaejoong’s hip. Jaejoong leans his head in the crook of Yunho’s neck and takes a deep breath.
“Let’s go.” Yunho says. “I’ll text Changmin a little later to let him know you’re with me.”
“I am with you.” Jaejoong confirms.
The temperature outside has dropped considerably. Jaejoong is cold, but he’s too stupid to shiver and Yunho is aware of it. “I like your outfit, Jae.” Yunho says appreciatively. “But it’s not really right for this weather.”
“You gotta carry me.” Jaejoong slurs. “I can’t…” and that’s all Jaejoong is capable of saying before his vision goes blank.
- - -
END.