In Familiar Arms
Title: In Familiar Arms
Author: his_angel16
Pairing: YunJae, slight!JaeChun
Genre: Angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jaejoong falls sick, Yuchun and Junsu have to make a nearly painful decision: do they call Yunho and Changmin or try to help Jaejoong themselves?
Yuchun awoke to someone groan before they rolled out of bed and onto the floor as they attempted to stand. Switching on his bedside lamp, he frowned as he watched Jaejoong stumble to the bathroom. Moments later, he heard the other as he vomited, their late supper reappearing in the porcelain toilet. He watched as Junsu sprang up from his bed, dashing into the bathroom in time to pull Jaejoong’s hair out of his face as a second wave of vomit spilled from his mouth.
“I told you not to eat the shrimp,” Yuchun said, pushing back his comforter. He climbed out of bed and entered the bathroom, shielding his eyes from the light.
Junsu frowned as he placed his hand against Jaejoong’s forehead. “Chun, he’s burning up. Go get the thermometer,” Junsu ordered, barely passing him a glance.
Yuchun nodded, going to fetch the thermometer. He rummaged around in their bedroom for it, sighing and running his fingers through his hair as he tried to remember where he had last seen it. Hurrying to the kitchen, he paused at the door, switching on the light. “If I were a thermometer, where would I be?”
After searching the drawers, he leaned against the counter, arms crossed as he tried, once again, to remember where they stashed it. Pulling his cell phone from his pajama pants pocket, he scrolled through his contacts, stopping on one he hadn’t messaged in a while.
To: U-Know
From: Micky
Text: Do you have a thermometer?
Yuchun closed his eyes as he hit the button to send it, placing his phone on the counter beside him. He tapped his fingers against the surface, counting the seconds that ticked by. He didn’t count on a response, eyes flashing open when his phone vibrated, the screen lighting up. He picked up the device with shaky hands, opening the message.
To: Micky
From: U-Know
Text: We have one. Why? You sick?
Yuchun gnawed on his bottom lip as he typed a reply, hoping with every ounce of his being that Yunho didn’t shut his phone off and ignore him completely.
To: U-Know
From: Micky
Text: Not me. Jae. We need to take his temp, but I can’t find our thermometer. Bring yours over?
He was back to counting seconds, minutes melting away before there was a knock on the door. He gazed at his phone before leaving it to see who it could be so late at night. Unlocking it and pulling it open, he was surprised to find Yunho and Changmin standing there, both breathless as if they had ran for miles.
“That was quick,” Yuchun murmured, standing aside to let the two of them in. He closed the door as Junsu walked around the corner.
“Yah, Chun, what’s taking-” Junsu began, dropping his sentence as he noticed Yunho and Changmin standing there. “W-what are you two doing here?”
“Where’s Jaejoong?” Yunho asked, hearing Jaejoong call out weakly for someone. He followed the voice, turning in the hall to face their room.
Jaejoong was curled into a ball on his bed, eyes closed with beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face. He hugged his pillow closer to his body as Junsu, Yuchun, and Changmin entered the room. Yunho felt himself being nudged aside as Junsu went to Jaejoong’s side. He felt Yuchun lightly pull the thermometer from his hand, allowing it to slip through his fingers.
I forgot that I can’t be the one to help you when you’re sick, Yunho thought to himself, going to lean against the wall. Changmin made his way over and did the same, both worried, but too out of their comfort zones to say anything.
“Yah, Jae, sit up for a minute,” Yuchun said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to help him sit up. He frowned as sweat seeped into his shirt, holding the thermometer up. “Open your mouth and put this under your tongue.”
Jaejoong did so, eyes closed as he leaned against Yuchun. He felt as if he had vacationed on the sun and it was right on top of him. After the thermometer beeped and Yuchun took it out, Jaejoong turned to bury his face in the other’s chest. “I’m cold and hot at the same time,” he mumbled, shifting so that his forehead was pressed against Yuchun’s neck, his body temperature feeling much cooler than it really was.
“Junsu, go get a bowl of ice water and a towel,” Yuchun said, feeling slightly awkward with Jaejoong’s forehead buried in his neck. He glanced momentarily at Yunho, seeing him look down as Junsu ran from the room. He counted the number of times the ceiling fan spun around until Junsu returned.
“Here,” Junsu mumbled, setting the bowl on the nightstand and handing him the towel.
Yuchun placed the towel in the bowl, the ice clanking together as he drenched the fabric. Wringing it out, he folded it up neatly before dabbing it on Jaejoong’s forehead. He rubbed soothing circles on Jaejoong’s arm as he did so, attempting to keep him calm. “In a few minutes, we should take his temperature to see if his fever has gone down.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “I doubt it has after something as little as what you’re doing,” he mumbled, earning himself a smack from Yunho. Rubbing his arm, he glared at the elder as he spoke again. “I mean, if he’s sick, take him to the hospital. He might need some sort of antibiotic.”
“He wasn’t sick earlier,” Junsu said. “It just came out of nowhere.”
“Jaejoong said something about not feeling well earlier,” Yuchun informed them, Junsu frowning from not being told. “I told him to take it easy and to not do anything that might cause him to feel worse.”
“And he ate that shrimp and other icky things.”
Changmin raised an eyebrow at him. “Other icky things? You use the word icky? Really?”
Yunho glared at him, silently conveying he needed to shut up or he was going to get hit. He controlled his expression as he looked at Yuchun and Junsu. “What other things did he eat?”
Junsu shrugged. “It smelled bad. He might have eaten some bad meat or something.”
Yunho frowned. “Show me what he ate.”
Not fully wanting to parade him around the house, but too afraid of the death glares he’d receive otherwise, Junsu led Yunho from the bedroom, going into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a container of food. “This is what he ate.”
Yunho ripped the lid off of it, sniffing it. He shook his head. “This is still good. He might have gotten-” He was cut off from Changmin shouting swear words and Yuchun trying to get him to shut up.
Junsu sighed and left the kitchen, Yunho following him back into the bedroom. “Yah, what happened?” he ordered, Yunho looking around to see that Changmin was rubbing his cheek.
Approaching the younger, Yunho frowned as he noticed that Yuchun had hit him. Turning fiery eyes on his once-upon-a-time friend, he frowned. “Who do you think you are, Park Yuchun? You have no right to put your hands on Changmin.”
Yuchun glared back, stretching his fingers to make sure he hadn’t broken any of them. “Jae was getting ready to puke and stepped on Changmin on his way to the bathroom so, like the natural idiot your maknae is, he shouted at him.”
Yunho felt his blood begin to boil. “If you three hadn’t left, he’d be your maknae, too.” He knew that it was a low blow, but at that point, he couldn’t keep his calm. Should Changmin have shouted at Jaejoong? Probably not. He inhaled deeply in order to calm himself down before he said something that he would regret although he already wished he could take back his previous words.
Yuchun got off of the bed, staring Yunho in the eye. “We had our reasons. Get over it, you pansy. Right now, Jaejoong is puking his guts out and you’re worried over something as minor as him accidentally stepping on Changmin’s foot?”
Yunho was about to speak when he heard Jaejoong cough. His eyes darted to the bathroom and his legs automatically carried him there. He watched as Jaejoong hunched over the toilet bowl again, dry heaving as his body had nothing else to expel. He moved slowly toward him, hand outstretched as he wanted to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. He paused, hand clenching into a fist before he looked away. He looked over and noticed Yuchun staring at him, an expression on his face that he hadn’t seen in a long while.
Don’t you dare pity me, Yuchun, you bastard, Yunho thought to himself. He walked over silently and closed the door, turning the lock on the knob to keep the other three out. He turned and went to the bathtub, turning on the hot and cold water. He plugged the drain, waiting for the water to fill halfway up the tub. Shutting the water off, he moved the trashcan to the side of the tub before turning back to where Jaejoong was kneeling by the toilet. Wrapping an arm around Jaejoong’s shoulders, he eased him backward to hook his other arm behind his knees. Picking him up off the floor, he went back to the tub.
Setting Jaejoong in the cool water first, he climbed in behind him, holding onto his shoulders so that Jaejoong didn’t fall over in the short time it took him to sit behind him. Feeling someone else’s presence, Jaejoong craned his neck to see who was behind him. Seeing it was Yunho, he flailed, trying to stand up.
“Calm down, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling Jaejoong’s back to his chest. He rested his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder, eyes closed, as he felt the other still. “Just sit still for a little while, Jaejoongie. Let me have this one moment with you and then I’ll leave.”
Jaejoong relaxed, leaning his head back on Yunho’s shoulder. He glanced at the other, watching as Yunho kept his eyes closed. “Why are you here?” he asked, voice hoarse.
Leaning back against the side of the tub, Yunho pulled Jaejoong with him. “I’m here because Yuchun said you were sick.” Once he was certain that Jaejoong wouldn’t scramble away, he loosened his hold on him. Taking his hands, Yunho rubbed water on Jaejoong’s arms, trying to make his temperature drop.
Jaejoong sighed, closing his eyes. He listened to the sound of Yunho’s breathing, the sound of his heart beating. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but it was a sound he missed. He felt Yunho’s hand move over his forehead, the water running down his face. He frowned, opening his eyes. “I feel hot,” Jaejoong mumbled.
Yunho held in a laugh. “Take your shirt off.” Jaejoong shook his head, but Yunho moved his hands, pulling at the fabric that intended on clinging to Jaejoong’s torso.
“Just leave it, Yunho.” Jaejoong smacked his hands away, closing his eyes again. He felt Yunho’s hands on his sides, growling inwardly at how he still didn’t listen to him. Opening his mouth to scold him, Jaejoong felt himself moved forward a little bit as Yunho pulled his shirt off. “You don’t listen.”
Yunho smiled, tossing Jaejoong’s shirt on the floor. “I know.” They were both silent as Jaejoong leaned back against Yunho, watching as water fell from Yunho’s fingertips onto his bare skin.
Jaejoong frowned. “I think I’m going to be sick,” he murmured, pushing away from Yunho to grab the trashcan. Hunched over it, Jaejoong’s eyes were closed as he felt a tremor roll through his body. He coughed and spluttered, but nothing came up.
Yunho rubbed circles on his back, using his other hand to move Jaejoong’s hair out of his face. “Jae, there’s nothing in your stomach for your body to reject. You’re dry heaving.” He pulled Jaejoong back, making him face him. Before he could think twice about the words swirling in his head, they fell from his lips. “I miss you.”
Jaejoong froze, Yunho’s words clicking into place like pieces of a puzzle. “W-what?”
Yunho looked away. “Saying it once was hard enough. Please don’t make me say it again.”
Jaejoong frowned, eyes narrowing at him. “Fine. Don’t say it again.” He climbed out of the tub, his pajama pants squishing under his feet as he walked toward the door. He unlocked it, turning the knob and pulling it open. Yuchun, Junsu, and Changmin were sitting on the beds, all looking over with wide eyes as he entered the room.
“Yah, Jaejoong, are you feeling okay now?” Junsu asked, standing up.
Jaejoong ignored him, going to his dresser. He pulled dry clothes from the drawers, back to the three in the room as he rambled. “Damn idiot. He can’t even say I miss you without spoiling the moment,” he hissed.
Yuchun looked toward the bathroom, seeing Yunho’s arm draped over the side of the bathtub. He got up as Jaejoong left the bedroom. “Junsu, go after Jae. He might try to leave the apartment.” He made his way to the bathroom, dodging the watery footprints Jaejoong left behind. “What happened?”
Yunho looked up once he heard Yuchun speak, turning back around to face the wall. “I said something I apparently shouldn’t have. I pissed him off again.”
Yuchun sighed, sitting down and leaning against the cupboard. “How did you piss him off?”
“I told him I missed him. And then I wouldn’t repeat what I said.”
“You should have. Maybe he wouldn’t have stormed out the way he did.”
Yunho looked over at Yuchun, eyes wide. “He left?!” He scrambled, getting out of the bathtub and nearly slipping on the water dripping from his clothes. “I need to go after him.”
Yuchun stood and reached out, grasping Yunho’s wrist. “Change before you go. If you go out like that, you’ll get sick, too.”
Yunho nodded, the two of them entering the bedroom and causing Changmin to give them an odd look. “You two were at each other’s throats a while ago and now you’re acting like nothing happened?”
Yuchun and Yunho both turned to smirk at him. “It’s complicated,” they muttered. Yuchun went to his dresser and pulled out dry clothes, tossing them at Yunho.
“Complicated my ass.”
“Language!” Yuchun scolded, Changmin staring at him with wide eyes. “Your mouth has gotten worse. Clean it up.”
Changmin looked at Yunho as he pointed to Yuchun. “Is he serious?”
Yunho nodded. “Yeah, he’s serious. He always has been.”
Yunho changed quickly, hurrying from their apartment and out into the chilly air. He frowned as he noticed his breath was visible. Where did you go, Kim Jaejoong? He pulled out his phone, going to the global tracking feature and smiling once Jaejoong appeared as a blip.
Jaejoong walked quickly, grumbling under his breath about how Yunho hadn’t changed. He knew Junsu was following him, but he simply ignored him. All he wanted was to be alone, to think about where to go from that point. He didn’t know whether to shut Yunho out, completely erasing him from his heart and mind like footprints in sand buffered out by waves or to let him in again. Junsu caught his wrist and he whirled around, ready to scream at him.
“Jae, let’s go back,” Junsu suggested. “I’ll make Yunho and Changmin leave. You need to go back to bed. You’re sick, remember?”
Jaejoong’s anger vanished as quickly as it came. “I don’t want to go back right now.” He turned away from Junsu. “I can’t be in that apartment anymore. There’s memories of him now. I can’t live where memories of him are, Junsu.”
Junsu frowned, nodding. “I know. I’ll talk to Yuchun about us leaving. We’ll move out of the city if we have to.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “You go back without me. I don’t want to be around him anymore. I can’t take it.”
Junsu patted his shoulder. “If he’s gone, I’ll call you. When I do, come back home, okay?”
“Okay.” Jaejoong watched as Junsu turned around and headed back to their dorm. He sighed, turning in the opposite direction and started walking.
His footsteps were heavy, the chilly air burning his lungs with every breath he took. He reached a park and sat down on one of the benches. Hearing footsteps, he looked to the left, his body tensing as Yunho approached him. He stood on shaky legs, facing Yunho as his mind told him to run away, to hide like the little kid he was.
“Jaejoong, we have to talk,” Yunho said, taking another step toward him.
Jaejoong shook his head. “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to see you, but you insist on appearing in front of me. You’re like a damn ghost from my past that continues to haunt me and I don’t know how much more of it my heart can take.”
“I want to apologize for back at your place. I shouldn’t have said what I did. If you want me to repeat what I said, I will.”
“It’s too late for that, Yunho.”
Yunho shook his head, taking another step toward Jaejoong, his eyes misting over as his voice became quiet. “Please don’t say that. I know I messed up in the past, but-”
“You’ll change?” Jaejoong interrupted him. He scoffed. “I’ve heard that way too many times before. I don’t believe in you anymore, Yunho. I can’t trust you, I can’t keep this love alive by myself. All I’ve ever wanted was you to give what I have.”
“I’ve been trying to. If you’ll give me another chance, I promise that things will be different.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I don’t want another empty promise.” He stared at Yunho, tears beginning to burn his eyes. Blinking them away, he pulled out his phone and took the battery out. Turning to the small pond, he threw it as hard as he could, the device falling below the water’s surface. He turned back to Yunho. “You can’t track me anymore.”
“Jaejoong, what if one of them try to call you?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I’ll have to take my chances that they’ll let me be alone. I’ll go home with some half-baked story about how I lost it and I’ll buy a new phone, one that you won’t be able to trace. Stop appearing in front of me.”
“Let me have one final goodbye.” Yunho didn’t wait for Jaejoong to respond to his words. He walked over to him, his hands cupping Jaejoong’s face as he brought their lips together. Instantly, it felt as if electricity shot through his body. He didn’t know if Jaejoong felt the same or if he had already been cast out of his heart, but to Yunho, the fact that Jaejoong responded to the kiss gave him a shred of hope. After breaking the kiss, Yunho stared at Jaejoong, waiting to be accepted or rejected by his heart. He no longer cared if either happened.
Stepping back, Jaejoong kept his gaze steady. He could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest, but he didn’t want Yunho to know of it. He simply turned around to walk away. “This is our final goodbye, Jung Yunho. I don’t want to see you appear before me again.”
“You felt nothing?” Yunho nearly choked on his words, the tears filling up his eyes and a lump rising in his throat. “After everything that’s been between us, after all we went through together, you seriously think I’m going to believe that you no longer hold me in your heart?”
Jaejoong didn’t look at him, trying to keep his own tears at bay. “I didn’t feel anything with that kiss.” Jaejoong started to walk away, eyes widening as Yunho caught onto his wrist. He froze, wondering if he had been caught so quickly in his lie.
“Please…” Yunho whispered. “Don’t do this to me again. Watching you walk away once was enough. Please don’t do it again. I was running from my heart, from the fear of having to watch you walk away again. I’ve missed you and I’ve missed the way your lips feel against mine. Your breath, your skin, your voice…I’ve missed it all so much, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong bit his lip, holding in a sob that was bubbling up his throat. He wanted to turn around and hug Yunho, to pull him close and never let him go. Choking down the sob, he pulled his hand free. “I haven’t missed you at all. I’ve been completely happy with how my life is now. The memories I once had of you, of the five of us being together…I forgot all of them. There’s only the three of us now, only the two of you.”
Yunho watched Jaejoong walk away, a tear slipping down his cheek. “If he looks back, everything will be okay. If Jaejoong glances back at me for a split second, then I know he still feels something toward me.”
Jaejoong kept walking, kept fighting back tears on the brink of falling. His steps felt heavier with each one he took that carried him away from Yunho, away from the love that he still had. Rounding the corner, he leaned against the wall of the building, sliding down into a sitting position as his legs gave out. Pulling his legs in, he buried his face in his arms, finally allowing the tears to spill. It was only a few seconds later that he began coughing, being upset to the point where he thought he might literally start vomiting his guts out.
Yunho was frozen to the spot, unable to make his legs move. Tears stained his face as he stared blankly at where Jaejoong had disappeared around the corner. It was only hearing coughing and hacking that he seemed to thaw. He knew that noise from memory, from being near its owner so frequently that he became tuned to the sound.
“Jaejoong.” Yunho started walking in the same direction before he broke into a sprint. The chilly air burned his lungs, made his legs numb from penetrating his jeans. He turned the corner, finding Jaejoong sitting on the ground, coughing to the point where it hurt his throat just to hear it. He knelt beside Jaejoong, arms circling around him.
“Go away,” Jaejoong spat, trying to shove Yunho away. “I don’t want you near me.”
“I’ll leave once you’re healthy again.” He helped Jaejoong to his feet, pulling out his phone. “Max, come to the park we all used to hang out at. Bring Xiah and Micky with you, too. Yeah, I’m with Jae right now. See you in a few.” Hanging up, Yunho managed to help Jaejoong to the park, helping him sit on the bench. He tugged off his coat, draping it around Jaejoong’s shoulders.
“I don’t need you anymore, Yunho. I have Junsu and Yuchun to look after me. Disappear and never come back.” Jaejoong tried to stand, but Yunho grabbed his arm, pulling him into a tight hug. “Let go of me.”
“I don’t want to,” Yunho whispered. “You may not need me anymore, but, Jae, I still need you. You’re the one who keeps me going when I want to quit. I love Changmin, he’s like a brother to me. Su and Chun are, too. But you, you’re more than that to me, Jae, you always have been.”
“Don’t try to sweet-talk me. I don’t want to hear it.” Jaejoong turned his head away, coughing before he leaned against Yunho. Although he wanted to make the other believe he hated him, he had to admit that he was comfortable in Yunho’s arms.
“Jae, look at me.” Yunho waited for Jaejoong to look up at him, moving ever so slowly toward him. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, waiting for him to respond to it or hit him. He closed his eyes, happiness bubbling up inside him as he felt Jaejoong’s lips moving against his.
I’ve missed this, Jaejoong thought to himself as he closed his eyes, feeling Yunho’s arms wrap tighter around him. I’ve missed this man and everything he brings me. Happiness, sadness, anger, frustration…love. “Yunho, there’s something I want to tell you.” He pulled back, waiting for Yunho to look at him fully before he went to continue. “I…I thought you should know that…”
Yunho’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he cupped Jaejoong’s face. “What is it, Hero?”
Hearing that name, Jaejoong tensed, memories washing over him and laughter pounding against his eardrums. Everything flooded back to him from their debut to their departure. He felt fresh tears trail down his cheeks, not wanting to remember all of the sacrifices they had made and all of the pain they caused each other. Yunho wiped his tears away with his thumbs, leaning in to kiss them away after they wouldn’t stop. Fisting his hands in Yunho’s shirt, Jaejoong forced their eyes to meet.
“I still love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes. It felt as if a heavy weight was lifted off his chest, making it easier for him to breathe. “I love you, Jung Yunho. I never stopped loving you, but I love Yu-”
“Shhh.” Yunho silenced him with a kiss. “I know you love them, too, and just as much as you love me. Just let me hold you for a little while, Jaejoong. When Yuchun and Junsu come to pick you up, I’ll leave with Changmin. I’ll disappear from your side like you want and I won’t come back.”
Jaejoong shook his head, tightening his grip on Yunho’s shirt. “I don’t want you to go. I was just angry at myself for never getting over you. But I can’t help it that I love you. You’re my everything, Yunho. You always have been since we met each other. People fight and break up every day…” He looked up into Yunho’s eyes. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t care any less for each other than they always have.”
Yunho felt a lump in his throat, tears threatening to fall. “I love you, too, baby. I’ll stay by your side as long as you want me to.”
Jaejoong offered him a tired smile, resting his head on his shoulder as he huddled closer to Yunho. “I’m tired.”
Yunho placed a kiss on his forehead, pulling his coat tighter around Jaejoong as best as he could. “Sleep. I’m sure the four of us will be able to get you home.” Yunho listened to Jaejoong’s breathing even out as he fell asleep. He smiled a little, knowing that Jaejoong still loved him. He wrapped his arms around Jaejoong, keeping him warm until he could get him home and under a mountain of blankets.
Yuchun hurried to the park, Junsu and Changmin on his heels. He panted as he whirled around, freezing as his eyes fell on two people huddled together on the bench. Rushing over, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief as Yunho waved at him. “Is he okay?” he asked, eyes fixed on Jaejoong’s sleeping face.
“He’s fine. He’s just sleeping. Help me get him home, okay?”
Yuchun nodded, reaching out to help take Jaejoong’s weight off of Yunho. “How long has he been asleep?”
Yunho stretched before turning around. ”He’s been out for about ten minutes. Put him on my back and I’ll carry him.”
Reluctantly, Yuchun draped Jaejoong over Yunho’s back, Junsu holding on to Jaejoong’s arms as Yunho got him situated. “We need to get him home and under some blankets. His fever might spike again and-”
“I know, Yuchun, I know. Let’s get going.”
They started for JYJ’s apartment, Yunho struggling under Jaejoong’s weight, but refusing to show it. Once they arrived safely back inside, Junsu closed the door as Yunho and Yuchun went to the bedroom, placing Jaejoong carefully on his mattress and covering him up. Running a hand over his face, Yunho turned to leave, Yuchun snagging his shirt. “I think you and Changmin should stay. Having you here might help Jaejoong recover more quickly.”
“I don’t know if we should. Changmin and I showing up might have caused him to get worse.”
“I know that isn’t true. Seeing the two of you being here for him is helping him. This is the most peaceful I’ve seen him in months, Yunho. Admit it already. You want to stay as much as he wants you to.”
Yunho opened his mouth to reply, but Yuchun had slipped out of the door. He looked at Jaejoong, going over and crawling into bed with him. He placed a kiss on Jaejoong’s nose, the other stirring from sleep. “Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up in the morning.”
Jaejoong pulled Yunho closer, moving to use his chest as a pillow. “You’re warm and familiar. I’ve missed this, Yunho. I’ve missed our late night talks, our fights, and the makeup sex that came afterwards. I’ve missed listening to your heart beating as I go to sleep.”
Yunho ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair, smiling at the confession. “I’ve missed all of that, too. But the thing I’ve missed the most is you. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since you left.” He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s jaw, eyes half-lidded as his brain worked on engraving him to his memory all over again.
Jaejoong looked up at Yunho, eyes dark. “Will you do me a favor, Yunho?” At the other’s nod, he sat up a little, fisting his hand into Yunho’s shirt again. “No matter how ridiculous it sounds?”
“Yes, I will. I’ll do anything for you. I love you, remember?”
Smiling slightly, Jaejoong leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of Yunho’s lips. “I want you to make love to me like you used to. Just for tonight, let’s pretend that there’s only the two of us in this world and that we haven’t been apart for a few years. Let’s forget about all of the drama and scandals that have our names engraved into the media’s eye.”
Yunho looked for signs that Jaejoong was joking, but he didn’t find any. “Are you sure you won’t regret it in the morning?”
“I’m sure. Please, Yunho. I miss feeling you move against me. My body has been craving yours for so long.”
Yunho kissed him, hands easing Jaejoong to lie back against the pillows. “I’ll do it. I’ll pretend that nothing has happened and that we’re the only ones here. It’s just you and me, baby, and tonight I’m going to make love to you like I never have before.” He kissed Jaejoong again, their mouths molding together in perfect sync.
Jaejoong awoke to the sun blinding him. He rolled over, feeling sore and he groaned. Opening his eyes, he found a familiar face not far from his and he screamed, shoving Yunho away from him. He landed on the floor with a thud, hitting his head and letting out a yelp. Yuchun, Junsu, and Changmin hurried into the room, eyes wide at seeing what happened. Jaejoong was wrapped up in his blanket, face burning as Yunho was sitting on the floor, rubbing his head.
“Why’d you shove me off of the bed?” Yunho shouted, glaring at Jaejoong.
“Because I wasn’t expecting to find you so close to me this morning!” Jaejoong snapped back. “Why the hell were you in my bed anyway?”
Yunho gave him a blank look before he smirked. “Because you asked me to have sex with you last night. I didn’t know if it was the fever talking or if you were serious, but we still had sex.”
Jaejoong felt his face get hotter, ears burning at Yunho’s words. “You took advantage of me? I was vulnerable, you bastard!”
“Vulnerable my ass! You were practically throwing yourself at me! You seduced me!”
Rolling his eyes, Yuchun motioned toward the door. “Junsu, Changmin, let’s go. it’s apparent that these two are having another lover’s quarrel. We should leave them be for now.” He ushered them away, peering back inside and winking at them. “Have fun you two.” He closed the door behind him as he left.
As soon as the door was closed, Jaejoong dove at Yunho, falling on top of him on the floor. In the blink of an eye, he found himself pinned to the floor, Yunho nipping at his exposed skin. “Are you ready for round two?” Yunho asked, Jaejoong smirking at him in response.